Chapter 275

I don't know which of my words ignited sangqi's enthusiasm. He opened the car door to let the driver get on, then pulled up the curtain between the cab and the back row, hugged me and kissed me.

At this moment, I really felt sang Qi's enthusiasm. His kiss can be described as intense.

When our two tongues entangled with each other in the mouth, I was distracted. I was calculating how many women sang Qi had kissed in the past two years without me, including Sheng Yanyan and Yao Keyi?

I always think of the past, whether I began to grow old.

After that, I felt sick myself, but he was very helpful.

We used to blow cold air on the terrace in such a posture in the middle of the night. At that time, I told him that in his arms, it was the warmest place in the world.

"Cold." I answered honestly, he suddenly stretched my arm and pulled me into his arms. He smoked with one hand and opened his nightgown with the other, wrapping me in his arms.

After I tied the belt for him, I was ready to leave. Suddenly he took my hand and asked me, "is it cold?" after a puff of smoke came out

So when I smoke the cigar, I don't feel strange.

He likes smoking cigars very much. Compared with ordinary cigarettes, cigars have a strong flavor, but they have an indescribable fragrance.

I went over and put my cotton jacket over his shoulder, then went around to him and tied his belt.

It's another cold wind. It's really cool.

Now staying with Sang Qi gives me such a feeling that I will miss him very much if I leave him, but when I am really with him, the cold and alienation in his eyes are like small needles in my heart.

But if you tighten up a little, the thorn on the Vitex vine will plunge into your skin. If you don't put it on, you will be frozen to death sooner or later, but if you put it on, you will also be bruised.

In the cold wind, I suddenly think of a metaphor, just like using a kind of coir raincoat made of Jingteng to warm myself. It can really resist the cold wind.

He was smoking. The blue and white smoke dissipated immediately in the cold wind. I stood behind him and looked at his back. I had a close contact with sangqi. The pain he brought me and the vague happiness were intertwined. I couldn't figure it out clearly.

I put on my own cotton jacket, then found him a thicker Nightgown to put in my hand, and walked to the terrace in my plush slippers.

Today, it's very cold outside. When we came back, there were small ice particles. He was wearing a thin robe and standing outside the terrace.

He wanted to tell me that he had no interest in me at all, and that he could control me at any time, even if I tried to tease him.

Sangqi at the most critical moment Yanqi withdrawal, I don't know what it means.

He picked up a cigarette from the patio and put it on.

I blinked and reached for his shoulder, but he brushed my hand impatiently: "I'm not in the mood. I need to vent my desire anytime and anywhere."

When we just finished the foreplay and were about to enter the theme, he mentioned something else, which made me very surprised. Is this going to continue?

When he finished, he put his hands on the bed and looked down at me.

He was very happy with a smile: "that's right. Don't be so hypocritical. If you admit it earlier, it won't hurt so much now."

His hand was on my wound, and suddenly he used some strength, and I screamed with pain.

Who knows that the smile and warmth in his eyes are taken back in an instant, instead of the usual coldness and unkindness: "the summer solstice, who always loves to tell the truth, has learned to say something wrong now. If it hurts, it won't hurt. Is it difficult for your senses to be out of balance?"

I told him with a smile: "no pain."

In fact, it really hurt, but he seldom treated me gently.

I rarely heard him have such a gentle tone to me. After we met, his communication with me would not exceed ten sentences. Even when he spoke to me, it was a tone of mockery.

He stopped, stretched out his hand in my shoulder touch, voice hoarse: "how, pain?"

When sang Qi kisses my shoulder, it hurts a little. Then I think of the scar he left me just now.

He took me to bed, when his strong chest pressed against my chest, a familiar and strange, intimate and distant feeling surrounded me tightly.

We went back to our room exactly. I had very few clothes on me. I just had to take off my jeans.

This time, not because both sides are not wholehearted, but will focus on some other things.

I didn't know where she was sitting on the sofa until I ran up to her glasses.

We used to do the same, but most of us would laugh. Once we got into the wrong door and ran to Gu Yu's room with a kiss.We are just like the hero and heroine in the movie, kissing and groping all the way back to our room.

He took me into the elevator, and then put me on the ground. Before I stood still, he forced me into the corner and kissed me again.

I'm wearing his coat. Fortunately, it's late. They are all in their own room.

The car drove to sangqi's garden, and he got out of the car and took me down directly.

For a moment, I even felt that we were back in the past. We were just like Siamese. We were inseparable.

It's about half an hour's journey from the venue of the charity dinner to sangqi's home, in which our lips never left.

For example, who sang Qi loves now and how many women he has kissed, he belongs to me at this moment. Anyway, I know that I love him and what I want is him. Now that I have him, why should I still think about the future.

This time I was so absorbed that I didn't think about anything that distracted me.

I swear that in the process of me and him just now, no one thought of Sang Shixi. In my heart, sang Shixi was not what he thought, but I didn't explain. I just put out my hand to hook sang Qi's neck and pulled his body down.

I don't know how he could tell that I was distracted. I opened my mouth to explain, but he bit his lips and said with a smile, "thinking about sang Shixi? Or do you think you've pulled me away from Yao Keyi's side, and your winning and losing will be satisfied, right? "

Suddenly sang Qi stopped, his hands holding the seat under my body to look at me in the air: "if you want to make friends with me, at least concentrate."

She can imagine what happened in the same room with Yao sang.

Now the life span of human beings is getting longer and longer. According to this ratio, 26 is not a very old age.

Maybe I'm too old psychologically, but it's actually happening to me.

"Summer solstice." He suddenly called my name: "there are stars tonight."