in love with abusive writer

Under Han Yifei's naked and fiery gaze, Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was slightly drunk, was not to be outdone and looked directly at her.

"Tonight's sashimi smells great, what do you think?"

"I also think it's too extravagant to eat out, it's rare to eat..."

"To tell you the truth, I only pick expensive ones today, I'm afraid I've eaten this much." As he spoke, the man pointed out four fingers.

Someone came over, and the footsteps approached. Han Yifei quickly dragged Cheng Xiaoxiao into the toilet cubicle. She didn't want to be seen by people in the company arguing with Cheng Xiaoxiao, which would cause a lot of gossip behind her back.Because it is a high-end hotel in H City, the toilet is cleaned very clean and there is almost no peculiar smell, and the toilet seat is so clean that there is no trace of dust.

The two of them squeezed into this small compartment like this, not daring to make any noise, let alone breathing loudly.

After a while, the two men came in, and one of them went to a compartment.At this moment, the door of Han Yifei's cubicle was pushed hard, and Han Yifei's heart was almost in his throat at that moment.

The man turned the door and saw that it couldn't be pushed open, "Strange, is anyone there?" Then he muttered and walked away to the next door.

Han Yifei looked away, facing Cheng Xiaoxiao's face. She lowered her head and didn't look at her. The hot air in her breath lingered around Han Yifei's neck, which was hot and itchy, and there was a sweet smell of brandy mixed with fruit juice. She looked down and found that Cheng Xiaoxiao's eyelashes were very long and curled up, and the tip of her nose was small and delicate. When she looked down, her red lips were full and she was breathing slightly open. Fan feeling.

In the small space, the two were crowded together, making it difficult to move. Cheng Xiaoxiao's wrist was still held by Han Yifei. She pulled her hand away forcefully to remind her that it was inevitable that she would encounter extremely embarrassing situations during the struggle.At that time, Han Yifei was wearing a high-end custom-made low-cut dress, and there was almost an intimate skin-to-skin contact. Her body couldn't help but stiffen, and the fire couldn't be restrained anymore. Cheng Xiaoxiao, you forced me.

Han Yifei held the back of her head with one hand and blocked her lips. Cheng Xiaoxiao wanted to struggle subconsciously, but she heard her colleagues chatting outside and didn't want to make a fuss, so she held herself back. Maybe it was the effect of alcohol or maybe the current atmosphere was too strong. It's ambiguous, even Cheng Xiaoxiao herself can't tell whether she likes it or hates it. Frankly speaking, the element of acceptance is greater than the element of rejection.

"Hey, which series of Dior lipsticks did you buy? Why are they so moist?"

"..."

The two women who came in just now had gone to the toilet together and were chatting in front of the sink to touch up their makeup. At the same time, the two of them in a certain toilet cubicle were flirting flirtatiously.

Han Yifei tasted the soft red lips carefully, and began to move her hands up and down. Cheng Xiaoxiao tried her best not to let herself make a sound. God knows what she is doing at this moment, but she can't control so much.

"Let's go, let's go out."

"..."

The two fought in the cubicle for a long time, forgetting themselves very much. At the end, each of them looked messy and left the bathroom one after another. Cheng Xiaoxiao stood in front of the sink, took out the touch-up tool from the bag, and reapplied herself. She put on lipstick, buttoned her corset, and tidied up her clothes before going out.

By this time, she was eight percent sober.

Looking at herself in the mirror, who looked like she had just indulged in sex, Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but hit her forehead with her fist, what are you thinking, how can you do that kind of thing.

But... when the incident happened, she didn't feel so resisted, instead, she enjoyed it more?

After the dinner was over, everyone left after drinking and eating. Cheng Xiaoxiao stood on the side of the road with her arms folded and waited for the car. There were two beeps behind her, the sound of the car unlocking. Cheng Xiaoxiao glanced back subconsciously.

Han Yifei came out with a bag and a coat on her shoulders, walked up to her and stopped, her eyes were indeed looking straight ahead, but she said to her, "I don't mind giving you a ride."

"No need." Cheng Xiaoxiao weighed his feet to see if there was a taxi coming.

Han Yifei smiled softly, full of anger, looked down at the watch on her wrist, "It's already midnight, it's hard to get a taxi."

"I don't want to bother the manager with this little matter." Just as Cheng Xiaoxiao finished speaking, a taxi came across, and she hurried over to stop it, and quickly got into the car and closed the door, all in one go.

Han Yifei shook her head, and Gu Zi got into her car parked on the side of the road. Recalling what happened at night, she felt very dramatic, like a dream, but it felt so real, and then she shook her head helplessly. It's an extremely complicated laugh.

The lights and shadows outside the window alternated between reality and reality, quickly passing by in front of the eyes, the dim street lights on the street were endless, and it was midnight, there were few vehicles and pedestrians on the street, and it seemed to have entered another imaginary world in a trance.

Cheng Xiaoxiao leaned her head against the window, her eyes unblinking, she was in a daze, and she didn't know what was going on in her mind.