Deep in the bamboo forest.
The soft voice of a woman came faintly, with a few soft moans that made people want to cry.
Zhao Yuan stiffened slightly and lowered his eyes to look at the woman lying in his arms.
A little girl in her twenties and eighties, she was neatly dressed but had a bright appearance.
At this time, she looked up and spoke to him with blurred eyes. Her red lips opened and closed, but she seemed to be begging for pleasure, and she was charming without knowing it.
"Take me..." She gasped uncomfortably, tears suddenly falling from the corners of her eyes.
The five fingers subconsciously groped upward until they wrapped around Zhao Yuan's arm, "Let's go..."
Zhao Yuan seemed not to notice, still sitting and staring at the other party with an indifferent expression.
The little girl continued to climb up, unintentionally opening the skirt of her clothes, revealing a patch of snow-white.
Zhao Yuan narrowed his eyes and finally said: "Did the Wei family send you here?"
Qiao Yuanfei's consciousness was chaotic and he had no idea what the other party was talking about.
She begged her cousin to take her away, but gradually, the green shirt of the person in front of her slowly became blurred, and her cousin transformed into a young man with a high ponytail in an instant.
The young man sat on a branch covered with green leaves and looked down at her.
The scattered sunlight fell on him, making his handsome and smiling eyebrows look particularly gentle.
The young man's voice was raised, high and with the usual carefree tone: "A Yuan, are you going to ride a horse?"
Qiao Yuanfei's eyes turned red and she rushed forward: "Ayuan..."
The hot and delicate body was in his arms, and the hot air fell on his ears. Zhao Yuan's veins instantly bulged.
The other party seemed to have no sense of shame and actually sat on his lap.
The spring shirt was light, and the softness under the thin material stuck to him, fixing Zhao Yuan in place.
There was an extremely loud heartbeat, whether it was his or the other person's.
Seeing that the girl's clothes were about to slip off her shoulders, Zhao Yuan immediately reached out to push her, but unexpectedly, he was hugged tighter.
A weak and boneless girl, but her strength is beyond ordinary people.
Zhao Yuan suddenly became alert and turned his head coldly. The other party's red lips took advantage of the situation and brushed across the base of his ear, causing it to itch.
In an instant, Zhao Yuan tensed up and raised his jaw unconsciously.
He clenched his hands and heard the woman whispering in his ear.
"A Yuan, A Yuan..."
One after another, gentle and affectionate.
Zhao Yuan's Adam's apple rolled, and there was an imperceptible coldness and rage in his expression.
As long as I can remember, no woman has ever been so bold.
Wei Shi really worked hard!
Waves of warmth came from his thighs, and Zhao Yuan was forced to return to his thoughts. He noticed that soft, boneless hand reaching down from the back of his neck.
From the spine down, gently, inch by inch.
It seemed like he was testing, but also like he was playing around.
Zhao Yuan's back was extremely stiff. He stared down at Qiao Yuanfei, his eyes as dark as ink.
Before the other party brought his lips together, Zhao Yuan finally stopped the heat in his heart, raised his hand and slowly pinched Qiao Yuanfei's neck: "What did you call me?"
Qiao Yuanfei was forced to raise her head, revealing her delicate and attractive collarbone.
The bun had long since fallen down and spread over his shoulders. The stark contrast between his white skin and black hair made Zhao Yuan feel an inexplicable desire to destroy her.
So slender, so fragile, it can be broken with just a slight force...
But he only exerted a little force, and the woman lowered her eyes and spoke in aggrieved tone: "Ayuan, it hurts..."
The crimson color in the corners of the girl's eyes made Zhao Yuan's heart beat like a drum, but his hands tightened again without giving in.
Qiao Yuanfei's red lips parted slightly, and her eyes suddenly opened and narrowed, as if she couldn't believe it.
The pain of suffocation caused a few small sounds to escape from her lips.
It's asking for help, and it's also trying to seduce people.
Zhao Yuan's eyes never left her face. He saw her face turn red, saw her struggling hard, and saw a cinnabar mole as red as blood at the end of her slightly raised eye...
Against the background of the whirling bamboo shadows, it is hazy and attractive.
Zhao Yuan chuckled, but his eyes were bone-chilling.
He exerted force suddenly and was about to break Qiao Yuanfei's neck when he suddenly heard a sound coming from outside the bamboo forest.
"A Yuan?"
Zhao Yuan stopped immediately.
Qiao Yuanfei fell to the ground weakly, and her forehead hit the corner of the pavilion, turning red instantly.
She lay on her back and breathed heavily, her consciousness finally returning to the point of life and death.
Zhao Yuan looked at it leisurely, as if he was teasing something: "You are lucky today. Go back and tell Mrs. Wei that if you dare to have any thoughts on me again, don't blame me for touching her precious son."
Qiao Yuan covered her neck for the rest of her life and raised her head to look at Zhao Yuan.
