Qiao Ran sat up from the sofa and was about to get off the ground.

Zuo Chenye walked out of the bathroom, his soaked black hair, and water droplets kept sliding down and dripping onto his sexy chest. His face was tense and stained with droplets, and his resolute lines appeared more three-dimensional.

The white towel wraps around the navel and is extremely sexy.

Strong physique, powerful texture lines, slender legs.

Last night it was dark, but now it's so bright.

See more clearly and realistically.

Thinking of what she did boldly last night, Qiao Ran instantly blushed, after all, she had never had much contact with men, so standing in front of her "naked" like this naturally couldn't bear it.

She turned her face away and looked elsewhere.

"You helped me change my pajamas last night?" Zuo Chenye raised his eyebrows, his eyes like falcons, squinting at her.

"Yes, I changed it. ”

It's not okay for Qiao Ran not to admit it.

"I don't seem to have vomited, do I need to change it?" Zuo Chenye's eyes jumped with strange flames, "Also, how could I sleep in this room." ”

It seems that he doesn't remember anything after he got out of the car yesterday.

"You were drunk last night, and it was me who drove home and Grandma was watching us downstairs, so I had to get you here. Can't you let grandma find out that we didn't sleep in the same room?" Qiao Ran explained awkwardly.

Early in the morning, is he angry to get up?

He's a man, what's there to mind if she helps him change his clothes?

She didn't even care.

He frowned slightly, strode in on her, and asked, "Really, why do I think you're always trying to take off my clothes?"

"Sick. Qiao Ran frowned, got up from the sofa, and wanted to push him away who was coming up close to him.

Her heart was beating fast, she was obviously hiding it, did he find out the clue?

He took a quick step to grip her wrist.

His palms were slightly hot, perhaps from the shower he had just taken.

Even she felt hot.

She tried to break free from him, but she couldn't.

"Do you know?" he drew closer to her, the two of them almost at zero distance, "men and women are in the same room, no one can be a saint." You're playing with fire. ”

The woman tempted him three times and twice, and now she was pretending to be innocent.

In a flash of thought, the air pressure rose, disintegrating his sanity.

He jerked her down on the back of the head and kissed it down.

The fresh mint smell poured into her nose, lips and teeth, and heart and lungs.

She froze, her mind blank.

Feeling violated, instinct made her raise her hand.

He left her lips, pinched her wrist in an instant, pinned her hand behind him with his backhand, and a dark red flame burned under his eyes, "Do you want to hit me a second time?"

He put his lips on her lips again.

Fierce as a beast that opens the floodgates.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier, and she only felt like she was about to suffocate, about to be swallowed by him.

She wanted to push him away, but he simply clasped her hands with one hand, so that she could not move, and she could only let him violate it wantonly.

She was kissed so hard that her whole body trembled, and the more she trembled, the more he kissed her fiercely.

Men are like that, the more they resist, the more they want.