Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Yan Ran didn't speak, just stared at him blankly, as if she was looking at him, and also seemed to be looking at another person through him.

That kind of eyes are very pure, with a trace of inquiry, scanning the boy from top to bottom.

She suddenly said, "Drink this glass of wine."

The boy stood so tall and tall in front of her, with a handsome face, a cold outline, the corners of his mouth drawn into a straight line, and his brows furrowed.

Seeing that he didn't move, Yan Ran wasn't angry, but rather moody, "Don't even you listen to me?"

There was silence for a while, the boy seemed to bear the humiliation, he lowered his head, his hair fell to the side of Yan Ran's face, his breath hit her face coldly, and he finished the glass of wine she said in front of them.

Clean, not a drop left.

The boy's expression is still unpredictable.

What Yan Ran dislikes the most is his expression, but now she is not in the mood to argue with him.

Instead, he stared at the boy's face tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The light-colored and moist lips parted gently.

He chewed his name word by word.

"Song, Wen, Jing."

This was the first time Yan Ran called him by his full name in name.

The voice was very annoying, and it drilled straight into his ears.

He frowned restrainedly, his eyes looked over, and while breathing intertwined, he was annoyed by the ubiquitous stickiness and rising temperature.

Just as he was about to retreat, he was pulled.

Soft fingers grasped the muscles on his arm, Song Wenjing felt like sitting on pins and needles, every muscle in his body worked vigorously.

Before he could realize what the other party was going to do, the hand moved above his eyes, covering his sight.

The soft and delicate touch made him tremble subconsciously. Just as he was about to struggle, a hoarse and gorgeous voice like silk came from his ear, "Shut up, don't move."

Song Wenjing was almost conditioned to remain motionless, just because these two commands were like wood.

The air conditioner was turned on in the box, but the sweat dripped from Song Wenjing's forehead, the sweat slipped from the corner of his handsome chin, and fell into the collar of his shirt.

He could clearly feel Yan Ran's indifference and disdain for him, it was a way of not treating him as an equal person at all, aloof and arrogant, like looking at the most humble ant in the world.

Even if the person in front of him is a complete person, every time he touches it, he seems to be condescending and getting closer.

As soon as the eyes were closed, other senses were magnified several times. Song Wenjing could clearly smell the faint scent from Yan Ran's body, which was faint, green and alluring, which made Song Wenjing flustered.

When the eyes are invisible, other senses become more acute. Not only can he clearly feel the heat on his cheeks, but he can also hear the heartbeat that is about to pop out of his chest.

Yan Ran couldn't help it, maybe he was really drunk, and reached out to caress the boy's cheek.

Then, kissed.

Pecking and kissing, as natural as drinking water and breathing, soft and nostalgic.

Song Wenjing's eyes were wide open, and all the breath from the kiss was taken away by him in an instant.

She seems to be kissing, but also seems to be tasting.

What are you tasting?
Song Wenjing tightly pressed her lips together, refusing to open them no matter what.

His scalp was numb, as if a small electric current had exploded from his blood. At this moment, Song Wenjing felt his back stiffen instantly, and the sense of shame could no longer be suppressed, surging from his heart To the limbs.

But soon, he felt very keenly that something was wrong.

His beastly intuition made him detect a trace of weirdness in Yan Ran's actions.

Yan Ran's relatives did not seem to be relatives, but more like looking for that kind of feeling.

It seems to want to feel another indescribable emotion from a person.

As if—through him, he was kissing another person.

His conjecture was absurd and unreasonable, but he still kept it in his heart, and it continued to magnify to the point where it could no longer be ignored.

His vision was blocked, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see Yan Ran's expression at this moment.

Whether he also looked proud and careless when he was with his relatives, like giving alms to a beggar, a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert.

Or really, as he imagined, he was kissing another person.

So at this time, will Yan Ran also be moved and emotional?

The delicate and beautiful eyebrows were stained with misty water vapor, filled with sticky sweetness, and the amber eyes shone with rippling water.

Like a flower that everyone plucks, the bright red and fragrant juice overflows.

Is this Yan Ran?
Would Yan Ran have such an expression?
Who would deserve her to show such an expression?
The inexplicable jealousy bit his heart bit by bit, and then creeped through his bones, drilled into his blood vessels, and permeated his whole body.

He felt so ridiculous that he could hardly accept that he had such emotions.

But also feel particularly hateful.

The person in front of him is really hateful.

Step by step, it lured him slowly out of control, twisted slowly, and became strange.

The mental joy that was almost blank in his brain made his body tense like a stake, and anger and annoyance rolled in his chest, like hot oil and water.

He bit down viciously and vindictively.

Yan Ran was in pain and let go of him instantly, and backed out.

The corners of her mouth were still stained with traces of blood, as if rouge had been applied, bright red and swollen, and a layer of physiological tears rose from the amber eyes because of the stinging pain, she looked very fragile and pitiful.

The temperature on the lips slowly disappeared, but there still seemed to be a faint fragrance and softness.

Song Wenjing who had recovered his sight hadn't calmed down for a long time. He touched his lips involuntarily, feeling a strong palpitation and loss, and his heart was beating wildly.

And at this time, he finally saw Yan Ran's appearance at the moment.

Somewhat different from his fantasy, but more visual impact.

The red, swollen and bright lips are like flowers that are blooming to the point of erosion on the pale and ice-like skin, and the juice can be squeezed out by gently kneading the petals.

The picture was horrifyingly beautiful, with a kind of masochistic beauty, for a moment, Song Wenjing couldn't take his gaze away.

Yan Ran was indeed a little drunk, but he was not completely drunk yet.

Perhaps even she herself felt how strange her behavior was just now, but she didn't feel that there was anything wrong. After all, she had always been like this, and she naturally did whatever she wanted, without any reason.

The pain on her lip displeased her.

There was a chill in the voice.

"How dare you bite me?"

The next chapter is repeated and will be updated later