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

In the changing room.

Tong Ruixiao stood behind her, holding two silk ribbons in his hands, and threading them across her back again.

Lower your eyes and tie it carefully.

Her delicate skin showed a warm white color under the light, and the few strands of hair on her slender neck were not rolled up, slightly messy. The protruding butterfly bones itched and shrank as he shuttled the ribbon, vaguely emerging, like a swaying wine, asking him to kiss it.

If you kiss...

The movements of his hands stopped at some point, and his eyes became dim unconsciously.

Can...

The black satin draped over the back of the hand with distinct blue veins and well-defined bones stayed there for a long time, looking inexplicably sexy.

"What's wrong? Is it tied?"

Jian Yan felt that he had not moved for a long time. She touched her neck and found there was no silk ribbon. She felt puzzled.

The next moment, I felt a hot breath on the back of my neck, followed by a soft touch.

"what are you doing?"

He suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind, hugging her tightly, his hot breath spraying on her neck. He threw away his usual restraint and kissed the back of her neck like a drug addict.

There is no order at all.

There is no sense at all.

Jian Yan felt hot and itchy from his kiss. She wanted to break free, but was surprised to feel his arms tightly restraining her.

Tong Ruixiao was always sober-minded, calm and restrained. He wouldn't do such an outrageous thing even at home, let alone at a banquet. What happened to him?

I felt the hot kiss gradually moving down, with greed and desire, reaching the butterfly bone and leaving a shallow mark.

The man completely embraced her in his arms, his palms pressed against her arms, clenching them tightly, absorbing the coolness of her body.

The sound of hungry swallowing came from behind her, accompanied by the breath spraying on her back, making her lower back numb.

Seeing the silk ribbon slipping off quickly, the back of the skirt was about to be loosened by him...

Jian Yan finally stopped struggling. She frowned and scolded: "Tong Ruixiao, what do you want to do!"

The man suddenly regained consciousness and his eyes became clear. He froze for a moment, realized what he was doing, and suddenly let her go.

He took a step back, his voice already hoarse: "I'm sorry... I..."

Frightened by his own hoarse voice, he immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.

He tied the ribbon around her in a hurry.

After tying it, he immediately backed away, as if being chased by a wolf, putting some distance between them.

Jian Yan touched the bow tied at the back of her neck, turned around and frowned at him.

"Are you crazy?"

He could only apologize, unable to find any excuse for his loss of reason: "I'm sorry."

Jian Yan was too familiar with his eyes at this moment, dark and turbid. He was suppressing his emotions extremely and hoping to regain his rationality, but deep in his eyes was burning with strong desire.

The hunger in him was too easy to detect, because it was not only desire, but also a mixture of other complex emotions.

He's not like this normally, and only shows this expression when he's kissing her, so it's particularly obvious.

It’s just that he was mostly restrained in the past, not as outrageous as he is today.

She really suspected that she had not been on the run for those two months, but had slept with him endlessly, leaving him with physical memories. Otherwise, why would he react when he touched her close now?

Such occasions can arouse charming thoughts...

Jian Yan adjusted her skirt, cursed in her heart, threw him aside, and walked out of the fitting room.

After the banquet, the driver took them back to the villa.

In the car.

Jian Yan crossed her arms and glanced at the man sitting next to her: "You can go crazy like this at a banquet. You have been alone for so many years? Don't you have a lover?"

How is it possible that he has such a strong demand and yet keeps himself clean...

It is normal for a woman like Si Yanchen to be like clothes.

Tong Ruixiao's heart sank when he heard her sarcastic tone. It was like falling from a building more than ten stories high. His body couldn't help but feel cold and his face turned pale.

Because he felt wronged by being questioned and not trusted, he gritted his teeth and his lips trembled: "No!"

"You can suspect other things, but you can't suspect that my private life is chaotic!"

He was almost incoherent under her cold scrutiny.

There were waves of grievance in my heart, and it felt like there was a puppy sitting in the rain, crying sadly.

The feeling of being suspected and unable to prove one's innocence is too painful.

Jian Yan stared at him for a while, then suddenly relaxed his frown, but his opinion remained unchanged: "Okay."

"You do not trust me?"

"letter."

"Your expression clearly shows disbelief!"

"Okay, then I don't believe it." Jian Yan looked at the night view outside the car window and calmly did not continue to refute.

The man was also trembling, his body tensed, his lips pursed into a straight line.

After not hearing him say a word for a long time, Jian Yan turned around.

I saw that his eyelashes were drooping and he was silent.

The lower eyelid covered by the lens is slightly red, and the teardrop mole at the end of the eye looks crystal clear as if there are tears, but it is not obvious.

If his hair had not been combed neatly on the side, revealing his smooth forehead and clear eyebrows, she might not have noticed.

Jian Yan frowned.

Considering his age and personality, he can be described as mature and steady, and he does things very calmly. How could he be made to cry by her?

"what happened?"

She reached out to touch the corner of his eye, but he turned his head away.

I coaxed him softly, "Okay, I believe you, isn't that enough?"

Still didn't speak, nor did he look at her.

Seeing that he wouldn't give in to her soft words, Jian Yan resorted to hard tactics. She lifted his chin and forced him to turn his head, still speaking in a tough tone: "Don't lose your temper."

But after seeing his red eyes, I still felt a little bit sorry for him.

Soften the tone again:

"It's because what you did today was too outrageous that I made this association."

Tong Ruixiao listened, staring at her with his peach blossom eyes for a long time.

Just when she thought he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, he looked away again and swallowed the words that were about to come to his lips.

She was a little discouraged.

He usually looks gentle and calm, and seems to be able to think things through easily, but I didn't expect that he would have such a bad temper when he was drinking and sulking!

There was no other choice, so she pinched his jaw and leaned in to kiss him.

The other person's eyes widened.

After kissing for a while, she left his lips, which seemed to still have the taste of red wine. He drank the wine, which was very sweet.

Pressing the red corners of his eyes with her thumb, she threatened in a low voice: "Are you still not talking?"

However, she didn't expect that he was a lamb to be slaughtered one second ago, and the next moment he held her down, turned defense into offense, pinched her waist and prevented her from breaking free.

Vent out all the frustration of being questioned.

Jian Yan's breathing was rapid. She leaned back against the leather seat in the car. He pressed her down and kissed her. But she smiled half-heartedly, "It seems like you drank a lot tonight..."

They both couldn't bear the kiss any more, so he stopped.

His nose was pressed against her hair, his cheek was against her ear, and the sound of her breathing and heartbeat was clear. His voice was very soft: "I only drank a little, I'm not drunk."

"How can I cry if I'm not drunk?" She curled her lips.