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Chapter 192 I originally set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch (35)

The only light had become dim, but Song Wenjing's pupils were burning with raging desire.

The boy seemed to be extremely excited, and slowly lost control of his strength, the heat on his body and the beating speed of his heart were astonishing, his hunger and thirst for Yan Ran was fully exposed at this moment.

It's hard to imagine someone as calm and rational as him having such a side.

Yan Ran's lips were really soft, like a piece of fluffy cake. He ate, but now he still felt extremely hungry and wanted to swallow Yan Ran into his stomach.

In this dark and narrow room, all dark desires are infinitely magnified.

He hugged Yan Ran tightly.

That waist is so slender and so sensitive.

Just a slight touch softened half of his body.

It wasn't until Yan Ran couldn't bear the wind-beating kiss that he raised his weak arms to push him, with thin syllables overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and pressed his palm on the boy's strong chest muscles, the thin fabric couldn't block the boy's body The heat emitted is simply shocking.

The boy was very dissatisfied with the refusal action. He stared at the priest with sharp eyes in the dark like a wild animal with its prey, and commanded breathlessly: "Don't move."

And Yan Ran was almost out of breath, her expression became a little painful, and it was difficult and intermittent to speak.

"Let go... let go..."

The moment Yan Ran spoke, Song Wenjing's rapid breathing stopped for a moment.

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, Song Wenjing woke up as if he had been hit with a stick, and then quickly backed away.

Yan Ran was pushed onto the bed due to the force of the impact. The bed was so hard that she groaned in pain.

Song Wenjing's chest was heaving and heaving, he didn't dare to look any more, turned his gaze elsewhere, and hastily closed his eyes again.

The room is so small, Song Wenjing slept on the floor on the floor.

The sultry and irritating air flow surged, which made the originally restless atmosphere even more chaotic.

But Yanran's face, soft lips with fragrance, eyes misty with water, everything was reflected in his mind, sticky and chaotic like an inescapable dream.

The lips were bright and red, and the eyelashes were wet and glued into clusters.

She is helpless.

And he is dependent.

So many pictures played back in his mind over and over again, and the more he wanted to forget, the harder it was for his thoughts to get out of this predicament.

Now that it has become like this, what is the difference between him and those villains?
It was never his style to take advantage of the situation, which made Song Wenjing look down on himself.

The sultry atmosphere pervasively penetrated.

He was lying on the paved floor, with the heat in his hands and face still not receding.

"Yan, Ran."

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 42%!]

Song Wenjing closed her eyes and frowned, chewing the name slowly, not knowing what it meant.This development was also something he had never thought of, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Yan Ran is the son of Tianjiao, the moon in the sky.

And he is a weed that is trampled on by others, and he is silt.

Thinking of it this way, my heart seemed to have a strange sour feeling.

Song Wenjing's mood suddenly became irritable, he opened his eyes, and felt troublesome for the first time in his life, not knowing what to do.

This night, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he closed his eyes and saw Yan Ran lying on his bed, which seemed to be his nightmare.

Finally fell asleep, and woke up again before dawn.

The five o'clock alarm clock hadn't sounded yet, and he hadn't been asleep for more than three hours, but his spirit was more excited than ever.

The red blood in his eyes proved that he didn't have a good dream.

Song Wenjing pressed his swollen and painful temples, and let out a breath of foul air.

In fact, he rarely dreams.

Even if they are dreaming, they are still those grotesque and blurred demons, but they will never be alerted.

And the first dream in so long.

It was Yan Ran.

In the dream, he didn't wake up in time, but just made mistakes again and again.

Yan Ran did not reject him again.

There seemed to be a wildfire burning in his chest, and his heart ached, his face was as red as blood, and his throat was so dry and sore.

Kissing becomes not enough, it's like scratching the boots, hard to relieve the dryness and heat.

Yan Ran was crying.

It's not just eyelashes and eyeballs like at that time.

But she really cried out, sobbing, the corners of her eyes were red from crying, it was very pitiful.

Then things got out of hand—

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When Yan Ran woke up, she had a terrible headache, to be exact, her whole body hurt.

This hard bed made her sleep very uncomfortable, and her bones seemed to be falling apart.

As soon as he opened his eyes, an unfamiliar environment came into view.

It's so narrow that it's not as big as her toilet, but it's clean.

Pressing her forehead with her fingers, she sat up slowly for a long time before remembering that she called Song Wenwen yesterday to pick her up.

I only know that it was very hot and uncomfortable at the time, and then things fell apart later on.

Thinking of this incident, Yan Ran's expression turned ugly, she was not a fool, of course she knew that yesterday's reaction was definitely not just due to being drunk.

She was set up.

This made Yan Ran very angry, what she hated the most was this kind of low-level methods.

Only because she too was born of dirty drugs.

Her father slept with her mother because of being drugged, and gave birth to a wrong her.

And now someone dared to plot against her.

It was like plucking the hair from the tiger's head and successfully angered her.

The door was opened and the boy walked in.

Yan Ran instantly raised her eyes and looked over.

Song Wenjing's fingers gripping the doorknob tightened, and the cold iron surface was stained with his temperature.

My heart is a little messed up.

Can't tell.

Yan Ran's hair was disheveled, her clothes were messed up, her collarbone exposed was white and beautiful, and she looked at it lightly.

Noticing the other party's gaze from the corner of the eye, Song Wenjing's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then Yan Ran got up and got up from the bed, while arranging the crumpled clothes, she said, "What are you doing standing at the door?"

Only then did Song Wenjing react, and immediately walked in and closed the door.

This room is really too small, it doesn't even have windows, and besides the clean smell of boys, there is also another kind of aroma mixed in.

Song Wenjing's back suddenly became stiff.

She looked at Song Wenjing, and said lazily, "Yesterday, what happened?"

For Yan Ran to ask such a question, I am afraid that he has completely forgotten what happened yesterday.

Song Wenjing said what it felt like not to appear now, obviously he should be relieved, but he felt stuffy in his heart, as if he was pressing on a stone.

Seeing that Song Wenjing didn't speak, Yan Ran's eyes flashed with a bright smile, but his eyes were cold, and he pulled the corners of his lips lightly, "You'd better think it over before you say it, I don't like people lying to me."

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