C2

Inside the VIP suite of the Hao Ting Hotel, a large, simple bed was placed in the middle. The curtains were drawn, and the lights were not completely turned on.

"Big brother …" "Big brother …" Han Yao opened her watery eyes and looked deeply at the enlarged face of Yun Che. She could not help but reach out her hand, and her slender hand caressed the face that she had thought of for five years.

Han Yao clumsily responded to his kiss, her reaction was very rough.

Nanfeng Haozhe didn't know what had happened to him, why did the self-control that he was so proud of was worthless in front of this woman.

He tore open her long skirt and pressed her even tighter against the door. Flames of lust surged through his body, gnawing away at every inch of his flesh.

He also didn't know why he had such a strong desire for her.

On one side, there was the man's scorching hot body, and on the other, there was the ice door.

She moaned uncomfortably, her mind was dizzy from being controlled by alcohol, and her body was even more empty as she let him fan the flames.

The man's kiss continued, and her clothes crumbled and fell from his hands.

Han Yao was a little dazed. She blankly looked at the man whose actions were a little rough: "Big brother …"

This time, her words were a little clearer.

Nanfeng Haozhe lifted his head and pressed it against her forehead, his lips almost touching hers.

"Hmm?" He thought she was calling out to him. Maybe she had been secretly fond of him for a long time, but it was only today that she had found a chance to win his attention.

If so, she had succeeded.

Han Yao held his head with both hands and stood on tiptoe, looking deep into his dark, bottomless black eyes.

"I'm very happy, I'm really very happy …" She hugged him tightly.

The soft and naked female body hung on his body, causing Nanfeng Haozhe to be even more tense.

He picked her up, spun around, and threw her onto the bed.

Her eyes were bright, like fragments of stars settling in them.

She looked at him as if he were the only person in her world.

Nanfeng Haozhe was somewhat enjoying this feeling, there was no reason behind it.

Han Yao's black hair was scattered below her, and like fine satin, it formed an intense visual impact with the snow-white bedsheets.

A smile hung on her pretty face. Her pink lips were a little swollen. Her eyes were black and white, just a little intoxicated.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her, and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing that Nanfeng Haozhe had not moved for a long time, Han Yao became a little anxious.

Could it be another dream?

Now, it seemed, only intimate hugs and contact gave her a sense of security.

As soon as he stopped, she felt uneasy, as she had when she woke from nightmares at night and often remembered her brother's embrace, warm and powerful.

But it was only an illusion, and each time, just as his hand was about to wrap around her, the illusion vanished.

Trembling, she reached out her hand. Her finger stopped two or three centimeters away from his face, but she didn't continue to touch it.

Nanfeng Haozhe stared intently at her, his expression strange.

At the last moment, Han Yao withdrew her hand, closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled.

"Hug me... "Big brother …" She begged, painfully, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Nanfeng Haozhe hesitated, why did he feel that she was different from the other girls that tried to climb onto his bed?

Even though she kept looking at him, he felt as if she was looking through him at someone else?

Did she take him for someone else?

Unhappy...

He used all his strength and entered her.

Han Yao screamed in pain and curled her body.

"Don't cry." He croaked next to her ear, but his movements were much gentler.

He felt that her tears were in his eyes.

She heard him and pressed her lips together, afraid that he would disappear again.

She was afraid that this moment of warmth was just a dream.

Han Yao bit her lips and did not make a sound.

"Is it painful?" Nanfeng Haozhe's breathing became a little heavy as he gently kissed the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"No …" "It doesn't hurt..." Han Yao's face turned a little pale.

Nanfeng Haozhe's hand pressed down on her hand, and kissed all the way down, fiercely entangling with her sweet lips in the end.

A room full of scents, charming and charming.

… ….

The next morning, the sun shone through the gauze curtains into the room. There were tiny spots of light dancing on the ground.

Nanfeng Haozhe slowly opened his eyes and something seemed to be missing from his arms.

The bed beside him was empty. There was no temperature.

He sat up and narrowed his eyes.

Didn't stay and ask him for money? It seemed like she really wasn't here to crawl into his bed …

He stretched out his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows. The corner of his mouth hooked up as he slowly smiled.

He believed that he would surely meet an interesting woman again in the future.

Once Han Yao returned to the rented house, she quickly drank a large cup of water.

Her lower body still felt uncomfortable. Moreover, her whole body was covered with kissing marks. All of these things reminded her of the craziness she felt last night.

She vaguely remembered that she had taken the initiative to climb up … And it was on the main road by the river.

Thinking of this, she felt so ashamed that she wanted to die.

She slapped her face vigorously as she paced around the room, trying to calm her flustered mind.

Don't panic. Calm down. Calm down.

Wasn't it just an alcoholic chaos? A one-night stand … It's the twenty-first century, and there's a lot of it.

She tried her best to comfort herself.

However, that wasn't the main point. The main point was that she remembered that man was her big brother … Take his?

They say that when you're drunk, you act out of the subconscious.

Oh god... How hungry she actually was towards Ji Cheng …