Inadvertently, the woman's hand had slipped to his waist, and she grabbed the yukata strap around his waist and pulled it, and his clothes fell apart......

The man's perfect, masculine beauty and charm made Jian Anning blush and her heart beat faster for a moment, she pursed her lips, and her fingertips carefully stroked it......

Yemo's body stiffened, and his muscles tensed even more. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

Jian Anning couldn't tell if he was showing emotion or if he was ...... to her Manifestations of dissatisfaction and rejection.

When he was with Yemo, Jian Anning had never taken the initiative in this regard, and it seemed extremely clumsy to please him at this moment.

Although Yemo had trained her many times, Jian Anning had always been thin-faced, this kind of thing, she didn't take the initiative to come, and she couldn't learn it, unlike Luo Yan's woman, she ......

When he realized that Jian Anning had stripped naked in front of him, but what he was still thinking about was Luo Yan in his mind, Yemo felt an unprovoked anger in his heart.

The bottom of his eyes suddenly darkened and sank, and his eyebrows tightened.

Jian Anning couldn't feel his **, but she felt his anger, which made her who was originally timid even more retreating.

Each other has their own thoughts, which was originally just a simple pleasure hunt between men and women, but now it seems to have become extremely complicated.

Jian Anning looked at the handsome face in front of her that she had been thinking about for many days and nights, and her heart was moved, but she couldn't hold it back.

She was on top of the man, leaning forward, her soft lips touched the man's thin lips, and between the two, the distance was not more than a fraction, and the indescribable ambiguity and passion lingered in the room.

Because of this gentle kiss, Yemo's brows furrowed even deeper.

What's he doing?

What the hell is he doing?

Thinking of Luo Yan's unscrupulous appearance in front of her, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to find something to vent, but when he thought that the woman was still pregnant with her own child in her belly and was recuperating in the hospital at the moment, he felt that he shouldn't be too a bastard, and at this time, do something sorry for her.

His mind wandered between reason and impulse, and he had no scruples to strip the woman who had covered him at this moment......

Until, Jian Anning's hand touched somewhere under him......

He reflexively grabbed her hand, like an iron claw, imprisoned.

Jian Anning frowned forgedly, and shouted in a small voice that it hurt, because of the pain, because of the grievance, tears subconsciously rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing her tears, Yemo realized that she had gone too far.

"I'm sorry."

He let go of her wrist and gently pushed the woman away from him, then got up, walked to the side, and slowly sorted out his clothes.

"Anning, I'm sorry." His voice was low and deep, and he said sorry to her, and it was self-evident what this sorry meant.

A bitter smile appeared on Jian Anning's lips, and she followed him closely and walked off the bed.

Undressed, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

Yemo's hand in arranging his clothes paused stiffly.

"Night, do you dislike me?" Her voice was so small that it was almost negligible, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't tell what she was saying.

"No, it's me who doesn't deserve it." His voice was indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation.

"That's just your excuse, you can't get past that level in your heart, so ...... You don't bother to touch me. Jian Anning said word by word, and gradually affirmed as he spoke.