- Because I like him, that's why I'm sad.

It was as if all the emotions were stuffed into her chest, and she was kneaded indiscriminately by one hand, causing her heart to be sour and swollen.

She didn't admit it, and the dead duck had a hard mouth, saying that she didn't remember.

I could hear her voice speak differently than it had been yesterday.

No longer wrapped in coldness, and back to the squeamishness of the past.

Duan Baiting likes to hear her talk like this. Although others always like to speculate about his preferences, they feel that people like him must have a very high view of mate selection, and at least they are able to match themselves.

Even if it's just to help him in terms of relationships, he has to be extremely thoughtful in all aspects of his dealings.

There was once an attempt to get closer to him through the relationship between men and women.

At the wine party, he took the initiative to let the beauty sit next to him and pour wine for him, or arrange a gentle and intimate hotel room in the hotel where he stayed.

He went straight to the hotel.

It's so impersonal in this regard that the orientation is also speculated.

Or perhaps, none of this is what he wants.

Also, in the end, it is the surname Duan, I have never seen any good things on weekdays, and I am even more picky about women.

It wasn't until that time that the news of his marriage came out, and I heard that the other party was the eldest lady of the Song family.

Delicate, princess sick, extravagant and arrogant, extravagant.

There is just a vase with a beautiful skin, and an ordinary man may be fascinated.

But the other party is Duan Baiting.

The man who is dustless and interests are paramount.

He couldn't have been so unconventional.

But what about the facts.

Not only did he fall into the world, but he fell before anyone else.

He took the initiative to step into this beautiful trap.

Song Wanyue was wearing a nightdress with suspenders, with a low neckline, and she could even see the faint ditch under the collarbone, in the middle area.

Her slender white swan neck was dotted with a few irregular red marks, even interlocking bones.

Duan Baiting raised her hand, and her cold fingertips gently swiped over it, as if a piece of ice was freezing her.

She was agitated, her back straight, and she looked up at him.

It was like a memory switch, scattered fragments stuffed into her brain.

She remembered the fragment.

When Duan Baiting took her to breathe and was about to drive people home, she refused to return.

When the alcohol came up, he began to start a drunken madness.

If you want to touch him, you have been touching him through your clothes for a long time, and you don't feel happy, so you have to unbutton his shirt and put your hand in to touch it.

At first, Duan Baiting would stop her and feed her water to make her sober up.

She began to cry, crying and stiffening: "Do you think I care, I don't care." I didn't want to touch you at all, and the people waiting for me to touch it were almost in Paris, and I hooked my fingers and begged me to touch them. Actually, you're like that, I'm not uncommon at all! ”

The harder her mouth became, the more she cried, and she said that she didn't care, but she almost didn't tattoo the words "super care" on her face.

Duan Baiting sighed helplessly, fed her water, tightened the bottle, and threw it in the back seat of the car.

This time, instead of stopping her, he took the initiative to unbutton his shirt one by one.

Every part of him was so perfect that he couldn't find any flaws. Even in those hands, the metacarpal bones are slightly stretched, and the green tendons and veins on the back of the hands are winding and slightly bulging.

The fingers are slender and jade-white, cold and elegant, and extravagant.

His movements are slow and methodical, and he can do it so pleasing to the eye with just the act of unbuttoning.

He unfastened it from the top down, starting with the collar button.

Song Wanyue's eyes looked obsessively at the collarbones, shoulder and neck lines that were gradually exposed under her eyes with his movements at the moment, as well as the pectoralis major muscles with just the right amount of thickness, as well as the well-defined abdominal muscles, and the shark line on the waist.

Adults are always more seductive than teenagers.

There is an irresistible sexual tension and mature charm everywhere.

Song Wanyue is like a beast that covets its prey.

It's a pity that the beast is still too small, and even its fangs have not grown, and its lips are soft.

Even the encroachment under the eyes was lovely in the eyes of Duan Baiting, who was supposed to be the prey.

He reached for her cheek, and the jaw was stuck in her jaw.

She was gently squeezed by the force of her cheeks and was forced to open her lips.

Unscrew a bottle of water in advance and wash your fingers carefully.

He put his finger in and touched her neat white teeth.

There are no fangs, not even a sharp tiger tooth.

Duan Baiting remembered that Song Wanyue once told him that she had two small tiger teeth before she was 12 years old, and later the dentist said that when there was not enough room to grow, the tiger teeth would gradually grow outward.

So my mother took her to get it straightened.

She still held the armrest box between the two seats with both hands, and the white and delicate slap face was raised in his hand.

The clear eyes are particularly beautiful, with a faint pink glow on the tails of the eyes and face.

His mouth opened slightly under the strength of his fingers. From his vantage point, you can even see the tip of her rosy tongue.

Lying obediently in the mouth cavity.

Occasionally she shrank and tremble, as if she had been frightened in some way.

The Adam's apple rolled, Duan Baiting let go of his hand and reached a final compromise: "Touch it." ”

The car was parked in the middle of nowhere, with almost no one passing by, and the windows were covered with anti-peep film.

Even if someone walks by, they don't know what's going on inside.

The car drove home, and Duan Baiting's clothes had already returned to their previous meticulousness.

The red finger marks and scratches were hidden under the well-fitting shirt.

It's like another dark side that is not known under the stability of abstinence.

And the evil perpetrator sat in the passenger seat and fell asleep contentedly.

This brief period of respite did not last long, and the alcohol seemed to settle and ferment in her body.

When she came home from this sleep, she did not become more awake, but became even more intense.

As if there was an electrocardiogram, the car stopped at the entrance of the manor, and Song Wanyue woke up.

Sticking his head out of the car window, he felt the cold outside, and then hid in Duan Baiting's arms.

"Cold, hug."

Her voice was slightly nasal, and she seemed to have a piece of honey in her throat.

When it melted, it was so sweet that it stuck to her throat, so much so that she couldn't even speak clearly.

But listen, it's sweet.

It's sweet and shy.

His mind was glued, and so was his proud self-control.

He got out of the car, walked over to the passenger seat, pulled the door, bent down, and unfastened the seat belt that was blocking her.

Then take the person out of the seat.

Her hips left the heated seat, and behind the knee sockets were his arms, strong and strong.

His muscles tensed, and even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel him heat and heat.

Song Wanyue was lazy in his arms, her consciousness fluctuated, and she began to make trouble again.

Reaching out to take off his pants.

Duan Baiting's acupoint tightened, pulling away the hand that had already untied half of her belt.

Xiaohuan next to him was dumbfounded.

Is this the world of grown-ups?

Chapter 55: The Second Watch

Even with a restless octopus lying on his stomach, Duan Baiting was still calm.

In a calm tone, he asked Xiaohuan to pour a glass of warm water and send it upstairs.

Xiaohuan reacted from his stunnedness, nodded hurriedly, and turned around to pour water.

Song Wanyue did not succeed, and cried there with grievances.

She was placed on the couch and sat back on his lap.

His trousers were cool, and the flannel fabric was soft and smooth.

She moved her plump round buttocks, obviously not doing anything, but deliberately gasping softly in his ear: "Uh-huh......"

She likes to mess around, and deliberately calls her voice tactful and seductive.

Duan Baiting grabbed her jawbone and forcefully pulled her face from his ear to the front.

Her eyes were watery, as if they had just been ruined.

He never said it, but he liked the way she looked.

The premise is, only in front of him.