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Chapter 32

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    Song Xiaolan didn't really want to sleep with her, but there was always a desire to play games in his heart, wanting to see how "bad" she could be.  After entering the house, he didn't push Zhao Yi away and let her hug her.

    Opposite the shoe cabinet in Zhao Yi's house is a window. The sunlight casts through the glass and shines on Song Xiaolan's side face, adding a layer of halo to the outline of his side face.

    nice.

    Zhao Yi couldn't help smiling, and couldn't help opening her mouth.

    "nice."

    Song Xiaolan was a little shy, her ears were slightly red, and her clear voice was very low, "How beautiful is it?"

    Zhao Yi said that good-looking is good-looking, no reason is needed.

    In the face of beauty, is there any reason to stay still?

    Zhao Yi really wanted to sleep with him, since this is what she was talking about, she would cover up the light in her heart, simply follow the physical relationship, owe no one to anyone, come and go easily.

    She hooked his neck, her eyes hooked him.

    "Do you want to take a bath?"

    There seemed to be a net woven with desire in her eyes, and it caught Song Xiaolan's heart just like that.

    Song Xiaolan is the orchid in the deep valley, and she can't stand this kind of temptation.  What's more, he is a young man, so the heat on his body can't be cooled anymore.

    "good."

    Song Xiaolan wanted to let go of Zhao Yi, but Zhao Yi had no intention of getting off him.

    Song Xiaolan frowned, looking at her with clear eyes, waiting for her to let go.

    The wind of early summer bypasses the window screens and blows into the house, coupled with the unique coolness of the old house, the air is filled with the smell of red dust brought by old materials.

    Zhao Yi was wearing a hip-wrapping skirt and a silk shirt, and the body temperature was transmitted to Song Xiaolan through the thin material.

    Song Xiaolan suppressed her anger, turned her eyes away, and gently pushed her away.

    "A little hot."

    Zhao Yi was not willing to let him go, her hot body pressed against him again, her eyes blurred: "Where is the heat?" She said and grabbed him.

    This bad woman is poison.

    Song Xiaolan frowned. He overestimated his endurance and underestimated Zhao Yi's stubbornness.

    "Huh? Where is it hot?"

    The voice was as charming as silk, and it couldn't be stopped, and it penetrated into Song Xiaolan's heart.

    Song Xiaolan had no choice but to surrender, holding her waist tightly with one hand, and their bodies fit closer together. He leaned over to enclose her lips, and didn't let her speak anymore.

    *

    When Song Xiaolan kissed Zhao Yi, her heart beat very fast. At first it was a cautious temptation, and then it was violent.

    Zhao Yi likes to bite people, and it hurts Song Xiaolan.

    Song Xiaolan stopped, looked at her for a while, and asked her, "Why did you bite me?"

    How does this make Zhao Yi answer?  Just some hobbies.  But since he asked the question so seriously, she answered it carefully.

    "like."

    Song Xiaolan looked at her, her heart was beating fast, but her expression was still calm: "Really?"

    He wanted to ask. There were too many rumors about Zhao Yi in the circle, and there were too many baskets to fill them all.  She has financial backers and provokes actors, how does he know if he is the same as those actors?

    He wanted to ask because he wanted to monopolize the woman in front of him.

    The love of a young boy is always like a storm, trying to sweep everything away in an instant.

    Zhao Yi pulled his hand over and put it on his heart: "You can tell the difference yourself."

    Song Xiaolan felt her body temperature in her palm, the soft touch was like an electric shock, numb and psychedelic.

    He closed his eyes and held her in his arms.

    *

    Aunt Zhang came, knocked on the door, and called Xiao Zhao.

    Song Xiaolan let go of Zhao Yi, the two tidied up their clothes, Zhao Yi opened the door, and Song Xiaolan stood behind her.

    Aunt Zhang walked in with a bag of things and put the things on the dining table.

    "Xiao Zhao, I stewed chicken soup when I went out this morning, and I smelled the aroma as soon as I got home."

    "Come on, here you are, I just saw that you looked very bad when I was downstairs, so I just give you a fix!"

    Zhao Yi doesn't like to drink soup, but it's hard to give up the hospitality.

    "Thank you, Aunt Zhang, I'm so embarrassed, I want you to bring it up for me yourself."

    Aunt Zhang: "It's okay, there are a few side dishes in it, Auntie and I made them myself, you can eat them while they are hot!"

    "Oh, how about I heat it up for you, you don't know anything about kitchen work."

    After the old man said these words, he found out that there was a man in Zhao Yi's family.

    Song Xiaolan can't hideYes, sitting or not, standing beside Zhao Yi, watching the two talk with a slight smile.

    Aunt Zhang is also someone who has seen the world, "Oh, Xiao Zhao, do you have guests?"

    Zhao Yi's eyebrows and eyes were flat: "My brother."

    Song Xiaolan's eyebrows tightened.

    Aunt Zhang put away the speculation that had just arisen in her heart again, and smiled to leave: "Oh, if you have guests, then I won't bother you."

    Zhao Yi didn't want to explain either, and there was nothing to explain.  She took a bottle of good foreign wine from the refrigerator and handed it to Aunt Zhang.

    "My uncle likes to drink, doesn't he? I've given up drinking now, and I'm putting it away. You can give it to my uncle."

    This woman didn't even bat an eye when she lied.  Asking her to quit drinking is worse than killing her.

    Aunt Zhang accepted the gift with a smile, and looked at Song Xiaolan a few more times before leaving.

    *

    As soon as Aunt Zhang left, Song Xiaolan's face became clear again.

    "younger brother?"

    "Otherwise, who are you?"

    Song Xiaolan frowned, and pulled her into her arms with fire in her eyes: "Can my brother hug you like this?"

    Zhao Yi rolled her eyes and met his gaze.  She thought he just wanted to sleep with her, but now it seems that he is not.  In this way, she felt that she had misunderstood him just now, which was shameless.

    Zhao Yi smiled slightly: "Oh, let me go first, the soup will be cold after a while, and it won't taste good."

    Song Xiaolan didn't let her go, the strength in his hands increased, and he hugged her even tighter, his breath against her forehead.

    "Am I not tasty?"

    These words were like an aphrodisiac, which almost made Zhao Yi lose his mind.  She has been abstinent for many years, and the turmoil in her heart is no less than that of the young man in front of her.

    But she knew that Song Xiaolan was playing for real.

    The beam of light that almost disappeared just now has returned.

    Then there will be a long time to come, won't it?

    Zhao Yi tried very hard to regain consciousness, raised her eyes to look back at Song Xiaolan, with all kinds of amorous feelings in her eyes, and said two words softly and in a low voice.

    "Too tender."

    Song Xiaolan is a man, these two words directly pushed him into the fire pit of desire, his eyes had long been blurred, and his breathing became short of breath.

    He leaned over to enclose her lips, slid his hand down, supported her thigh, and lifted her up. The bear hugged her and turned around and entered the room.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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