Wen Yan took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, his expression relaxed.
Do you think she is unclean? On the contrary, he knows the taste of food but does not know how to satisfy it.
Zhou Tingxun said slowly: "Relationships still need to be more dedicated."
When he said this, he did not forget to reach out to help Wen Yan push his hair to his ears. He had no idea that the object of everyone's jokes was sitting next to him.
"Speciality is not about loving only one person for the rest of your life." Lu Yili felt lighthearted, but his raised eyes were carefree, looking particularly unruly and like a prodigal in love.
Wen Yan deliberately spilled the wine on the table, and her cheongsam was stained with wine stains. She held Zhou Tingxun's arm and said, "Sir, I'm going to the bathroom."
Zhou Tingxun nodded slightly and followed Wen Yan out with his eyes.
When passing Lu Yili, Wen Yan didn't pause for a moment. The cloth passed by him quietly.
Different from his cousin's calmness, Lu Yili's delicate facial features are sharp and sharp. Unlike people in this circle, he doesn't even bother to cater to everyone's smiles.
After leaving the box, Wen Yan felt that the suffocation gradually subsided.
Even though she had been with Zhou Tingxun for seven years, she still couldn't get used to the smoky environment.
At that gathering of wealthy young men, they had no scruples in speaking. She couldn't enjoy it there, so it was best to pretend to be confused while pretending to understand.
Wen Yan lingered in the cubicle for a long time, and then left after guessing that it was almost done. However, as soon as she walked out of the women's bathroom, she saw Lu Yili standing by the mirror, browsing on her mobile phone.
He was wearing a black jacket with the zipper pulled down to his protruding Adam's apple. He had one hand in his pocket and his short hair on his forehead was slightly messy, which did not hinder his superior head-to-shoulder ratio.
Under the lamp, Lu Yili's pupils were almost a light amber color, and he turned around and pulled back towards her.
It was too late for Wen Yan to hide, so he simply ignored him, gathered his thoughts and walked towards the corridor.
Halfway through, Lu Yili's voice sounded behind him.
"let's talk."
Wen Yan did not turn around, but gathered his shawl, "What are you talking about?"
Lu Yili put away his cell phone, put his hands in his pockets and walked to her side to stop. A low and hoarse voice with a hint of ridicule came from above her head.
"Really pregnant?"
Wen Yan ignored him, came to the sink and washed his hands as if nothing had happened.
This is not a place for talking, someone could break in at any time.
Lu Yili was obviously aware of this problem. He pulled her into the box and pressed her hard against the sofa.
Wen Yan saw that Lu Yili's face was sullen, exactly the same as when he bumped her into the wall a few days ago and she was the only one who asked.
The man rubbed her lips with his thumb and smiled coldly: "Is it exciting?"
"Are you crazy?" Wen Yan felt suffocated and turned away in panic, avoiding his increasingly wanton fingers.
Lu Yili's lips curved slightly, as if he was laughing at her timidity, and his words were as arrogant as ever: "What will happen if something happens to us here? Huh?"
Men all have bad qualities. Zhou Tingxun at least pretends to be so, but Lu Yili doesn't even bother to pretend.
The more she stayed away from her, the more vigorously he tried to tease her.
Wen Yan wanted to push him away, but due to the disparity in strength, he pressed him harder.
She couldn't muster any strength, she was scared.
Lu Yili leaned close to Wen Yan's ear, and the warm and moist air penetrated into her ear. At the moment when her body was trembling, he said, "Wen Yan, don't get rid of me."
Wen Yan wanted to say something else, but her mouth was blocked the next second.
In the closed air, the moist and warm touch stirred up the nerves.
She felt like she was covered in his scent.
'Dong dong dong'——
Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door, and the answer was a mixture of breaths, and then Peng Shu's tentative voice: "Yili, is that you?"
"Auntie called and asked you to come over quickly."
The owner of the last voice is Zhou Tingxun.
Lu Yili stared at Wen Yan's face, which was flushed due to nervousness, and poked her waist maliciously, and Wen Yan couldn't help but let out a sound from his throat.
Wen Yan immediately bit his lower lip to prevent himself from making any more noise.
Things were about to get out of control, which made her panic.
The man leaned down, brushed his thin lips against her collarbone, and whispered, "This is Peng Shu's territory."
Wen Yan was startled and woke up instantly. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words.
"Scoundrel." He must have meant it.
How could there be such a bad person?
Wen Yan's hair was messy, his eyes were wet, and his red lips that had been kissed were a bright water color. He stared at him fiercely, without any aggression, which made people feel itchy.
But I didn't notice it at all.
Lu Yili looked away at her, calmed his breathing, picked her up easily, and then sat her on the table.
Before Wen Yan could react, he had already stood up and pulled away.
She seemed to hear the sound of turning the door lock...
Wen Yan's heart rose to his throat.
"I know, I'll go right away." Lu Yili turned the door handle first, creaked, and gently pushed open a small crack to get out.
With a snap, the door was slammed shut.
The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.
Only then did Wen Yan's tense body relax. She felt as if she had been fished out of the water. Her palms were all sweaty. She didn't dare to think about what kind of abyss Lu Yili would push her into.
