Dear Mr. Shi

Thinking of the bathroom door being opened, Song Qinghuan hurriedly closed his eyes again, his heart beating for no apparent reason.

Although she closed her eyes, she could still feel a dark shadow, leaning towards the direction of the bed, and the fragrance after the bath floated along with it.

But after that, suddenly nothing happened.

Could it be that he has already left and entered her bedroom tonight because he wanted to get something wrong? After all, there are some of his things here.

Song Qinghuan thought about it, slowly opened his eyes, and then met a pair of lazy and evil eyes.

Shi Yuhan was wearing a bathrobe with an indifferent expression, and sat down by the bed: "Why? Don't you continue to pretend to sleep?"

Song Qinghuan moved her body to the side as much as possible, and turned her head to the side, curling her lips and not paying attention to her.

Shi Yuhan didn't speak either, just took his cell phone, dialed a number, and turned on the hands-free.

After a while, a cold mechanical female voice came from the hands-free: "Sorry, the number you dialed is empty. Please check before dialing."

Song Qinghuan, who was at the beginning, was stunned for a few seconds to realize that Shi Yuhan, he, he doesn't know how now, is he dialing her number?

It looks like she has put his number into the blacklist, and then the voice of her blacklist setting is that the number you dialed is an empty number...

Shi Yuhan looked at her with indifferent eyes, but Song Qinghuan shuddered in the deepest part of her heart.

"Don't take my number out of the blacklist." Shi Yuhan's casual tone, as if saying good morning, noon and good evening.

It could be heard in Song Qinghuan's ears, but it was cold.

She moved slowly and sat up from the bed, then reached out and touched the phone on the other side of the bedside table. While sneaking at Shi Yuhan, she opened the blacklist and deleted the only number in it, that is, Shi Yuhan's number. .

During the whole process, Shi Yuhan watched coldly, with the cold arrogance of a powerful king on his handsome face.

Song Qinghuan cried out: "It's deleted, then... can you go now?"

Shi Yuhan: "..."

Yuhan didn't react for a long time when he saw Yuhan, and didn't seem to have any intention of getting up. Song Qinghuan glared at him and said, "Anno and Han Qianqian have both gone back today. We don't need to act."

The corners of Shi Yuhan's lips raised slightly, and a few traces of playfulness flowed in the deep and gloomy black eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and hooked his fingers towards Song Qinghuan, motioning her to come closer.

Song Qinghuan looked at her guardedly, thinking for a while or leaning over.

As soon as she leaned forward, Shi Yuhan grabbed her arm, and then pulled her forcefully, trapping her in her arms, and grabbing her lips and tongue.

He kissed domineeringly, and thirsty, as if he was going to swallow her whole.

Song Qinghuan was taken aback, staring at her wide eyes, full of panic, and struggling after a slight daze, but when she wanted to push away from the cold, it was almost as if a praying man's arm was working as a car, and she was powerless.

She choked with a whimper, slammed her powder fist on him, but was easily resolved by him.

Shi Yuhan squeezed her wrists, and then pressed her on the bed. His dull voice faintly yelled, "Song Qinghuan."

Song Qinghuan looked at him in panic, her delicate body trembled under him, and then continued to struggle.

Shi Yuhan's eyes were gloomy, cold warning, and the force that the pincers pressed against her was not reduced, "I move again, I will want you immediately."

(Ps: Tonight is over, good night everyone, good dreams. Finally, let’s announce yesterday’s lucky readers, [☆]锦倾*ねい)