The long, cold man leaned lazily against the wall, his left hand was in his trouser pocket, and his right hand was holding a cigar, skillfully swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

The white smoke plated his handsome and wild features with an impenetrable layer of obscurity.

One of his long legs lay across the hallway, taking up two-thirds of the space, and Nan Yu had to step over it to leave.

Nan Yu didn't intend to talk to him, so she lifted her leg and stepped over.

But before he took two steps forward, his wrist was firmly grasped by a large warm and powerful palm.

"Mu Sihan, what are you doing?" She struggled subconsciously, her expression cold and detached like a stranger.

Mu Sihan extinguished the cigar in the smoke extinguishing area, and forcefully and domineeringly pulled her to the man next to him.

didn't even have time to struggle, Nan Yu was already standing in the men's bathroom. With a thud, he closed the door. Then he threw her body and pressed his tall body against her.

Her slender back was forced against the doorframe.

Nan Yu Qingli's delicate little face already had anger, and her hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away.

He didn't move like a mountain, two long, powerful arms at either side of her body, holding her firmly between his chest and the door.

There was a crisp breath from the tip of the nose, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, which bewitched people's nerves.

Nan Yu was angry, her cheeks flushed, "Mu Sihan, this is the men's bathroom, you are shameless, I still want it!" ”

Mousse's thin and cold lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, her deep eyebrows were slightly twisted, her short hair was neat and stylish, and the high bridge of her nose almost poked the tip of her nose.

His tall body pressed against her chest, so intimate that she could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

His dark and deep pupils are like two whirlpools, dangerous and profound.

She couldn't look at him for a long time, so she looked away, annoyed and angry, "Mu Sihan, you threw me on a desert island, where did you get your face to be entangled with me again?" ”

Hearing her words, his dark narrow eyes became even deeper, his hard chest pressed tightly against her soft chest, his long knobred fingers touched her face, and his voice opened in a low voice, "Little kitten, I'm burned." ”

His slender hand slowly stroked down her cheek and took her small hand against his shoulder, "You hit me, hit me hard." ”

Nan Yu didn't want to hit him!

She just wanted to draw a line with him.

Although several days passed, I still vividly remembered the bitterness and discomfort of being left behind by him when I heard him call other women in the cave.

She wouldn't be treated as if nothing had happened as soon as he said a few kind words.

"No matter how much you force and coerce this time, I have to draw a line with you!"

The man pursed his thin lips like sharp blades, and his black eyes seemed to splash ink, "Our contract hasn't expired yet, have you forgotten?" Or," he chuckled lowly, "you fell in love with me, thought of yourself as my girlfriend, and broke up with me as a girlfriend when I hurt you?" ”

Nan Yu heard his words, and his breath was slightly choked.

"If you admit that you like me, I can consider your ideas. If not, you're just a lover of mine, and you have to do whatever I tell you to do, don't you say? He leaned his head and slowly approached her, his low and cold voice close to her ear, and the clear masculine breath came like a wet mist, strong and rich.

Nan Yu's head tilted to the side, and the next second, he was pressed by his big palm, and then, his earlobes were sucked by his wet lips.