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Chapter 125 The Uninvited Guest

"You... what are you doing..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Xiuran lowered his head and sealed her chattering mouth, ravaging her repeatedly.

Song Anhao: "..."

While she was in a daze, Shen Xiuran decisively pried open her white teeth.

"Dong dong dong..."

Song Anhao's heart was beating like a drum, pounding, as if it was about to rush out of his chest.

Breathing gradually became short.

A familiar yet unfamiliar heat flow spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body.

Palms sweating nervously.

Shen Xiuran's thick and big hands lifted the hem of her clothes and slid inside. The rough palms followed the curve of her figure and gently touched her soft skin, causing her to tremble again and again.

The temperature in the room began to climb continuously, and an ambiguous atmosphere flowed between the two of them.

Shen Xiuran didn't intend to stop at all.

An ominous premonition rose in Song Anhao's heart.

Taking advantage of the time when Shen Xiuran was giving her a breath, he said vaguely: "Uncle, don't..."

Shen Xiuran didn't give her a chance to refuse, and clumsily picked up the buttons of her jeans with his big hands.

If it was just a guess just now, then at this moment Song An was so sure that Shen Xiuran was going to do something to her, and suddenly his hands and feet trembled nervously, and his whole body trembled.

Sensing her nervousness, Shen Xiuran slowed down instead, let go of her lips, and comforted her softly: "Relax, don't be nervous, I will be gentle!"

If you listen carefully, you can easily hear the tension in his tone.

It's a pity that Song Anhao was too nervous, his mind was full of indescribable images, and he didn't notice Shen Xiuran's strangeness at all.

Shen Xiuran sealed her lips again.

And at the entrance of the Chinese restaurant, he completely followed the instinctive madness and violence. His kisses became more and more skillful, and even spread to his neck in dissatisfaction...

The palm moves wantonly on every piece of forbidden land he wants to occupy, and the fiery kiss burns on every inch of skin he wants to have...

Dizzy from being kissed by him, Song Anhao couldn't think at all, she was groggy, as if she was in a psychedelic place.

Clothes were thrown all over the floor.

Just when the two of them lost their minds, there was a sudden knock on the door, which suddenly pulled Song Anhao back to his sanity.

She lightly beat Shen Xiuran's chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, someone knocked on the door!"

Shen Xiuran stopped what he was doing, the veins on his forehead bulged, he suppressed Gu Qianhuo in his icy eyes, and squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Get lost..."

The voice was hoarse.

The door was instantly quiet.

When Shen Xiuran was about to continue, a female voice sounded outside the door: "Uncle, it's me, Yirou, please open the door quickly, I have something to do with you..."

The air seemed to freeze.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Looking at Shen Xiuran's handsome face flushed with dissatisfaction with Gu's debts, Song Anhao laughed shamelessly, moved his small mouth to his ear, let out a provocative breath, and said deliberately: "Uncle, Your little niece is here, should you let me go? It would be bad if she broke in!"

Shen Xiuran's handsome face was tense, cold and gloomy, and the aura emanating from his body could freeze the surrounding air.

He glared at Song Anhao viciously, turned over and sat up, Song Anhao, whose body was covered by the air conditioner, took out a set of clean clothes from the closet and changed into it.

The door, opened a small crack.

Shen Xiuran looked coldly at Shen Yirou outside the door, his eyes were as cold as the sea without any warmth: "What's the matter?"

Although his eyes were cold, his voice was hoarse, showing a lack of emotion, his handsome face was blushing, and the heat had not subsided.

As someone who has experienced it, Shen Yirou saw something strange at a glance, stretched her neck, stood on tiptoe, and looked into the door vigorously.

It is mysterious, and there are ghosts at a glance.

It's a pity that Shen Xiuran's figure is too tall, even if she stands on tiptoe, she can only see Shen Xiuran's forehead, but nothing inside.

(End of this chapter)