The sad tone dragged upwards, Jiang Yang's clear eyes dropped wetly and red, and half of his face fell into shadow.
The slender fingertips hooked her chin and dragged it upward. Her entire face was exposed to the light, her facial features were clear and clear, her fair skin was moistened with a faint layer of light, and the red at the end of her eyes was even more delicate and sad.
Ye Tushen lowered his neck, looking at her condescendingly with a posture of absolute possession.
"Jiang Yang, call me."
"Brother Shen."
Her lips were parted, showing a gorgeous vermilion color.
Even a man can't handle being like this.
Ye Tushen was also unable to recruit him.
He pressed his head down, his lips and teeth grinding her lips, and his palms wandered around her waist, lingering and playing with them.
He gradually increased his strength, and Jiang Yang was suffocated by the kiss.
Ye Tushen didn't want to stop, nor did he intend to stop. She was his.
It was natural for him to play with her.
He thought so and did so.
The fingertips pulled off the chain on her skirt, "Stab!" A sound tore through the air, and Jiang Yang sobered up a lot.
"Brother Shen, Second Master, no."
She refused in a panic, her head almost shaking like a rattle.
Ye Tushen was impatient and frowned, "What's wrong?"
Although Jiang Yang admires Ye Tushen in her heart, she also has a bottom line. He has a girlfriend. What is the difference between her current behavior and that of Dang San?
Although she was forced to do so, if she crossed that line, no matter how she tried to defend herself, she could not get rid of the title of third party.
She doesn't want to be labeled like this.
"You have a girlfriend." Jiangyang firmly held Ye Tushen's hand pulling down the chain, his face twisted, and he refused to obey.
Ye Tu smiled deeply with the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and the fingertips of his other hand rubbed against the fair skin on the side of her face: "Jiangyang, don't say anything unintelligible to her at this time."
He tried a little harder, but Jiang Yang couldn't stop her at all.
The zipper was pulled down, and the skirt hung precariously around her waist.
If she hadn't been holding on tightly to a corner, it would have floated down like the thin shirt just now.
Ye Tushen was about to grab her hand next, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Ye Liang's voice came from outside: "Uncle, are you in there?"
Jiang Yang hurriedly grabbed the skirt with one hand and tried to fight against Ye Tushen, while the other hand fumbled for the location of the zipper.
Ye Tushen raised his eyebrows and did not intend to pay attention to Ye Liang's disappointing voice.
He easily peeled off Jiangyang's hand that was blocking him, just as he was about to take the next step.
Ye Liang's voice rang again: "Little uncle, are you there? Wen Shuyi drank too much and has been looking for you."
Ye Tu looked deeply and did not continue.
Jiang Yang also breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing her relieved look, Ye Tushen's eyes became more gloomy. He lowered his head and breathed warm breath on her neck.
Immediately, a tingling pain dissipated from there.
The incident happened suddenly, and Jiangyang was not prepared. The sound of pain overflowed and instantly filled the entire dressing room.
Ye Tushen let her go, his eyes returned to their previous coldness, "Get out."
Jiang Yang looked at him aggrievedly, trembled her lips, and turned her head away, her whole body awkward.
How could she get out after being fucked like this by him?
Her clothes were torn, and there were so many people outside, so just going out like this was not much more exciting than dancing.
Ye Tushen seemed to have expected this. He took off his suit jacket and threw it to Jiang Yang in disgust, and left without saying a word.
Looking at Ye Tushen's back, Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes and lowered his eyes slightly.
Jiang Yang knew very well what kind of person he was.
With everything on the line, a warm and comfortable feeling made him hold it back.
How much weight does she have in his heart to allow him to do this?
