Chapter 11

Ning Huan words just finished, people were put on the sofa.

Shen Shiyuan pulled his tie and leaned over her less than 30 cm. He looked at her straightly, with a kind of specious smile in his black eyes: "can I help you?"

He said, his hand on her collar.

The two people were close to each other. As soon as he opened his mouth, the warm breath hit her. Ning Huan felt as if she had been put in a steamer. Her whole body was boiling hot and unbearable.

The man's slender fingers seemed to rub on the collarbone of her neckline. The hairy touch, with a bit of coolness, made her yearn inexplicably.

Aware of their own ideas, Ning Huan directly pinched his thigh.

Shen Shiyuan saw her action and reached out to leave her wrist. Just now, he had a smile on his face.

As he clasped her wrist, he rolled up her skirt to the place she had just pinched. His eyes fell on the finger marks. It was a little dark.

The white jade like thigh, such a finger mark is like a crack, especially affecting the beauty.

"Three - less!"

Ning Huan looked at his action, only feel frightened, but at this time he has no strength, can only look at him, a heart with the same drum to jump.

"You are very hard on yourself."

He gave a cold hum, put down her skirt, put his hand behind her waist, and lifted her up like a child.

This posture caught Ning Huan off guard. When she was just picked up, her head was carried forward and her cheek brushed the man's side face. The delicate and warm touch made her tremble, and the clamor inside her body became more and more intense.

She subconsciously tightened her hands, but found that her hands were clasped on the man's body.

Ning Huan slightly surprised, "yes, I'm sorry."

Shen Shiyuan didn't answer, so he put her in the bathtub directly, holding the edge of the bathtub and looking down at her with a smile: "if you can't help it, you can ask me for help, Miss Ning."

Then he raised his hand and squeezed her chin slightly.

Ning Huan can't stand such a touch. He can't help shaking. Shen Shiyuan looks at her and laughs directly. Fortunately, he did not stay.

The sound of closing the door came down. Ning Huan got up with his teeth clenched and supported the bathtub. He touched the shower switch and turned on the cold water directly.

In September of a city, although the heat of summer still remains, it is not very hot at night.

The cold water poured down from his head, and Ning Huan's consciousness was much clearer.

Zheng Qin gave her medicine is not violent, probably also don't want to let her completely lose consciousness, oneself have no meaning.

After a while, she sat in the bathtub like an exhausted apostle walking tens of thousands of miles.

But before long, the feeling came again and again, for nearly an hour and a half, Ning Huan completely calmed down.

The skirt on the body has been completely wet off, tightly stick to the body, your clear lines are very eye-catching.

Ning Huan took out the bath towel and wrapped it on her body. She took off her skirt and then opened the door to go out.

Shen Shiyuan was standing in front of the French window with a glass of red wine. Hearing the sound of her opening the door, he looked back at her and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "it's a pity that my hero saved the United States, but I didn't make a promise."

Ning Huan heard his words, face stiff, "thank you, three less."

He raised his glass and squinted at her from the crimson wine: "thank you? I don't like the verbal thank you, Miss Ning

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