Fu Liyan felt that something in his spinal cord was fermenting, making his body a little hot.

Her kiss was very light, just like him standing on the seashore, the sea breeze blowing on his face, moist and warm, and like a graceful red veil floating in front of him, the slightest itch, touching the heartstrings, and enchanting his eyes.

When no amount of light/picky/slow/twisting can satisfy the hysterical craving in the depths of the body, it triggers an even more frenzied tsunami.

His fingers sinked into her hair, dragging the back of her head, pressing the distance between the two of them, his breath wrapping in the air.

From the original passive to active, domineering and exposed, it cannot be refused.

His movements are just like his personality, he knows elegance, full of strength and ingenuity, perhaps, he gives people the image of cold, but his movements are very gentle, who would have thought that such a powerful man would indulge all women in a certain aspect.

However, there are very few people who are lucky enough to be indulged by him.

An Yixi's half-squinted eyes gradually closed, just kissing him had a strange feeling, as if in the dark, there was a bright light guiding her direction, and it seemed that she was at sea, hit by the waves, and was pulled out of the water when she was about to drown.

This kind of feeling of asking for but not being able to get it makes people crazy.

An Yixi felt dizzy, her eyelids were heavy, and her head was heavy, but she begged for more.

"Tingyou, give it to me." She murmured unconsciously.

Fu Liyan stopped for a moment, staring at the kind of woman with her eyes closed.

How could a proud and high-minded man like Fu Liyan be willing to be someone else's stand-in, this discovery was like a basin of cold water breaking on the top of his head, and it was completely cold.

He quickly got up, let go of his hand, and An Yixi lay on the bed like an inanimate.

The hair is scattered, and some fall on the fair-skinned jade/body, like a demon/ji, the owner of the bewitching/rao-like body, but there is no sense of crisis lying in his sphere of influence.

Fu Liyan looked at her body, and there was a moment of trance, he could let her know the result of provoking him in the next second.

The sudden emergence of this thought also surprised Fu Liyan, his face condensed, and his ink lotus-like pupils were pitch black, hiding his irritability.

In the end, Fu Liyan strode into the bathroom, and he didn't touch a drunk woman who couldn't recognize people.

The cold water slid down his strong pectoral muscles, and disappeared into the drain along the perfect mermaid line, Fu Liyan gradually closed his eyes and stood under the water without moving.

When I opened my eyes again, my dark eyes became clear and deep.

When Fu Liyan put on the bath towel and went out, the troublesome woman fell asleep again, as if her posture had not changed since he got up and left.

Fu Liyan's eyes were deep, he stepped forward, helped her cover the quilt, and turned around and left the room.

Early in the morning, An Yixi woke up in a daze, knocked on his head that hurt after a hangover, and slowly raised his head.

This room is familiar, neat and noble, with brilliant crystal lamps and frescoes from the Roman period.

Did Fu Liyan bring her back last night?

An Yixi knocked her head again, frowning irritably, she only remembered coming out of the bar, and then vomited, and she didn't remember anything after she vomited.

Like last time, her clothes were on the table, washed and neatly folded.

An Yixi didn't feel any strange feeling in her body, and subconsciously thought that it was safe like last time.