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

The wine glass was raised high and tilted slowly.

The blood-like wine dripped into the man's collarbone bit by bit. In the cold winter, the chill made him tremble. But it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart, and it tended to burn more and more vigorously.

Jian Yan pressed his shoulders, lowered her head and kissed that collarbone, kissing away the wine that had not yet flowed down.

Pour it back on and lick it off again.

"Like it?"

Pinch his Yi Min ears and kiss his Adam's apple.

"Hmm..." He groaned.

She then intensified her efforts, pouring wine more frequently and biting his collarbone. More wine flowed into his chest, and the coolness and heat collided and intertwined.

Tong Ruixiao could no longer maintain his kneeling position. He knelt on the ground, raised his head, and his eyes were misty. His face was flushed, his body was tense, his chest was heaving uncontrollably, and his breathing was heavy.

While breathing, you also have to accept her deep kiss that comes on a whim.

Finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Being forced to say: "... like..."

His trembling body caused him to struggle instinctively. When she kissed him, he pressed his wrists hard, and when she poured the wine, he relaxed for a moment. After repeating this several times, his wrists were already bleeding from being rubbed.

Tingling, heat, and torment.

For him, this was a great and almost pleasurable torture, because she was the torturer and the one who showed mercy.

Her methods of torture are unique and unbearable.

But he couldn't say it. He had to hold it back because he didn't want her to go find those people outside.

Tong Ruixiao struggled with the belt with all his strength, relying on this very strong restraint for all his endurance. As long as it was still there, he could endure it.

Because he used too much force, bright red blood flowed down the skin on the back of his wrist, flowed through the palm and between his fingers, and dripped onto the wooden patterned carpet, a shocking red.

"You like me but you have to show that you are in such pain. Is it because you are too embarrassed to say it out loud?"

Jian Yan just thought that the way he wanted to resist but was holding back was very handsome.

When I forced him to drink just now, his reaction was not so big.

When she had drunk, she lent him some, but he became unusually violent.

interesting.

In fact, she didn't drink much, she just tasted it.

Because the wine warmer in front of him was always shaking, as if she had done something to him. His face was pale, and his neck and pure white silk had been stained red, soaked in the smell of wine, as if a sweet blood rain had fallen from the sky, drenching him like this.

It made her want to explore more.

Let this blood rain pour over his entire chest, cold and hot at the same time.

Tong Ruixiao took advantage of the break to secretly adjust his breathing, suppressing the heat in his body, and said, "It is only when a person has shame that he is a human being."

"is it?"

Jane Yan smiled and glanced at her quartz watch. It was already half past eleven.

She drank the wine in the goblet, pressed his lips and teeth and kissed him again, her fingers sliding down his neck and stopping at his tense waist.

She said secretly and teasingly, hinting at something, "Tong Ruixiao, I didn't know you were so sensitive before."

She spoke in a low voice, close to his ear, her breath was so hot that it made his eyelashes tremble.

Jane hated laughing.

From the first time he kissed her, she discovered that this man's body was even less romantic than his old-fashioned mind. His threshold to stimulation was too low, and he would react to any touch.

Too immature, totally inconsistent with his mature age.

"I……"

Tong Ruixiao's heart was pounding, her eyes were red and she couldn't speak.

The fire in his chest was about to burn through him, and the stinging pain in his wrist was the only thing that kept him conscious.

She reached out and lifted his chin, the same way those rich ladies did to their male waiters.

But I touched the little stubble on his chin.

He frowned unhappily, "It pricks my hand, I'll shave it clean next time."

He pursed his lips, apologetically: "Okay."

She then sneered, "Oh yeah, you're not a good kisser either, it's terrible."

Tong Ruixiao looked at her, but the teasing in her eyes made his blood boil. He held back his trembling breath and made himself look rational and serious, "It will be fine..."

"I learn quickly, as long as you teach me."

There was a hint of pleading in the tone.

His eyes seemed to seduce her into falling into depravity together.

Jane Yan liked to see him without glasses, as if he had removed a lot of hypocrisy, and looked at people without a smile, which made him less hypocritical. Only his lower eyelids, which were red due to the surge of emotions, were left, and she thought it was beautiful.

He is most attractive when he is vulnerable and loses his aggressiveness.

She listened to his words, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "I will teach you?"

"You said you would serve me, and now you want me to teach you how to kiss someone so that they feel good. Don't push your luck."

His pleasant voice was covered with a layer of hoarseness, "But I have no experience. I have only kissed you. If you don't teach me, I can't learn..."

The man looked at her with dark and deep eyes, which contained a heat source like a volcano.

Jane Yan stood up.

His tone was gentle, but with a matter-of-fact indifference, "Then go out and practice. If you can't get a good score on the test, practice with other papers. There are so many papers in the world, and you can practice with more than just real papers."

Facing Tong Ruixiao, who was just a marriage partner, she did not think that this person should remain loyal to a marriage of convenience, nor did she have the same obsessive possessiveness she had towards Si Yanchen before.

In that case, what he does has nothing to do with her.

Moreover, he wanted to serve her voluntarily, regardless of the method or process.

As long as the result makes her feel comfortable, it's fine.

Tong Ruixiao's lips trembled when he heard this, and anger flashed across his eyes, "Jian Yan! How could you do this!"

"What do you mean by going out to practice? Do you mean you want me to cheat on you too? Don't you think it's too much to say such things to me?"

His eyes were red with anger and he couldn't help shaking. His wrist was in pain from struggling to free himself, but it was not as painful as her words, which made his heart feel like it was immersed in an icy cold pond.

What real questions and what test papers!

What did she think of him?

What is he in her eyes?

Can someone be humiliated at will?

"Excessive?"

Jian Yan didn't expect him to react so strongly.

But the fact that he could say words of this degree showed that he was very angry.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that what she said was inappropriate.

Tong Ruixiao has a high sense of morality and does not accept the two parties in a marriage playing their own games. Her words just now were a humiliation to him.

This is not my original world, and the words that flashed through my mind are not suitable for the person in front of me.

What was taken for granted before will only become a mistake in front of him.

She suddenly had a headache, "Sorry, I was speechless for a moment."

Tong Ruixiao saw that she had a guilty look in her eyes. He clenched his teeth to calm his chest, suppressed his anger, and became much calmer: "Don't say such things again in the future. It's too hurtful."

He suppressed his heavy emotions so that he did not look so embarrassed.

Not only is one's feelings not discovered, but one is also insulted, which is ridiculous and pathetic.

"Don't be angry."