Quick Travel: Accidentally captured that sickly villain

After leaving the Song residence, Song Jiyan went back to the hotel.

He knocked on the door for a long time but got no response, so he thought that Li Jiang was not there, so he went to the front desk downstairs to get another room card.

When he entered the room, the sound of pattering rain from the bathroom made the man startled for a moment.

Looking down, Song Jiyan could even vaguely see the hazy body under the frosted glass.

He turned his face away uncomfortably, picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table and went to the balcony.

The cold wind brushed against his face, and he slowly dispelled it with the turbulent smoke.

Mars dances in the dark night, twinkling and twinkling, and its temperature is far higher than the stars in the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally came from behind: "You are back."

Song Jiyan turned his head and saw the girl standing under the dim light, casually wiping the wet hair on top of her head with a towel.

Casual tone, like a wife waiting for her husband to come home.

He walked over, threw the unburned half of the cigarette into the ashtray on the desk, and naturally took the towel from Li Jiang's hand.

"Sit on the bed, and I'll make it for you."

Li Jiang complied obediently.

After a while, she found that the man seemed a little nervous, his movements were a little clumsy, but he was cautious everywhere.

Li Jiang didn't make a sound to stop him, just let him dry his hair, and then brought a hair dryer to completely dry the water stains on it.

The warm air sprinkled on her neck, and penetrated into it along the neckline, making her whole in a warm state.

The skin on his body turned red unknowingly.

There was a dull restlessness in the air.

Song Jiyan noticed the change in the girl's body, and his eyes darkened instantly.

He put the hair dryer aside casually, held up the face that would make his heart beat faster, then lowered his head and kissed Li Jiang's red lips.

Li Jiang didn't expect the man to make such a move, his body froze for a few seconds, staring blankly at the magnified face in front of him.

The second of touching, Song Jiyan's calmness and rationality completely disappeared, and all impulses turned into the most primitive desires.

He crazily attacked the city, trying to leave his presence everywhere.

The hand on the girl's waist couldn't help but start to move.

Li Jiang's head was a little dizzy, and he responded a few times at first, but gradually he couldn't stand the man's fierceness, and began to struggle.

Song Jiyan finally stopped.

His eyes were terrifying, dark, like a deep sea with endless ripples below.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control it." He suppressed his heavy breathing, and slowly pulled away from Li Jiang's body: "You go to bed first, I'll go to the bathroom."

Seeing the bathroom door close, Li Jiang gradually regained his breath.

Not seeing what he wanted to see, Yinhe felt a little pity, and said fearlessly: [Sir, why did you stop just now? 】

A few seconds later, Yinhe was beaten violently.

Li Jiang smiled, with a sneering look on his face: [Fatty, why didn't you say anything? 】

Yinhe: […] The price is a little bit high.

Song Jiyan stayed in the bathroom for a long time before coming out, and after he finished washing, Li Jiang almost fell asleep.

Seeing the girl looking over in a daze, he smiled, lifted the quilt and lay down in it: "Sleep, I'll take you out to play tomorrow."

The next morning, when Li Jiang woke up, there was no man beside him.

She walked a little outside, only to find the man standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and looked this way, "Wake up."

Song Jiyan put out the cigarette and walked in, then closed the window of the balcony and said, "Wash up first, breakfast is ready."