Chapter 227

It's hard to avoid the embarrassment of the atmosphere.

The roar of the telephone suddenly stopped and there was a sudden silence in the room.

When the cold has been staring at her, eyes burning, as with hot temperature in general.

After a touch of warmth, song Qinghuan's lips are bright red, delicate and lustrous, and a small face is as red as a fire, showing an unconscious style.

Song Qinghuan had never seen him and looked at himself with such eyes.

At this moment, her face, which had been feverish, was burned like a fire by his eyes.

The heart also seems not to be own, the fierce battle is jumping fast.

Pause for a moment, when the cold phone rang again.

Shi Yuhan reluctantly takes a look at Song Qinghuan, but she still doesn't show mountains and dew on her face, and doesn't let her notice any negative emotions. She turns over and lies aside, and takes her still shaking mobile phone from the bedside table.

He glanced at Song Qinghuan and said, "say it!"

The phone call is from Li Chengcheng. It's about the shadow who broke into the villa just now.

When the cold black eyes, instant like sinking into a piece of ice, bone freezing.

His eyelashes drooped gently to hide the murderous spirit of his eyes. He stood up quietly and went out to the outside.

Looking at his back, song Qinghuan, frozen to one side, breathed a sigh of relief.

She put her hand on her face and felt the heat on her face. Then she quickly lay down in the quilt and sleep next to the bed, far away from the cold side.

I close my eyes, but I can't sleep.

My mind is full of the scene just now. It's as sweet as tea. It's so refreshing.

It's like a poppy in the dark. It's gorgeous and enchanting, but it's also addictive.

And she was like a passer-by, knowing that the poppy with thorns would hurt the people who picked it, but just like being possessed by the devil and evil, she walked towards him.

The phone didn't talk for a long time, and soon came back from the cold.

Song Qing Huan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He felt a strange masculinity and rushed to himself from behind.

How could he get so close to that wide place? I can't sleep a little bit. I can't sleep a little more.

Shi Yuhan hugs her tightly from behind, and song Qinghuan's body is so stiff that he can't do it.

I don't dare to move. I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll protect myself from the cold when I hold her in the back and make some intimate actions.

Obviously, I feel that the person in my arms is as stiff as a stone.

If it goes on like this, her whole blood will definitely coagulate.

He knew that she was pretending to sleep.

"I won't do anything to you tonight, but if you don't relax, I'll help you relax." She tightly put her petite body into her arms, he said in her ear.

Song Qinghuan didn't believe him, because she felt that someone's hard object was standing against her at the moment.

But although she felt that it was not safe, she did not dare not relax because of this.

She believed that if she didn't relax, he would really go on.

However, after a series of changes, she feels that she is always cold and ascetic on the surface, but the essence is definitely not like this.

No matter whether she was in a coma for several times or not, she felt that she had better not provoke him at present. Now she really didn't want to see his wild side.