Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

There was a needle hidden in the woman's smile, as well as a trap to lure him into.

Tong Ruixiao looked at her, his eyes gradually becoming dim. He did not hide anything and spoke those nouns clearly, word by word, "..."

Because of shame, his neck and ears were stained red.

Jian Yan stood in front of him and listened quietly. He reached out and touched and pinched the tip of his ear, feeling how hot it was.

"So you're so easily shy? Your ears are red."

Her calmness made his nervousness seem even more obvious.

He seemed to be trying hard to suppress his fear and excitement about trying something he had never seen before. Although he tried to act calm, it was still obvious that he was not a veteran.

Weirdly interesting.

Especially when her ears turn red when she gets excited, she is quite attractive.

She felt herself thinking this and wondered if her interest in him was superficial.

"It's not always like this."

Tong Ruixiao's ears felt itchy when she touched them. The itch spread from the side of his neck to his body, gathering into a burning flame.

"It looks like today is going to be a challenging day for you. Think about it, and if you don't leave, you must obey me unconditionally."

He must keep his promises. "Think about it."

Jian Yan went to the cloakroom and took a belt, then squatted down and tied his hands behind his back, tied his wrists, and made a knot that was difficult to untie.

"If you tie me up, I won't be able to serve you."

His words were so innocent. At this moment, Jian Yan was thinking that the best service would be for you to just stay still and let me do whatever I want.

All that came out was a laugh. "You have chosen to stay. The rest is under my control. I want you to serve me, which means - I want you to obey me."

"Revenge on me?"

Just like last time with body painting...

Tong Ruixiao began to feel a little restless.

"If you think so, then so be it. Oh, are you hot?"

She scanned him from top to bottom, and where her eyes finally stopped, he felt his heart tremble with fear.

I thought I could avoid being noticed, so I had no choice but to tell the truth: "...It's hot."

Jian Yan was satisfied and gave a meaningful smile, "It doesn't matter whether it's hot or cold."

Tong Ruixiao looked up at her, confused.

She handed the glass to his lips, half filled with red wine, more than usual, "Drink."

His heart beat faster.

She had just used this cup.

He opened his mouth, and the scarlet wine flowed along the edge of the cup into his lips, teeth, mouth, slid over his tongue, and rolled down his throat.

"Gudong..."

He could still drink normally at first, but as she raised the bottom of the cup higher, the wine became more turbulent, and he was choked. He showed a painful expression, "Jane - cough! Cough... cough cough..."

Deep red liquid flowed from the corners of her mouth and fell onto her white satin pajamas, blooming into large patches of dark red plum blossoms.

But she had no intention of letting him go.

Instead, it got worse.

One cup, two cups, three cups...

Seeing the tears in his eyes due to choking and the pain he was holding back, she smiled happily, "Not bad, very beautiful."

"Boom!"

Uncork the second bottle of wine and pour another glass of wine.

The bloody red wine gushed out from the bottle continuously.

"Gudu - Gudu -"

The sound tormented his nerves and made him want to escape.

The cup was quickly filled.

She walked over with a wine glass in hand. Tong Ruixiao, who was still gasping for breath, was obviously frozen, and his wrists were rubbed red by the leather belt because of his instinctive struggle in pain.

"Want to drink again?"

Jian Yan squatted in front of him, looking at his shiny lips, which were the luster of wine, and said regretfully: "It's only one bottle. Didn't you say before that you can drink a lot? Can't you drink it?"

He frowned.

She seemed to negotiate with him very gently, "Just take another sip and you won't drink it, okay?"

In fact, how could he have the right to refuse? She had said the same thing just now, just to give him psychological comfort and coax him into amusement.

Tong Ruixiao looked at the wine glass that was handed to his lips and thought that Jian Yan was like two different people inside the room and outside the room.

She was more real at this moment than he had ever remembered her.

Once again, he was forced to drink.

He originally thought that she was lying to him again this time. She said she was taking a sip, but actually she gave him the whole cup down.

But she actually just took a sip and then took the cup away.

Under his astonished gaze, she squatted in front of him, put her hand on the back of his head, and kissed him deeply.

"Xiao Jian, um..."

The taste of wine blossomed in his mouth, and it became very sweet, and his tongue was soft and smooth, like jelly. Jian Yan couldn't help but go deeper and deeper, and he liked the feeling of being in control of everything.

She likes the sense of security that comes from being in control and is afraid of the unknown and changes.

She'd be much happier if she could do everything herself.

When their lips and teeth parted, both of them were breathing rapidly.

Tong Ruixiao was already tipsy from drinking, and the kiss aroused his passion. His voice was hoarse, "You... like this? Forcing me to drink?"

"Do you not like it?"

Jane Yan's tied-up dark chestnut hair fell to her cheek. She pushed it away and wiped away the traces of red wine on the corners of his lips bit by bit with her fingers.

The way he looked now made her feel arrogant, which she would not normally have.

Tong Ruixiao answered her question like this: "If you like me, I like you."

This was the real Jian Yan that he wanted to see.

"There are so many things I like."

The woman's smile was a little different from usual, and her eyes were unbridled, yet dazzling enough to make one unable to look away.

When she was still with Si Yanchen, she found that she liked to see the people around her vulnerable. When the other person woke up from a nightmare, his face was pale and he was breathing rapidly. He was extremely fragile, like glass that would break if dropped, which made people feel violent.

When she gently comforts the other person, she feels like she is holding the other person's entire life in her hands.

Take control of everything about the other party.

But as soon as Si Yanchen calmed down and regained his cold expression, she felt her heartbeat, which was beating like a drum, gradually returned to normal.

It seems that the happiness of being able to control others is an illusion.

"Some things can't be said casually. You have to know that what I like is to make you do things you resist. Tong, Rui, Xiao."

She read the last three words very slowly and softly, with a threat and a hint of teasing, as if anyone who heard them would be cursed to be controlled by the devil forever.

As she spoke, she picked up the wine glass.

She raised it to the level of his chin, but was reluctant to touch his lips.

She said, “Look up.”

The man tilted his head back to look at her, revealing his Adam's apple and neck.

"Clap!"

A drop of red wine dripped from the mouth of the glass, fell on his trembling Adam's apple, slid along the Adam's apple into his collar, leaving a bright red and sexy mark.

Tong Ruixiao felt an itch, and a coolness flowed into his sensitive chest. His breathing tightened, and he clenched his hands tightly, "What... are you doing?"

"You've had a drink, so I want to drink too."

"Try your endurance, and..." She said, and snorted meaningfully.