Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

"Su Qian!"

Yanxi screamed, realized something, and then let go of her hand and quickly pressed hard on the door, trying to lock him out.

Su Qian placed his bony hands on the vermilion door. Snowflakes were blown by the wind and fell on his fingers. The bright white color added a sense of vividness to his jade-like knuckles, making them look like a picture carefully carved by a painter. It was beautiful beyond words.

Unfortunately, no one is in the mood to appreciate such a canvas.

Both of them were silent, pressing against the door in silence.

When their eyes met by chance, Yan Xi saw the determination to win flashing in Su Qian's dark eyes.

As a result, the force pressing on the door panels gradually increased, and the gap between the door panels was widened little by little.

When the door was almost fully opened, Yan Xi blinked, quickly loosened his hands, and ran to the backyard.

Su Qian was prepared. He quickly retracted his forward leaning momentum, stood up straight, and took slow and heavy steps, landing on the floor one step at a time, hitting Yan Xi's heart.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The pounding heartbeat couldn't slow down at all. Yan Xi thought of the eyes he had just seen and didn't dare to think about what would happen if he was caught.

She walked quickly, but her footsteps were like a shadow, as if they were just one step away from her.

In his panic, he almost touched the door of his bedroom. His feet slipped on the melted snow, and he stumbled, and was about to fall to the ground.

Su Qian, who was just slowly wandering behind him, seemed to be able to teleport and appeared behind Yan Xi in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Yan Xi's waist fell into Su Qian's arms.

"Thank you, thank you. Mr. Su, can you put me down?"

They were almost caught, but Yan Xi didn't want to break the superficial peace, so she asked with a polite smile.

Su Qian's lips curled up slightly.

Yan Xi didn't understand the meaning of that smile. Seeing that Su Qian had no intention of letting her go, she moved her body and struggled to try to jump down.

Unfortunately, all this is in vain.

Su Qian easily restrained the man in his arms and walked forward at a leisurely pace.

Walking to the direction where Yan Xi had just wanted to hide, he moved his hands, changing the posture of hugging people with both hands to hugging people with one hand in the crook of his arm, and pushed open the door with one hand.

Compared to the cold outside, the room burning with smokeless charcoal was as warm as spring.

Su Qian looked around the room, as if it were his own room, and carried Yan Xi to the bed blocked by a screen.

"Su Qian!"

Yan Xi was thrown onto the bed. The bed, which was covered with several layers of quilts, was incredibly soft. When she fell into it, she felt like she was stuck in a ball of cotton and couldn't even get up.

The position of the bed was already too dangerous, and she rolled in it, feeling extremely panicked.

"What's wrong? Sister Yanxi, have you finally remembered my name?"

Su Qian gently took off her embroidered shoes, supported his arms by her sides, and asked with a smile.

"I, I always remember it. It was because you were so cold that I thought Second Young Master Su wanted to distance himself from ordinary people like us."

Yan Xi was blocked on both sides and now had nowhere to escape and could only face the person above him.

She was still a little unconvinced, and couldn't help but say something to taunt Su Qian.

Unexpectedly, Su Qian did not look angry, but laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahaha, Sister Yanxi, you are still as good at reading people's expressions as before."

If it is difficult to tell whether these words are a genuine compliment or sarcastic sarcasm, his following actions will clearly show his true emotions.

"hiss."

Yan Xi cried out in pain because Su Qian suddenly leaned over and bit her neck.

"Sister Yanxi is so good at reading people's minds, how come she didn't see that I was pretending. How about pretending to be cold and unfamiliar? What if Sister Yanxi runs away again?"

Su Qian called Yan Xi "Sister" all the time, but he was not as innocent as the sunny boy three years ago. His eyes and actions were shining with the deep desires of an adult man.

He grew up. In three years, the kind and cheerful boy turned into a mature man who was good at disguising his evil heart.

"Sister Yanxi, do you remember? You promised to wait for me to come back and marry you. When I came back from the palace three years ago, I became a fourth-rank commander. I wanted to marry you in a scarlet official robe, but I waited for an empty room."

"I think it's because I haven't worked hard enough. How can a fourth-rank official keep someone by my side? So, I have never stopped working over the past few years, and now I have become a second-rank commander."

"Sister Yanxi, am I qualified to marry you now?"

Yan Xi was stunned, with mixed feelings of guilt and uneasiness on his face.

She didn't expect that what she said casually to reject someone would be remembered by him for three years.

An inexplicable emotion was shaking in her heart, and she wanted to speak to explain and answer Su Qian's final question.

At this moment, Su Qian didn't want to hear her answer, or rather, he was afraid of hearing an answer he didn't want to hear.

He leaned over and kissed Yanxi on her lips.

When still in the Beijing Marquis Mansion, Yan Xi had tasted the feeling of kissing Su Qian because of that accident.

At that time, he was still a sunny little puppy who loved to act coquettishly. He was gentle, careful and considerate, afraid that any excessive movement would hurt her, and he would even carefully let go to comfort her if she just frowned.

But now, Su Qian seemed to have turned into a wild wolf, a wolf that had not eaten meat for three years, and would not let go once it had grabbed a piece of meat.

The sharp white fangs bit the soft red lips, and the dense and stinging sensation kept coming.

"pain."

Yan Xi grasped Su Qian's collar tightly with both hands, his eyes misty, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

The puppy who used to be caring had a cold look on his face and became much crueler. He did not loosen his attack because of Yanxi's cry of pain.

Not only did Su Qian not give in, he explored the subject even more deeply.

He was demanding every moment, swallowing and sucking greedily. After swallowing the lips inside and out, he began to swallow other parts.

Neck, cheeks, eyebrows, earlobes, waist, legs, all over the body, no place could escape Su Qian's determination to leave his mark.

On the snow-white skin, there are red and eroded kiss marks everywhere, and the burning touch penetrates into the bones.

"Sister Yanxi, can I marry you?"

Su Qian's eyes were red as he repeated the previous question.

Yan Xi was almost tortured to the point of losing his mind by the sensation that was neither painful nor itchy. Perhaps because of the guilt hidden deep in his heart, he uttered those words in a whisper.

"But...it's okay."

pat.

A little bit of hot and wetness hit the crook of Yanxi's neck, and the water stains that slid down were slightly sticky.

Yan Xi felt that he vaguely knew what it was, and wanted to open his eyes with shock.

Then, as if angry and humiliated, Su Qian burned her whole body with burning flames.

The dense pleasure surged from top to bottom, wave after wave, like waves at the seashore, one wave after another, without stopping.