Dear Mr. Shi

When Shi Yuhan returned, Song Qinghuan was holding a sea bowl and sitting at the table eating egg fried rice. Seeing Shi Yuhan came back, he glanced at him indifferently, and started to eat.

This was the first time for Shi Yuhan. Seeing Song Qinghuan eating so wolves as if he was reborn as a starving ghost, he bulged his mouth with big mouthfuls, and in a few minutes, he killed the sea bowl of fried rice with eggs.

"Song Qinghuan, you won't leave me any," he complained softly.

After finishing the meal, Song Qinghuan didn't want to pay attention to Shi Yuhan's intention. Looking at the empty bowl, he tilted his head, as if thinking that maybe her belly could still be filled with a bowl.

"Huan'er, I'm also hungry, go make it for me." Shi Yuhan's tone suddenly softened.

Song Qinghuan still ignored him, did not look at him, and slowly stood up, seeming to want to leave.

But when she raised her eyes, her lips were kissed.

Shi Yuhan's body straddled the table, and his hands were firmly framed on the back of her head, forcing her head to lean up, accepting his passionate kiss.

"Yeah~" Song Qinghuan was impatient, stretched out his hand to push him, but didn't move.

Across the table, it seemed that it was not so good. Shi Yuhan lightly opened her up and wanted to move to Song Qinghuan's side.

Song Qinghuan took this opportunity to leave, staying away from Shi Yuhan, but when she turned around, Shi Yuhan grabbed her and sat down on the dining table.

It was useless to struggle for a while, after which Song Qinghuan stopped struggling, just stared at Shi Yuhan.

Holding her against the cold, his eyes were as deep as the deep sea, and his hands unscrupulously reached into Shi's cold-proof clothes, and his palms pressed tightly against her back a little bit upward.

Feeling his hand becoming more and more presumptuous, Song Qinghuan shouted angrily: "Let go of me, bastard."

"Are you angry?" Shi Yuhan looked at her, his scorching eyes hidden evil.

Song Qinghuan snorted coldly, and arrogantly turned the beginning: "What is it, I am tired of you, don't bother me, and if there are more women who like you, you can find someone else."

The tip of Shi Yuhan's tongue curled her earlobe and sucked it lightly, muttering softly: "You are not so angry, how much do you love me..."

Song Qinghuan trembled, subconsciously trying to break free: "Less nausea."

"Don't worry, little vinegar bag." His voice was like the most extreme sigh.

Don't worry, who is the vinegar bag? I really can't stand this arrogant man. Song Qinghuan was very angry, biting his shoulder with his teeth.

The bite is very deep, but it doesn't hurt to keep away from the cold.

When Xu saw him letting go, Shi Yuhan said helplessly, "Huan'er, you are really not a lovely woman."

Song Qinghuan finally let go of her mouth and said sourly: "Yes, I'm just not cute, go to the lovely woman in your heart, let me go..."

The answer to her was a kiss from the cold and predatory style. With a gentle pull, he pulled away from her and also released his own. He held her waist and buried himself deeply. Into her body, just above the dining table...

Song Qinghuan was surprised and wanted to struggle, and then greeted him with a wave of extremely fast-paced impacts.

The deep, heavy and heavy movements made Song Qinghuan's body begin to tremble non-stop.

While he was domineering and possessing, he kept talking.

He said, "Song Qinghuan, I haven't touched any woman except you."

He said: "Song Qinghuan, when I smiled at her, the person I imagined was you."

He said: "You are not sexy, not beautiful, and have no skill, but I like to be in your body, so comfortable, so cool, are you cool?"

When people became more and more shy, Song Qinghuan cursed in a low voice, "Shi Yuhan, you bastard, can you shut up!"

He said: "No!"

(PS: The warmth of the Chinese New Year is king, isn't it? Haha... I wish you all a happy New Year's Eve, good food and drink, happy heart, sweetness, and happiness!!)