Wanyan in Lu Yanqing's eyes sometimes looks like a child who never grows up, innocent and romantic, but also has a little-known side.

All the boldness, charm, and temptation of the girl is left to him alone.

When she said this, Wanyan was still a little scared, her heart was trembling, but she liked Lu Yanqing, the most romantic and intimate thing between couples, she wanted to do it with him.

Stamp each other's seals, no one can escape, and can only be tied together for a lifetime. How great.

All emotions sink in the swaying smoke. Lu Yanqing leaned over and leaned closer, slowly kissing the girl's smooth and white forehead, the breath he exhaled made people feel panicked, and the sexy Adam's apple slid up and down.

Wanyan's heart was beating wildly uncontrollably, her cheeks were hot, as if she had drunk alcohol, her blood began to boil, she subconsciously grabbed his collar and smelled his body, the clear and pleasant shower gel smelled, just like hers.

Wanyan was brave enough to test it, and her pink lips couldn't help rubbing against his neck.

Then, she heard a hoarse and low "Fuck" from above her head. Lu Yanqing was like a dead tree that had been floating and sinking for a long time. Wanyan was the fire that ignited him directly and would not stop until he became ashes.

Wanyan's lips were almost bitten by him, and then she reached into the tip of her tongue, pried open the scallop teeth, kissed her fiercely and ruthlessly, and tangled into the sharpest vortex.

Lu Yanqing pressed him step by step, which was different from usual. Wanyan suddenly felt a little regretful and teased him at this time.

The person in front of him stopped slowly, buried his head in the socket of her neck, and his breath was heavy.

Wanyan was so dizzy that she was kissed by him, and her mind was dizzy. Listening to his uneven breathing, the night kept amplifying the senses, and the two beating hearts were synchronized.

After a while of silence, Lu Yanqing regained his sanity, and the sound of overflowing from his throat was hoarse, but it was particularly clear on such an intimate and quiet night.

"You're still young."

Wanyan didn't say anything, but just hugged him silently, her furry head against his warm and resolute chest.

"Waiting for you to grow up."

Lu Yanqing lowered his head and said a few words in her ear, which was so straightforward that it was unconcealed, but his tone was calm and gentle. When Wanyan heard this, she felt like a fish/thunder had been lost in her mind, and it exploded with a "bang"!

The girl's cheeks turned red, she lifted the quilt and stumbled into it, her face buried in the soft mattress, screaming like a hair blowing: "Lu Yanqing! You are so lustful/emotional!"

He actually dared to say this!

Where did he get his confidence?

Aren't you afraid of kidney deficiency?

!

The more Wanyan thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt, and she kicked him.

Lu Yanqing curled his lips, and the deeper the smile in his eyes. His elegant and beautiful face became more three-dimensional and profound under the dim light.

No matter how joking it, Lu Yanqing had to solve the result after the teasing. He whispered to coax the little girl a few times. When someone was willing to talk to him, he got up and went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

The sound of the thunderous water accompanied the man's suppressed and hidden emotions. Wanyan reacted slowly and realized it for half a beat, and her cheeks instantly turned red and bleeding.

Half an hour later, Lu Yanqing came out of the bathroom. Wanyan carefully poked her head out of the quilt, looking at him with bright black and white eyes, her eyes turned back and forth on him, and she met the man's dark and deep eyes. She pursed her lips and hummed in a low voice: "...Are you okay?"

Lu Yanqing curled his lips, his eyes were deep, and his tone with a smile was unclear: "What if I can't say it well?"

Wan Yan pulled off the quilt on her body, as if she had to muster up the courage and said seriously: "I can help you."

Lu Yanqing didn't know that the two hadn't seen each other for a semester. The girl was more courageous than before, and she dared to say anything and do anything.

After Lu Yanqing wiped his hair, he threw away the towel in his hand. The slightly bent lips smiled faintly, his eyes were doting and gentle: "How to help."

Wanyan bit her lip and got up from the bed. While making small gestures, she hummed in a low voice: "That's it, and then this is what it means..."

Seeing his girlfriend showing him "feelings and emotions", Lu Yanqing's smile froze, and his slightly tense expression showed signs of collapse. He frowned and interrupted her, holding her soft white and slender hand, and his dark and versatile pupils were meaningful: "Who taught you?"

When she talked about this, Wanyan blinked, obviously feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm just learning online."

As if afraid of his reproach, she turned her eyes and said unwillingly: "I don't believe you haven't watched that kind of teaching film!"

Lu Yanqing only felt his temples beating, helpless and funny. When did this girl have so many colored pigments in her head?

He silently stepped forward, grabbed the little girl into his arms, pulled the quilt beside him, wrapped the person tightly like a caterpillar, lowered his voice, and warned in a low voice: "Don't watch that kind of movie in the future."

The person in his arms spontaneously drilled into his arms, but he still hummed in dissatisfaction: "You are too domineering, you are only allowed to set fire to the state officials and not allow the people to light the lamp."

Lu Yanqing just chuckled, rubbing her chin against her soft hair, her tone slowly and affectionately, and she was so gentle: "I want to learn, I will teach you in the future."

The little girl stopped talking. Lu Yanqing lowered her eyes and saw the girl's red ears. After a while, she heard her confused, half-dream-and-half-awake voice: "...I think beautifully."

