The paranoid Ling Shao's beloved pet ran away again

Yu Qingyan's eyes darkened slightly, and her gaze as she looked at him became increasingly deep.

The man suddenly had a bad feeling.

It seems like something is about to happen.

He looked at the expression on the woman's face, unwilling to miss any change in emotion.

Just like that, the two looked at each other in silence.

After a long time.

Rong Qingming never caught any emotional fluctuations on the woman's face.

at this time.

The woman's voice finally rang out.

In the narrow space, only a very light voice was heard saying, "Young Master Rong, let's end it here between us!"

After these words were spoken, there was no movement for a long time.

There was a dead silence in the car.

The air pressure around them became extremely low as the woman's voice fell.

After the woman said that, she remained silent.

Seems to be waiting for the man's reaction.

There was no emotion in those beautiful eyes.

The usual charming and graceful expression on her face had completely disappeared without a trace.

Her reaction was very calm, as if the words just now did not come from her and she was not involved.

Rong Qingming exuded waves of coldness, freezing cold, as cold as ice.

The condensed atmosphere permeated the air, making people feel depressed and suffocated.

Yu Qingyan thought of various scenarios that would occur after she said this, but she never thought it would be the cold and stagnant scene before her.

The man was neither furious nor questioning her. Instead, he acted as if he had never heard her words.

Apart from the fact that his aura gradually became heavier and condensed, he did not make any reaction.

But Yu Qingyan knew that he had listened.

For a moment, she couldn't figure out what he meant.

Just sit there and keep silent.

This matter must be resolved eventually.

Men have to give results anyway.

Yu Qingyan lowered her eyes, thinking back to the time when they first met.

As mentioned before, she and Rong Qingming met in a bar.

Originally she was acting on impulse and deliberately provoking him, but later on he took the initiative.

The man is good at teasing.

She thinks she knows how to have fun, and has worked her way up in the entertainment industry, using her own charm to seduce people without them noticing.

She is also quite resourceful, able to provoke others into anger and at the same time escape unscathed, calmly and indifferently like a scumbag.

But what she didn't expect was that the man was more playful than her.

During that chance encounter, she tried every trick in the book to tease him, but the man just stood there and watched her indifferently.

He even glanced at her indifferently, and said with contempt and ridicule, "Is this all you can do?"

That posture is calm and composed, cool and self-contained.

The man has a noble temperament and elegant movements.

But she looked so miserable and disgraceful.

However, just when she was about to give up, he changed his attitude and took the initiative to tease her.

That wrist is so easy to use.

Every move he makes is elegant, like a gentleman.

It’s a pity that the movements of his hands were not as good as he showed.

The corners of his lips were curled with a faint smile, his eyes were as deep as a pool, and his tone was a little playful, "Do you dare to go to the hotel with me?"

His hands wandered around her waist, stirring up her emotions as he tossed and turned.

The two people's breath intertwined, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and charming.

She had never seen a man with such aura before, and she felt itchy immediately.

She even couldn't control herself anymore after his repeated teasing, and hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"In that case, I'll take it as your consent!"

He didn't reject her kiss, but he didn't respond either.

He just waited until she felt bored and let go of him, then he opened his lips and declared lightly.

In a game between two parties, whoever bows first loses.

In this game, she was the one who took the initiative and seized the upper hand, but she didn't expect that later on, it was the man who dominated the situation and controlled the right to speak.

She was defeated miserably.

The man picked her up effortlessly and walked towards the nearest luxury hotel.

Yu Qingyan looked at the man's stern face and perfect jawline with a hint of obsession in her eyes, her beautiful eyes gleaming.

She didn't believe that a man could control his physical desires, so she kept kissing the man's lips, cheeks and neck along the way.

But he didn't react at all.

When she was almost at the hotel, she felt depressed and bored, and struggled to get off the bus, "It's boring! Let me go, I don't want to play with you anymore!"

The man kept walking and tightened his grip on her.

There was a hint of forbearance in his voice, and his tone was cold, "It's too late to say it now!"

In the man's eyes, Yu Qingyan's struggle was as light and weak as a cat's scratching, and it was harmless.

He quickened his pace and soon checked into the room and went upstairs.

At the door of the room, Yu Qingyan took advantage of the moment he opened the door, struggled to jump down and ran away.

After running a few steps, the man grabbed his arm.

"Still want to run? It's too late!"

As he said that, he pulled her into the room and closed the door.

The moment the lights came on, he lowered his head and kissed the woman's lips.

His slender and strong hands held her waist tightly.

The two people's breathing was long and rapid, intertwined with each other.

Then, his tongue pried open her lips.

Tossing back and forth, rubbing ears and cheeks.

The warm and sweet feeling made her head feel dizzy and her eyes gradually became blurred.

Feeling his tongue invading her lips and plundering her breath and flavor, Yu Qingyan's body trembled slightly, and a trembling and unfamiliar feeling surged throughout her body.

Suddenly, he retreated with restraint, resting his forehead against hers, his warm breath spraying on her face.

She panted softly.

The man's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of unfulfilled lust, but at this moment he asked her nonchalantly, "Do you want to continue?"

He was giving her one last chance.

It seemed that he would leave immediately if she said no.

Yu Qingyan's mind was dizzy from being kissed by him, and a strange feeling swept over her, and lust filled the corners of her eyes.

She now deeply experienced the feeling of being teased wildly and then being pulled away by that person.

How uncomfortable it feels to be the passive party!

He deliberately aroused her desire, then stopped suddenly, and pretended to ask for her opinion. Wasn't this just a disguised way of getting her consent, which meant that she was willing.

She suddenly felt disgusted with her past self, wondering if she had been as cold and mean as the man in front of her when she flirted and ran away.

In particular, the man in front of him still had a calm and composed look on his face, a leisurely posture, and even his clothes were clean and tidy.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but admire the man in front of her.

Although the lust in his eyes had not subsided, he was able to control his physical desires and stop halfway in order to gain control.

The arrow is on the string but not shot. How much self-control does it take to be able to do this?

Just based on this point, the man has the final say over her.

Took the initiative.