It was past three o'clock in the night, and Yu Yan still stayed in the study.
Tomorrow is the 100th day since Ling Qian's death. As Ling Qian's widow, she was asked by her mother-in-law to personally copy scriptures to commemorate her.
Now she was asleep on her desk.
It wasn't until her lips were kissed by another pair of thin lips, and her body began to swing with two hot palms, that her consciousness slowly returned...
When she opened her eyes, one of her legs was forcefully pushed to the side.
She was shocked, and as soon as the man's face in front of her became clear before her eyes, a kind of menstrual pain hit her from below.
Her pupils shook violently. She avoided the man's kiss and struggled, "Ling Jingchen..."
Ling Jingchen is Ling Qian’s biological brother...
"Yu Yan." Suddenly, the man's lips caught up with him again, "Don't move."
How could she not move? If she was discovered, she would die without a burial place.
"Ling Jingchen, change... um..."
As soon as she said half a sentence, her mouth was covered by his hand, and his lips lightly touched her ear, "Be good."
Her heart beat suddenly unbearably fast.
The eldest son of the Ling family has lived in the mountains since he was seven years old, following the precepts to cultivate his moral character.
The rumors about Ling Jingchen in Jincheng are all good.
He loves charity and respects life. Everyone says that his temperament is as elegant and cold as a orchid tree, and his soul is as pure, kind and noble as a bodhi tree.
But how could his current behavior be something that a pure, kind and refined person could do?
Then he unbuttoned his black shirt, and Yu Yan was stunned when she saw the bulging veins on his muscular chest.
This isn't right.
I do not know how long it has been.
Yu Yan was leaning on the bed, her thoughts distracted. The tall man in front of her was getting dressed. The veins on his chest had returned to normal and were hidden under the skin.
A pair of long eyes were half-closed, staring deeply at her.
She pursed her dry lips and said, "Ling Jingchen, why me?"
The man straightened the collar, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. Then he leaned down and stretched out his hand, starting from her forehead and slowly tracing downwards.
Only then did Yu Yan realize that his limbs were so weak that he couldn't even lift his arms.
Was he tormented by him?
The woman has a delicate and charming face, especially her phoenix eyes, which are sharp when she is cold, but also full of charm when her heart is emotional.
Continuing down, the curves are prominent and slim like a demon, and the skin is as smooth and white as porcelain.
Finally, Ling Jingchen's fingers fell on the hickey on her chest. The man's Adam's apple rolled and he said, "Niao Niao has become a woman."
wave.
Yu Yan froze for a moment, and there was a faint light in his pupils.
And this name was given to her by him ten years ago.
This nickname has never been used by him since she met Ling Qian.
At this moment she wasn't sure what he meant by this.
She was about to say something more, but the man looked up at the clock on the wall and left.
It's five o'clock.
Today, the Ling family will perform the last ritual ceremony for Ling Qi'an, and many monks and lamas have come.
At this time, the lama will start chanting sutras.
The entire Ling family is about to become lively.
Yu Yan looked at his back, stood up, picked up the clothes and put them on. She had to follow him to find out the matter.
Her clothes are very wearable, and she wears a long black dress outside her underwear.
But because her strength was gone for some reason, she put it on extra slowly.
Finally, when I reached the last step and pulled up the zipper on my right waist, the study door was suddenly pushed open again.
Several people came face to face, and Yu Yan's heart suddenly dropped.