Lu Yanqing sighed softly, stared at her with his back to the light, his movements preceded consciousness, and his thin lips gently kissed the girl's eyebrows and nose tip, and finally stopped at her lips.

His jawline was neat and clear, and his kiss made the Adam's apple move slightly.

Only in such a night did Lu Yanqing dare to reveal his morbid possessiveness to her without reservation.

He was like a down-and-out beggar who had been lonely for a long time. The girl gave him a unique and hot love, and it was like a beautiful dream that burned his soul, turning him into ashes and willingly.

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The next day, the warm and gentle morning light penetrated the light curtains. Wanyan turned over in a daze, her legs moved, and she screamed in pain. After her brain stuttered for a few seconds, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling above her head.

Yesterday's school anniversary, then the class reunion. She couldn't help but drink a few more drinks at the dinner party, and then Lu Yanqing sent her back.

Wanyan endured the soreness and discomfort of her body, slowly got up from the quilt, rubbed her eyebrows and continued to think down. The scene in her mind was like a slow motion shot of a movie, replaying frame by frame.

When she recalled the end, she was stunned and looked at the position beside her with a slow reaction of half a beat. The mattress was a bit messy, obviously a sign of someone having slept. But except for the bed, the room was clean and tidy, not that much.

As if she was verifying her own guess, Wanyan didn't have time to change her pajamas. She just stepped on the soft carpet with barefoot, but her legs became weak and she sat on the ground.

Wanyan said secretly, "Damn it" and said, what kind of inhuman torture did she experience last night? She actually had difficulty walking?

When Lu Yanqing pushed the door open, he happened to see this scene.

The girl was wearing a thin and short white nightgown, drooping her head in a dejected manner, her eyebrows were twisted together, and her expression was entangled. The two slender and symmetrical legs were as white as jade, and even a little transparent under the soft light.

Lu Yanqing calmly withdrew his gaze, walked straight over, picked up the girl on the ground and placed it on the bed.

Wanyan was still struggling with how to face him when she went out later, but she didn't expect that Lu Yanqing suddenly came in and did not give her any chance to buffer.

She exclaimed in fear, subconsciously grabbed his arm, swept the man's firm and thin chin, and then he placed it on the soft bed.

Wanyan was a little nervous and uneasy. She had told someone to break up before, but she actually rolled on a bed again last night?

Go around and get entangled.

When Wanyan had nowhere to put her hands and feet, Lu Yanqing was much calmer than her. The man in front of her squatted down silently, her warm and generous palms held her ankles, and took the slippers beside her to put on.

Wanyan looked at his movements, thought about it in her heart, and whispered: "We..."

Halfway through her words, she couldn't continue to meet the man's dark eyes. At this time, she was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a hole to crawl into it.

What should I say?

Telling that what happened between us last night was purely an accident?

Let him not take it to heart?

After all, they are all adults!

Wanyan doesn’t have the courage, and this feeling is really embarrassing.

Lu Yanqing naturally answered her words, and there was still a gentleness between her eyebrows and eyes. He automatically ignored her embarrassment and said softly: "I made breakfast, do you apply medicine first, or eat first?"

Wanyan didn't react and subconsciously said "ah".

"What medicine?"

Lu Yanqing's lips slightly closed and looked at her: "Your skin is better to apply medicine."

It would be fine if he didn't speak, but he could choke to death as soon as he spoke.

This was not obvious to remind her: We were really that way last night, and the battle was fierce.

Wanyan pursed her lips, her clean little face turned red, and blood in her body rushed straight toward her forehead.

She took a deep breath and turned her head and didn't look at him again, "You go out, I'll do it myself."

Lu Yanqing looked at her, and without force, she put the ointment she bought this morning at her hand, then got up and walked out the door.

It was not until the man closed the door that the tense nerve in Wanyan's brain relaxed a little, and sweat oozed out of his palms.

She regretted that she was too impulsive last night, and in a daze, she remembered the three words he said at the last moment.

Every word is particularly clear, like throwing a few stones on the quiet surface of a pond, rippling circles after circle of ripples that cannot be dissipated.

After a long period of hard work, Wanyan changed her clothes and went out. Seeing that there was no one in the living room, she subconsciously thought that he had left.

When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a bowl of vegetable and egg noodles on the table, without green onions.

Wanyan walked over twelvely, holding the chopsticks, and the past events buried deep in her mind surged like a tide.

Just like the lyrics sing: "Even if the memory cannot be erased, love and hate are still in the heart, and love is a difficult problem."

Wanyan stared at the face in front of her in a daze, and Lu Yanqing came out of the kitchen.

The man had a dark eyebrows and clear eyes, and he was holding the apron he had just taken off.

Wanyan raised her eyes and tried to make herself look calm, "Why haven't you left yet?"

The girl's disgust in her words could not be covered. Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks, Lu Yanqing whispered: "I'll go on a mission tomorrow, you can take good care of yourself."

Upon hearing this, Wanyan was finally willing to look up at him, and her mood was in a mess instantly, but she refused to say a word.

The two fell silent. Lu Yanqing received another call from the group, so he took his coat and prepared to leave.
To be continued...