After Wen Jing realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, he pursed his lips and said nothing.
Mingyao felt helpless at Wen Jing's honesty.
Even if you really don’t remember, you can’t say it to your face.
Girls are inherently thin-skinned, not to mention someone like Tan Xiaozhu who has a very strong self-esteem. He will probably cry in shame after returning home.
Afterwards, Mingyao looked around the entire audience, but did not see Tan Heyu's figure, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe he didn't want to participate.
Anyway, no matter who his daughter is, she cannot threaten his identity as heir.
The purpose of tonight has probably been achieved, because with Wen Jing's company, Mingyao never cares about what they say behind their backs, compared to those who just follow the wind.
A waiter passed by Mingyao carrying a tray. What happened to be Mingyao's favorite lemon sparkling water on the tray.
Mingyao stopped him and took down the lemonade.
Just when I brought it to my lips and wanted to drink it, my heart moved.
Could such a coincidence happen?
Mingyao has an intuition in her heart.
There may be something added to this glass of water.
Holding the cup with his fingers, when he saw Wen Jing next to him, a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Brother, thank you for coming with me today."
Mingyao handed the cup in his hand to Wen Jing and said softly.
Wen Jing always only drinks tea and boiled water, and rarely drinks this kind of drink.
Before he refused, Mingyao looked straight into his eyes, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling:
"As long as my brother is with me, I will feel at ease."
Wen Jing pursed her lips.
It was like a feather falling on his heart, which was an extremely unfamiliar feeling to him.
He lowered his eyes and took the cup, taking a sip of the liquid in the cup.
Her throat slid slightly, and Wen Jing frowned. The taste was a bit weird...
Then someone took advantage of this opportunity and came to say hello to Wen Jing, who did not often attend banquets.
Mingyao inadvertently retreated into the shadow of the corner.
She had a suspicion in her heart, if it was confirmed...
Mingyao clenched her gauze skirt tightly with her hands and stared at Wen Jing uneasily.
Seeing Wen Jing's cold white cheeks gradually stained with a thin layer of red, Wen Jing seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and withdrew from the crowd and walked towards the corner of the corridor.
Mingyao quickly followed.
A burst of heat surged up in her body, and her consciousness gradually became unclear. Wen Jing pressed her temples heavily with her fingertips and leaned against the empty corridor to catch her breath.
A cool and delicate palm touched his cheek.
Wen Jing opened her eyes and saw Mingyao looking at him with worry, a strand of hair falling on the side of her cheek.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Wen Jing didn't reply. His eyes were fixed on Mingyao's red and soft lips, and there was a thirsty itching in his throat.
He closed his eyes and turned away.
"Don't stay here, let me be by myself for a while."
Mingyao frowned slightly, shook her head and said:
"How can this be done...I'll take you to the lounge, brother, it's upstairs."
Wen Jing's breath was hot at this time, the veins on his forehead were beating, and he nodded slowly.
Mingyao supported him and took him to an empty lounge at the end of the corridor. He didn't forget to lock the door after entering.
Wen Jing had big drops of sweat on his forehead. He pulled open his tie and collar with one hand. He used too much force and the buttons at the collar collapsed, revealing the clear shoulder and neck lines. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he fell on the big bed. , frowning, seeming extremely uncomfortable.
Mingyao looked at him in a panic, her heart pounding.
Although she was mentally prepared, she had no experience with this kind of thing.
Once it happened, she couldn't predict Wen Jing's reaction.
Seeing Wen Jing's uncomfortable look, Mingyao opened a bottle of water and poured it into a cup. Only then did she realize that her hands were shaking.
She bit her lip, walked up to Wen Jing with the cup in hand, bent down and handed the cup over, and said softly.
"Brother, drink some water..."
Wen Jing still had some sense at this time. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, and his throat felt like it was on fire. He picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. He drank too fast and too hard, and half of the cup of water flowed out, fell from his neck, and was submerged. into the collar.
There was no water in the cup. Wen Jing opened her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Is there any more?"
His eyes were no longer as quiet and clear as usual, but became wild and deep, his eyes dark, staring firmly at Mingyao.
The smell of hormones floated in the air, and Mingyao trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Her face turned red, as if she had drunk alcohol, and she licked her lips in a daze.
"some......"
She lowered her head, wrapped her soft arms around Wen Jing's neck, and gently pressed her moist red lips to Wen Jing's lips.
But all Mingyao's strategies were just on paper and never implemented in practice. At this time, she put her lips on Wen Jing's mouth in a daze. With a sense of courage, but not knowing what to do next, she opened her eyes and wanted to leave Wen Jing.
And Wen Jing kept his eyes open from beginning to end. He was so thirsty, how could he let go of the only source of water at this time?
He stretched out his hand and pinched Mingyao's slender waist firmly. The cool and delicate skin was close to his hot chest, and Wen Jing felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
but.
Not enough, not enough.
Wen Jing bit Mingyao's lips, sucking in the sweet water from her mouth.
Something that had been tight suddenly broke.
Maybe it was no longer strong a long time ago.
He took off his clothes in twos and twos, and then with a little force, the beautiful and light gauze skirt fell into pieces without any resistance.
His eyes wandered over Mingyao's body like a real thing.
Fragmentary memories are recalled in the mind, overlapping, and vivid to the point of dazzling.
His hands, which he had used to hold knives and scriptures in his previous life, and which he used to write and read in this life, were now filled with surging heat, measuring his skin that was as smooth as jade and without any flaws.
Their bodies overlapped, their breaths intertwined, and they touched each other.
Mingyao felt as if she had fallen into a lake, unable to breathe or struggle.
"Owner......"
Tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, and a faint cry for mercy came from the gap between them.
Wen Jing's body stiffened and she became a little stronger.
Mingyao's hairpin fell to the ground, her scattered long hair dancing up and down, and her soft cheeks were stained with boundless spring.
A hot and ambiguous breath slowly spread in the room...
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