After I died, the male supporting characters all turned black and went crazy

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

God knows how uncomfortable it is to be under the heat of a stove in the temperature of over 20 degrees.

Song Qi lowered his head and looked at her with a puzzled expression. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and pressed them over her head, while the fingertips of the other hand gently stroked the skin on her neck.

The movement was gentle, but it made Su Ping tremble inexplicably.

The fingertips were so hot that they seemed to penetrate her skin and pinch her bones.

She couldn't help but hold her breath and watch his every move.

She watched as his hand slowly moved down from her neck, passed her collarbone, and finally went around to the back, stroking the back of her neck again and again.

"I can do that, too. Why don't you try me, Senior?"

Su Ping didn't quite hear what he said, and her eyes widened in confusion: "What did you just say?"

But in response to her, Song Qi suddenly lowered his head and bit her neck.

His teeth bit her hard enough that it hurt.

At the same time, his tongue licked the skin on her neck again and again as if marking his sovereignty.

It made her shudder.

Song Qi seemed a little unwell today, and Su Ping felt that it wasn't entirely because of the illness or fever.

Suddenly her expression changed and she realized why he was like this.

Is it because he saw those hickeys on his neck?

With revenge, Song Qi licked and bit the tender flesh on her neck bit by bit, completely ignoring her attempts to dodge to the side.

He wouldn't allow other men to leave marks on this place!

As I chewed it, the taste gradually changed.

Su Ping felt that his body temperature seemed to have risen again, and the hand that was holding her wrist was so hot that it hurt her a little.

When Su Ping felt another hot hand groping up her skirt, her body suddenly tensed up.

I quickly stopped him: "What are you doing?"

Song Qi raised his head slightly, his eyes full of meaning: "Of course, I want to see if there are any other red marks on Senior Sister's body..."

Thinking of his behavior just now, Su Ping felt inexplicably guilty.

If there were any other places, would he have to bite and cover them all like he did just now?

Thinking of this, she twisted and struggled uneasily: "No, that's on my neck..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Song Qi.

He raised his eyes and looked back at her face. Although she was smiling, it was inexplicably frightening.

"Senior, are you going to say that you pinched yourself? Or that it was a mosquito bite?"

Again? What does this mean?

Su Ping was stunned and blinked, wondering why he knew what she wanted to say.

Seeing her expression of seeing a ghost, the smile in Song Qi's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by suspicion.

At the same time, it also verified my own guess.

If she refuses to check herself like this, there must be more than just marks on her neck.

Thinking of this, he felt as if his chest was being tightly grasped by an unknown big hand, making it difficult for him to breathe and he urgently needed to vent.

By the time Su Ping reacted, Song Qi had already turned her body over.

Because the black tight skirt was elastic, with just a slight pull, most of her shoulders were exposed.

The fair skin was also covered with dense kiss marks, which made Song Qi's blood pressure soar.

Who is that man? How dare he do that?

Su Ping thought to herself that something was wrong, but before she could react, Song Qi's lips had already landed on her shoulder.

He bit and licked it in the same way, as if he wanted to completely replace the marks on it with his own.

Because she was facing away from him, Su Ping could sensitively feel his tongue touching her shoulder again and again.

I could even feel his lips moving down my back in real time.

Finally, rest on her shoulder blades.

After feeling her tremble, Song Qi narrowed his eyes, as if he had found something interesting.

Although the shoulder blade in front of him was white and beautiful without any trace of ambiguity, it did not prevent him from leaving his own mark on it.

Su Ping complained bitterly, feeling that he was torturing her on purpose.

Didn't he have a fever? Why was he still so strong?

Until the neckline of the skirt was stripped down to the point where it couldn't be stripped down any further, Song Qi began to feel annoyed.

He sat up, grabbed her wrist and flipped her over again.

Su Ping felt like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. When she felt his gaze fall on her collarbone, her scalp suddenly went numb.

The drunken memories of last night with Tu Hengchuan gradually flooded into her mind. She naturally knew that there must be a lot of marks left on her chest.

She couldn't even touch it when she woke up this morning.

Seeing that her eyes were blank and she seemed to be thinking about something, Song Qi's rationality began to fade away bit by bit.

He pinched her chin and forced her to look at him.

"What are you thinking about? Is that man from last night so worthy of your memory?"

After being put in such a big hat, Su Ping opened her mouth to explain, but was silenced by a kiss from him.

As if punishing her for her distraction, Song Qi's actions were not gentle, and even a bit cruel.

He wanted her to remember only him in the future.

Perhaps because of the fever, he was bolder than usual and did not intend to suppress his emotions.

She could only be his.

Su Ping was so dizzy from the kiss that she couldn't utter a single complete byte.

But he had her wrists pinned above her head, and no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

Perhaps the medicine had taken effect a little bit, as Song Qi was kissing, he suddenly felt his head getting dizzy and his eyelids were about to close.

But no!

He kissed Su Ping even more fiercely, as if he wanted to merge their lips into one.

After a while, Su Ping tasted the smell of rust.

Did the dog Song Qi bite her?

Su Ping felt around, but didn't feel any pain in his mouth. Could it be...

She widened her eyes in disbelief, looking at Song Qi who bit his lips but was unwilling to let go of her while they were immersed in the kiss, thinking that he was simply crazy!

The pain on his lips gradually cleared his mind. While his lips and tongue were entangled with hers, his hand also moved up her thigh little by little.

He reached in from the hem of her skirt.

The skirt she was wearing was tight, outlining her graceful figure.

He even had a different feeling, and suddenly he was not so anxious to take off his skirt.

Although he knew it was daytime, as the clamor in his heart grew louder and louder, he suddenly wanted to ignore it for once.

After all, he is sick with a fever, his mind is confused, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

As his hand pinched the soft flesh on her waist, Su Ping couldn't help but moan.