Chapter 70

In front of my eyes is a bright warm yellow light, playing in the room, some dazzling. Ear can also hear the sound of air conditioning operation, the rustle of drizzle, as well as, ambiguous swallowing sound.

Wen Yifan raised his head slightly, bearing the strange and unspeakable touch, and felt that his thoughts had become sluggish. She couldn't find the energy to think about sang Yan's words, and her whole heart swam with his actions.

Sang Yan's body is hard, like a silent cover, mixed with familiar and addictive atmosphere. With water vapor on the body, the water at the top of the hair converges and falls a few points from time to time, slightly cool.

It's warm enough to sink uncontrollably.

But because of this cold and a bit sober.

Wen Yifan's eyes are confused, staring at the light in front of him and moving down. Noticing that sang Yan's clothes were still neat, she held his head, and her voice trembled: "Sang Yan, you didn't turn off the light..."

Hearing this, sang Yan raised his head.

Under the bright light.

The man's skin color is cold and white, the lip color is deepened, with beautiful water stains. Eyebrows and eyes with a sharp edge, shallow inside double, pupil color is high purity black. At this time, when he was infected with * *, his facial features were sharp, but half of them were not reduced, and the invasiveness seemed to be multiplied.

Like a blatant aggressor.

"Turn off the lights?" Sang Yansong opened his hand, and his clothes fell down and fell back to the original place. His voice was a little heavy, with a little smile, "then what do you think of me?"

“……”

The words fall, sang Yan's body then lies back, the whole person lies on the bed. He also took her by the wrist and pulled her in his own direction. She was defenseless, leaning forward and half lying on him.

During this period, Wen Yifan's right leg was lightly rubbed by his pants.

Slight tingling.

Wen Yifan frowned subconsciously.

Noticing her appearance, sang Yan's face was a little dull. He let go of her wrist, eyes down, suddenly reaction: "hit the wound?"

Without waiting for Wen Yifan to make a sound, he had already sat up.

"Come here and let me see."

Wen Yifan said in a low voice, "I didn't touch it. It doesn't hurt."

Sang Yan didn't speak, just holding her knee and staring at her thigh injury.

It's been three or four days.

Several places have been scabby, the color is dark, because stained with water, some red and swollen, only two deep wounds can see shallow blood. Her skin was so white that it reflected light, which made the wound serious and shocking.

In this moment.

Sang Yan felt that he was the "beast" he just said.

Her leg is not well.

And I just told myself that.

He has not considered whether she will resent such things.

A moment later.

Sang Yan straightened up gradually, and his desire in his eyes didn't disappear at all. At the moment, he had some remorse. His lip line straightens, raises eyelash to stare at Wen Yifan's eye, direct way: "sleep."

Wen Yifan was a little stunned.

As if she didn't plan to continue, sang Yan slowly arranged her broken hair on her forehead. His eyes were as heavy as ink, staring at the marks on her body: "I'll take a bath."

“……”

Wen Yifan looks back at him.

At this moment, I think this situation is particularly absurd.

Her body is still wet and sticky. I feel that every corner of her body has been kissed by him. It's all his breath. It's like using feathers to tickle her, but in the end, it's just like this.

The unspeakable desire that he stirred up.

Because of him, he turned into something that was silent and could not get any response.

Wen Yifan still sat on him, his eyes motionless.

She didn't know whether she had a problem or sang Yan had a problem.

He is the one who takes the initiative.

He's the one who's carrying her around.

At last, he was the one who was baffled by a trivial matter.

Wen Yifan feels like a tool man. He can only bear it blindly and can't give any advice. Thinking of Sang Yangang's words, she pursed her lower lip and couldn't help saying, "do I have to pay more?"

Sang Yan didn't respond: "hmm?"

"I think if you give me back this service," said Wen Yifan, who was born with a flattery. At this time, the affection in his eyes had not subsided. She sniffed a little and spoke at a gentle speed. "I'm a little short."

“……”

With that, Wen Yifan's legs moved, trying to get down from him.

The next moment I was held by his hand.

Wen Yifan raised his eyes and said, "what do you say?"

“……”

As if he had never thought that he would hear such words, sang Yan's look was a little more incredible. He leaned against her back, leaned on himself, and said, "tell me, what's wrong?"Because of the distance, Wen Yifan held his breath and regretted what he said on impulse.

She didn't know how to make it round, so she broke the jar and said, "you didn't come to the charging standard..."

Hearing this, sang Yan lifted his eyelashes and pulled his lips. He held her and brought them back to their original position. This way is softer than just now.

He grabs her by the wrist, slides down, and stops at the hem of his clothes.

"How to calculate the standard of charge?"

“……”

All the following behaviors are guided by sang Yan.

Wen Yifan's hand was grasped by him, and his clothes were pushed up, revealing massive and powerful abdominal muscles. His voice was hoarse, with obvious bewitchment: "I have to show you here?"

Keep going up.

"Or here?"

Wen Yifan can feel his hands fixed by him and swipe one by one from him. Her ears began to burn, and she didn't know what to do except to listen to him and himself.

Until it reaches the clavicle.

Sang Yan looked at her, tone seems to be in provocation: "finished?"

Wen Yifan clapped his voice slowly.

"What's next?" Sang Yan pressed her head down and put her lips to her ear. Her voice became lighter and lighter, as if she was talking in a breath voice. "It's time to enjoy."

This word falls, the brain of Wen Yifan explodes instantly.

With his next two words. "Guest."

……

Wen Yifan sat in the same place and didn't know what to do. She gently licked the corner of her lip, staring at the man's throat knot and clavicle in front of her. There was no extra movement.

Sang Yan said in a low voice, "why not

“……”

"If you don't touch the money, don't you feel a loss."

This seems to be tempting, and Wen Yifan has been trapped uncontrollably. She lowered her head to kiss his Adam's apple, and her back waist was fixed by him. She could clearly feel his burning.

Sang Yan gasped for breath, feeling that all her actions were like torture, constantly challenging his patience.

Soon, he couldn't help lifting her head and biting her lips and teeth.

Palms slide down, touching every part of her body.

Unconsciously, their positions changed. Wen Yifan lay on the bed, under his words and deeds, in a trance, he really had the feeling that he spent a lot of money to buy a number one to go whoring.

At the last moment, sang Yan reached out to turn off the light and took the box on the bedside table.

In the dark room.

Wen Yifan heard the sound of tearing the package.

Everything around becomes unreal, only the people in front of them are very clear.

Sang Yan gently and patiently kisses her lips, and then slowly encroaches on her inch by inch. She felt the pain, her mouth involuntarily whimpered, but she didn't want to flinch.

She doesn't like the touch of any man.

Except for him.

In front of Sang Yan, Wen Yifan just wants to get closer to him.

The rain outside seemed to be louder, crackling down and beating against the window. From slow to rapid, the sound of falling from light to heavy, spread in the boundless night.

Sang Yan imprisoned her, and her strength gradually increased. He just wanted to take her as his own.

Years of desire at this moment into a dark sense of violence, the cocoon will be his rational phagocytosis.

The next moment, sang Yan heard Wen Yifan's voice with a nasal voice.

"Sang Yan, pain..."

"Where does it hurt?" he said in a dumb voice

Wen Yifan's eyes turned red and he held his back. He couldn't speak at all.

"Why don't you talk?" Sang Yan lowered his head and kissed her chin. His action was obviously light, but the bad words were not hidden. "How can I know where it hurts if you don't tell me?"

Wen Yifan remained silent.

"Don't say it, do you?"

His head is a little side, close to the ear, gnawing at her earlobe.

"Then take it first."