Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

That is to say...

Leaning over to touch the hot cheek of the little girl, Li Yuntang unbuttoned the shirt with his slender fingers, Yan Xiaye's slender and struggling figure was reflected in his black eyes.

"You go out."

"Yes, Second Master."

Yan Jiu gladly accepted the order, drove away the bodyguards of the Qin family with a cold face, and took his own people to guard outside the door to ensure the safety of the two people in the room.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Li Yuntang called her name in a low voice: "Xia Ye, do you still recognize who I am?"

Yan Xiaye's face was flushed, her white teeth were biting her lips, and she squinted her eyes trying to see the man who was close at hand.

However, the effect of the medicine made her pupils slack, and she stared at the man's handsome face without focus, unable to tell who the person in front of her was for a long time.

Suppressing her breath, she took a breath, and said the name she thought in her heart as thinly as a mosquito: "Li Yuntang..."

The more this kind of moment, the more she can understand who is the reliance that she never forgets in her heart.

Saying the man's name in a hoarse voice, Yan Xiaye's heart tightened slightly, followed by severe heartache.

She didn't know how powerful Li Beicheng injected her, but the effect was stronger than she expected, and even her memory was intermittent.

I only remember that Li Beicheng pressed down on her fiercely and tore her clothes...

After that, she didn't have any memory of what happened further.

Frowning and unwilling to think about it, Yan Xiaye took a deep breath, but his consciousness failed to recover.

The unspeakable desire made her involuntarily stretch out her hand towards the man beside her, her eyes were blurred and confused, her waist-length hair was drooping like seaweed, and the fine strands of hair on her forehead were soaked in sweat, like a depraved fairy.

Grasping the fleeting sanity, she raised her voice with difficulty, asking for help from the man in her heart: "Li Yuntang..."

"it's me."

The corners of the man's thin lips curled into a smile, and when he saw her scarred skin clearly, the smile in his dark pupils faded away, replaced by a chill of ice and snow.

If it weren't for the fact that Li Beicheng hadn't succeeded yet, he would never have just thrown him from the second floor.

Even so, for Li Beicheng to dare to seduce his woman, he must have realized the consequences.

No matter what he said, he was a man from the Li family, an elder from Li Beicheng, and he was especially ruthless when he taught his family a lesson. He could also be regarded as cleaning up the house for the Li family, so that the old man would not have to worry about it if he knew about it.

"……what?"

Yan Xiaye's ears were buzzing, and he stretched out his arms to grab the man's neck with great effort, his hot cheek pressed against the man's cold coat, and his mind regained a little bit of clarity.

Enjoying Yan Xiaye's proactive approach, Li Yuntang brushed away the broken hair covering her cheeks with her slender fingers, and was about to exchange a lingering kiss, but was gently pushed by someone in the next second.

That force is not so much a resistance as a desire to resist.

"Xia Ye, don't you like me touching you?" With deep eyes staring at the extremely attractive little woman in his arms, Li Yuntang's sexy Adam's apple moved up and down, and he pulled her into his arms domineeringly, and said in an ambiguous voice : "Tell me, do you remember who I am?"

The heat on her body was not relieved by touching the man, and the invisible flame in her body burned even more vigorously.

Yan Xiaye was sweating profusely, "No..."

"why not?"

"I don't want you..."

Li Yuntang stopped kissing her, and stared at her dangerously.

No man likes to be rejected at the moment of passion, what's more, the one who rejects him is the woman he likes in his heart.

As a small punishment for her, he slowed down his methods of teasing her, insisting on forcing her to beg for mercy: "If it wasn't me, who would it be?"

"Li Yuntang..."

Whispering the name that repeatedly appeared in his heart, Yan Xiaye was so panicked that he was about to cry, and whispered with red eyes: "Where is he, I want to see him."

"Just to meet?"

"..."

Such a straightforward question was beyond Yan Xiaye's tolerance.

However, driven by the power of the medicine, it was difficult for her to maintain her usual rationality, and she replied in a daze, "No, I want him."

"Huh?" Li Yuntang was satisfied, and the smile on the corner of his lips was a rare evil, "What do you want him to do?"

While speaking, he kept moving his hands, trying to make the nervous little woman gradually familiar with his touch.

"I want him..." Yan Xiaye was at a loss for what to do with the successive questions. He frowned very hard, and after thinking for a moment, he said dully, "Kiss me."

Those two simple words had the effect of adding fuel to the fire.

The man's deep and magnetic laughter is heartbreaking, "As you wish, my summer night."

In the next second, he sealed it with a domineering kiss, clutching her slender wrist with one hand, his strength and expression were diametrically opposite gentleness.

Suddenly being treated like this, Yan Xiaye's medicinal properties immediately found a way to vent, prompting her to cater to the man's kiss.

The distance between the two was so close that she could easily smell the cool and delicate fragrance unique to the man.

The hanging heart was put back in place at this moment, replaced by indescribable peace of mind.

In the eyes of outsiders, it might just be that she couldn't resist the effects of the medicine and gave up struggling involuntarily.

Only Li Yuntang knew that at the moment of kissing, he tasted the sweet taste of blood in her mouth.

The darkness in his eyes instantly sank to the extreme, and he regretted that he found out too late.

Otherwise, she didn't need to try her best to delay the onset of the drug's effect by hurting herself.

However, because of this, Li Beicheng failed to get what she wanted in the end, and her struggle was meaningful.

"Sorry, Xia Ye."

After the kiss was over, he gently wiped away the blood left by her biting her lip with calloused fingertips, "I was late."

Yan Xiaye looked at him in bewilderment, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying, her black and white eyes sparkled, silently asking for more.

How could Li Yuntang refuse this invisible temptation?
Pulling off the quilt to cover the two of them, he couldn't help but hug her into his arms.

In a blink of an eye, the night passed.

When the morning light pierced the darkness of the night, Yan Xiaye opened his eyes with pain all over his body, and subconsciously cried out in pain.

But the hoarseness of her voice was beyond her expectation, so that she was stunned for a moment, unable to remember exactly what happened last night.

"Xia Ye, good morning."

Looking sideways at her ignorant little face, Li Yuntang sat beside her with his arms propped up, admiring her flustered expression in his spare time.

The quilt slipped from him, and the fatal charm was self-evident.

"you you you……"

Yan Xiaye turned to look at him in astonishment, "Last night we..."