Shi Miao clenched her fists, struggled for a while, and then went back.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhan Yeling sitting on the seat, his whole body was icy cold, the plates on the table were all broken, and even the sturdy tempered glass table was cracked.
I was dumbfounded when I saw it.
Is this all Zhan Yeling's masterpiece?
His strength is really great, his explosive power is too strong.
If this punch hits someone, that person must be dead.
After being surprised, Shi Miao's gaze fell on the man's hand, and he saw blood on the back of his hand where the five fingers were.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately stepped forward and asked with concern: "Mr. Zhan, your hands are bleeding."
A crisp voice rang out above his head, pulling Zhan Yeling's nerves. He looked up and saw the woman standing in front of him, her playful face was full of worry.
Wasn't she scared away? back again?
Is it because you are worried about him?
This realization made Zhan Yeling feel a little better.
He restrained his eyes, swallowed his throat, and finally found his own voice: "You still care about me?"
Doesn't she like other men?
"Mr. Zhan, don't talk so much. I'll take you to treat the wound first. It won't be good if you get infected." Shi Miao was really worried that something might happen to him, so he approached him by accident, and supported him without his consent. he.
Limbs collided, her hand touched his arm, and the scorching body temperature of his body was transmitted to her palm.
Like an electric current, flowing from her palm to her heart.
This feeling is very subtle, yet subconsciously familiar, causing her heart to beat wildly.
When Shi Miao raised her head and met the man's deep and predatory eyes, she was taken aback: "I'm sorry..."
Embarrassed, she wanted to pull her hand away, but just as she moved, she was held down by the man, on his arm.
Shi Miao was taken aback by his action, and looked at him with watery eyes, only to see turbulent waves surging in his dark eyes, and a deep light flickering.
The next second, he held the back of her head with his other hand, and with a little force, she pressed him down.
Lips pressed against his thin lips.
Afterwards, he turned from passive to active, tossing and turning, and vice versa, even prying open her teeth...
His kiss was too domineering, and his hot breath sprayed on her face, making her breathing messy.
Her whole body was wrapped in his powerful masculine breath, masculine and powerful.
She could even hear her strong heartbeat, "Plop, plop..." beating every time.
Shi Miao's pupils were dilated, and his big hand was stroking the delicate skin of the back of her neck, which was slightly cocooned, and the residence he passed was like a spark that could start a prairie fire!
Shi Miao's heart was completely confused, and she even sank into this long-lost feeling.
My head is dizzy, I have no reason...
She didn't move, letting the man dominate.
A cell phone rang, pulling back Shi Miao's mood.
She snapped back to her senses, pushed him away, and saw the man's pained and satisfied eyes. There was something silent in those deep eyes, looking at her.
She was breathing up and down, and her heart was beating wildly. This feeling was unprecedented, which made her afraid and avoid it.
"Mr. Zhan, you're drunk. I'll answer the phone first..." She avoided looking, said something she knew was an excuse, took out her phone from her pocket, and walked aside to answer the phone.
he was drunk?
He didn't drink alcohol, but only drank a glass of milk. If milk can also be intoxicating, then there is nothing in the world that cannot be drunk.
He was drunk, drunk in this kiss with her.