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His face pressed against his stomach, giving him a small but dangerous itch.

The slender snow-white arms wrapped around him tightly like dodder flowers.

I felt that he couldn't help it, and when he was about to push the person away a little, the person who had always been too well-behaved said in a very soft voice.

"Mom, take me away."

"...They treated me badly."

Song Wenjing's hand paused, and her face fell into the shadows, looking a bit weird and gloomy for no reason.

The image of the last time I saw my parents came to mind.

At that time Song Wenjing was really too young, but he remembered things since he was a child, so even now, he can clearly know the tragic death of his parents.

His body was covered in blood, and his facial features were almost gone.

Many people were crying, but he was not.

Those cries sounded so miserable, and sounded so hypocritical to his ears.

Before their parents' bones were buried, they were eager to deprive them of their parents' inheritance, which exposed their dirty greed.

At this moment, he felt as if he had resonated with Yan Ran.

Listening quietly to Yan Ran's confusing words was enough to tell that Yan Ran's mother had abandoned him just like his parents.

Song Wenjing's side face was covered with a layer of orange by the desk lamp. She slowly lowered her hand in mid-air, slowly tightened her embrace, and the force even made Yan Ran feel a little painful. She whispered in the other person's ear: " Yan Ran, you are not good to me either."

His tone was as innocent as a child's for a moment.

"But it doesn't matter, I don't care about you now."

He suddenly opened his mouth in a low voice, his voice sounded gloomy and sick in the empty room.

"But you provoked me."

Song Wenjing's lowered eyes were dim and unclear, but the next second, her pupils suddenly shrank.

When Song Wenjing bent down to hug him, Yan Ran turned her head and gently rubbed his neck.

The soft hair rubbed against his chin and his Adam's apple, like a soft feather, causing waves of itching.

And it seems that there is something soft rubbing against the Adam's apple, like a dragonfly touches water, and it disappears at a touch.

"I'm uncomfortable……"

The temperature on Yan Ran's body gradually rose at some point, and her voice was very hoarse when she spoke, and every word was sticky and sweet.

A faint powder appeared on the snow-white flesh without any blood, like the afterglow of the setting sun.

The collarbone was messy, and white jade was shining through the collarbone.

Yan Ran was like a clingy cat, hugging his neck, unable to think at all, but doing whatever he could to make himself comfortable.

She should be feeling very uncomfortable now, and there is a soft whimper in her throat, which sounds particularly seductive and sexy.

When Song Wenjing moved and wanted to escape, Yan Ran tightened his arms, and said in a cold tone, "Don't move."

The words contained orders, but because the voice was too hoarse, it was also tainted with other meanings.

Song Wenjing felt that his lips were a little dry, so he endured it and pursed his lips tightly.

Don't start, it seems like indulgence, but also like giving up the struggle.

The distance between these two people was very close, and he could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from Yan Ran's flesh.

The green ones are like flower buds, and at the same time, they become rich like flower juice that has been eroded to the extreme.

Surround him like an invisible cage.

Song Wenjing's fingers slowly clenched, the veins on the back of his hand popped out due to too much force, and his chest heaved violently.

At that moment, the two of them didn't know whose breathing was more rapid and disorganized.

A soft, slightly sweaty hand covered his face, covering his eyes.

She seemed a little sober.

"Don't look around, don't talk."

It was obviously a warning, but the breathy tone of those words really made people blush.

Song Wenjing knew that Yan Ran was a face-saving person, she was used to being aloof, even if she was in a state of being drunk and embarrassed, she was unwilling to let a person like him see his face at this moment.

His sight was blocked, and the tip of his tall nose was pressed against her hand, almost touching her flesh.

The aroma kept entering his nose.

Song Wenjing's back was stiff, and the sense of shame could no longer be suppressed, and it spread from his heart to his limbs.

But Yan Ran pressed on every step of the way.

"Your muscles are so good."

There was a hint of disgust in that tone, which was simply too much.

Song Wenjing felt the heat on her face, and her ears were even hotter.

Since his eyes could not see, his other senses became more acute. Not only could he clearly feel the heat of the other person, but he could also hear the heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest.

Song Wenjing's back was covered in cold sweat, and the warmth from his arms suddenly felt like he was on a cliff, thinking about the world and hell, and closed his eyes.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 50%!]

Yan Ran groped him.

Behavior is outrageous.

Song Wenjing would be scolded if she moved, or even if her muscles were too tight.

This scolding didn't sound like scolding, it didn't look like something indescribable.

In the narrow and stuffy room, the boy's breathing was even more rough and unsteady.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 48%!]

Song Wenjing didn't know how things turned out like this. Her always sober brain seemed to be temporarily offline, unable to provide thinking functions.

When Yan Ran rubbed against his cheek like an attachment, Song Wenjing's breathing suddenly became thinner, and his back heaved, as if he was trying his best to endure the volcanic eruption of strength and inner impulse.

And yet—things still got out of hand.

With a sound of "clang", the desk lamp was hit on the ground, rolled around, and the vision suddenly became even darker.

Before Yan Ran could react, his waist was controlled by a powerful big hand, and he only felt his eyes go dark, and then the touch on his lips was so distinct, dry and cool, with a careful temptation.

The air was quiet for a moment.

The system suddenly beeped: [Ding!The villain's blackness has been reduced to 45. 】

The hand that was covering the boy's eyes slowly fell as if it was unbearable, and the pink fingertips trembled like peach petals.

Yan Ran's face was very red, revealing the beautiful scenery, and even the ends of her eyes were blushing.

Looks like a good bully.

The amber eyes were as blurry as if they were filled with spring water, and their sparkling light clearly reflected the boy's crazy and out-of-control face.

Song Wenjing's forbearing face was tense, and it was his first kiss that he took the initiative to kiss, clumsily like a vicious dog circling impatiently around a bone.

His palms were trembling a little, it was an unbearable palpitation, and the blood was also rushing down, resisting the trembling of his body with clumsy tenderness.

Song Wenjing is now like a hungry wolf, there is a piece of tender and sweet meat in front of him, but he is reluctant to eat it, so he can only lick it cautiously and restrainedly.