"Whatever the Qin family's status is, you'd better not touch them."
Cheng Yansheng's voice was low and his speaking speed was also slow. Compared to her excitement when she suddenly hugged him, he seemed to be speaking slowly and unhurriedly.
"I see."
The man looked at her without blinking and said, "If you know it, remember it well."
The words fell.
A hand reached out from her back, bringing with it a hint of coolness. Wen Nian remained calm and forced the corner of her mouth. He knew without looking that her expression at this moment must be uglier than crying.
Cheng Yansheng's voice was confused: "If you think about it, just say it and I can help you."
Holding back the surge of energy and blood rushing to his head, Wen Nian said, "No need."
He stood and she curled up on the bed, just high enough.
Cheng Yansheng opened her face and put a finger into her mouth: "What if I need it?"
He calmly raised his head and looked back at the man.
Wen Nian gritted his teeth and said, "I don't feel well."
"Yeah?"
The skin of Cheng Yansheng's fingers smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, which actually smelled good, but Wen Nian was disdainful of his actions: "Take your hands out, I feel really uncomfortable."
He didn't force anyone to take his hand back.
He moved away from her, took out a piece of paper towel, and slowly wiped the saliva off his fingers.
"So stubborn?"
At this moment, Wen Nian was as stubborn and determined as an invulnerable wild cat, stretching out his long and sharp claws in protest.
Cheng Yansheng threw away the tissue and raised his face, his black and white pupils looking bright.
The palm of his left hand touched her face, her skin was warm, and the thin calluses between his palms rubbed and stung: "Every year, I hate the thought of you talking and laughing with other men."
After saying that, Cheng Yansheng tightened his knuckles.
Wen Nian's temples were throbbing.
My heart was turbulent like waves.
The bed beside her sank, and the man beside her hugged her tightly. Cheng Yansheng bit her lip and pressed her face against hers. The corners of her mouth were broken and bleeding, spreading all over her mouth.
"Asshole."
Wen Nian gritted his teeth and cursed.
In fact, her voice is not strong.
Cheng Yansheng listened.
He was looking at her with that playful look.
"If you want to scold me, do it openly."
There was a lump in her throat.
Cheng Yansheng looked at her with a half-smile for three seconds, stretched out his right arm, pinched her waist with his fingers, and pulled her up.
He hugged her, wrapped his body around her, teased her face with his fingers, and said, "What did you scold me just now?"
The sound is extremely bad.
She said nothing and pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Cheng Yansheng was neither annoyed nor angry. He punished her with his teeth and bit her lip: "You won't tell me, right? Then I'll let you tell me."
"Asshole."
This time, Wen Nian cried out out of pure pain.
Cheng Yansheng increased his strength regardless of his feelings.
"Cheng Yansheng, I beg you...don't do this, okay?"
She knew very well what he was going to do next. Wen Nian rushed to please and beg for mercy before the situation became serious.
The voice was very soft, but in a space where there were only two people and Pinluo could hear it, it seemed very loud. Even the sound of her nervous exhalation was infinitely amplified.
Cheng Yansheng lifted her chin, his lips and teeth grinding against the base of her ear.
"Can't you be nice to me every year?"
He shouted making her tremble.
It's the shaking of fear and fright.
Cheng Yansheng knelt on the bed, touched her face with one hand, and kissed her with punishment. Wherever Wen Nian looked, he saw the man's open black eyeballs, and he smiled.
Her eyes closed.
The man stroked his face more gently: "Be good, don't close your eyes, okay?"
