Song Tiantian sat on the sofa, stretched out her slender and white long legs, and put them on Tang Jingyun's legs, while she was holding an apple in her hand and nibbling on it.

From time to time, her gaze would look at him.

He was concentrating on drugging his knee.

The man who changed into a gray lounge suit, although he dressed casually, was more approachable than his straight suit.

Song Tiantian stared at him directly, as if he had lost his soul.

Seeing that her expression was a little weird, Tang Jingyun raised his eyes and asked, "It still hurts?" ”

"Ah, no, it doesn't hurt anymore." Song tilted the reflex answer.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore?" His eyes were deep, and he looked at her half-narrowed with those beautiful eyes.

That gaze seems to be a little wrong.

Song Tiantian sensed the danger, hesitated, and changed his words, "I lied to you just now, my leg still hurts, the kind of ...... that hurts when you touch it."

Tang Jingyun chuckled lightly and did not answer.

She guessed what he was thinking.

As long as she says that her leg doesn't hurt, tonight, he will most likely want her, but as long as she says that her leg hurts, even if it's fake, he won't touch her.

Song Tiantian lowered his gaze a little embarrassed, and wiped away the complicated emotions in his eyes.

She wanted to withdraw her foot, but he held her foot in the palm of his hand, and Song Tiantian didn't pull it out for a while, so forget it, let him hold it.

Her feet are beautiful, with slender ankles, well-proportioned toes, full arches, and rounded and delicate nails.

She seems to be all over her body, there is no place where she is not good-looking, such a woman is simply a stunner.

His body was unconsciously a little tight, and he urgently needed restraint.

He put her feet down, and Song Tiantian subconsciously raised his gaze, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the swelling that rose high above him......

She was instantly shy, and quickly pulled her foot back.

"I'm sorry." Tang Jingyun apologized to her very gentlemanly, although there was nothing wrong with him watching his wife react normally.

When confronted by her, he often gets out of control.

He is not a man of indulgence, the only time was four years ago, that night, and he is still a wonderful existence.

In the past four years, countless women have tried to climb into his bed, some look like hers, some are about the same size as hers, but they have not aroused his interest in the slightest.

It's a disease, he thought.

He tugged at his tie and let out a heavy breath, then stood up and said to her, "I'm going to take a shower." ”

Song tilted his head and watched him go upstairs.

*

At night, Song Tilting couldn't sleep at night, lying on the bed and tossing and turning.

She was still thinking about what Sheng Kang said during the day.

Sheng Kang said that the recording of tomorrow's episode of the show is related to the design of the cheongsam, but thinking of the reason why Tang Chaoyi committed suicide, she suddenly found that she couldn't cope with tomorrow's game well, and her mentality fluctuated a lot.

Now, she really wants to talk to Tang Jingyun and listen to his opinion.

She unconsciously leaned towards him, and she didn't know if he was asleep, so she didn't dare to wake him up easily, after all, he was so tired from working during the day, and it wouldn't be good if she woke him up when he fell asleep at night.

Her fingertips carefully slid up his muscular chest, and she pressed it tentatively twice, and the soft fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, crisp and itchy, through his skin, and spread to every corner of his body.

Suddenly, he rolled over, pressed her underneath, locked her hands, pressed them on top of her head, and a deep kiss fell unexpectedly.