Dear Mr. Shi

I always keep out the cold when there is little talk, and I always either don't say it, or say it just like a sharp bayonet, and the tongue is extremely poisonous.

Song Qinghuan had known it a long time ago and had already developed the ability to resist pressure.

But at this moment, when she heard this, she still felt that the whole person was not good, and she was extremely ashamed and angry.

Can't help but struggle, but let Shi Yuhan hug her tighter, as if to rub her into the flesh and blood.

Song Qinghuan frowned in discomfort, feeling that she was about to suffocate.

She whimpered with a cry and flushed a small face, "What are you talking about? It's impossible, you let me go!"

When she was drunk and unconscious, she didn't know what happened to her and Shi Yuhan, but she believed that she would never be so unethical.

Shi Yuhan's big palm rubbed her abundance, and pushed up the clothes around her waist, easily exposing the skin inside.

"Impossible? Let go?" Shi Yuhan curled his lips and sneered unpredictably.

Immediately, he took possession of Song Qinghuan's lips and raged on her lips almost roughly.

The restlessness and restlessness that has been tolerated, like a beast in a cage, is looking for an exit everywhere.

The fiery tongue in her mouth is like attacking the city and plundering the pool, powerfully invading and plundering every taste in her mouth.

Song Qinghuan was particularly uncomfortable being disturbed by him, unable to move or breathe.

She felt that at this moment, she was like a fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered.

Shi Yuhan's kiss this time was different from the past. It was filled with too many depressed emotions and strong desires, which seemed to swallow her.

Song Qinghuan's brain was in chaos. Faced with such a seemingly unchanged expression, her face was expressionless, cold and indifferent, but in fact it was very scary to keep out the cold. Apart from fear, she had no other senses.

When his violently hot lips suddenly left him, Song Qinghuan seemed to catch a trace of life-saving straw, and hurriedly tried to stop him: "When you are protected from the cold, what are you going to do? You..."

Shi Yuhan's icy voice interrupted her simply: "Fuck you!"

Song Qinghuan was stunned for a while, then his face was full of embarrassment, shame, and anger. After flushing her face, her teeth trembled angrily, "You...huh!"

Before her voice came out, she was swallowed in Shi Yuhan's mouth.

Shi Yuhan was almost devastated again, biting her lips, turning all her words into whimpers.

Song Qinghuan struggled, desperately avoiding his kiss, but all his limbs were restrained and unable to move.

His lips and teeth were attached to each other, and his brutality had broken her lips.

The salty taste of blood spread in his mouth, and Song Qinghuan's facial features were all wrinkled due to pain.

The clothes and trousers made the sound of tearing fibers, and the clothes on the body were struggling, they were taken off, torn, torn...

In short, Song Qinghuan was not covered at all at this moment.

In the clothes removal room, her hands were free.

She tried to keep out the cold when she pushed away, but she didn't push him half a point.

Shi Yuhan's strength was so frightening that she clasped her hands and wrists again with one hand, and suddenly her whole body was lifted up with the other hand, and she squeezed strongly between her legs.

Lifting and separating, her legs were forced to wrap around his waist. Then he leaned over again and kissed hard.

Song Qinghuan was shocked to realize how dangerous his situation was when he was hit by a hard and hot object somewhere under him.