Pamper!Mr. Shang threw himself into a trap for love

Throw your phone on the low table casually.

Jiang Yun stepped to the door.

She opened the door and leaned against the door frame, teasing:

"Military important place, Mr. Shang came to knock on the door at night, it's not in line..." Let's go by the rules.

Before finishing a sentence, a pair of dark and intense eyes met in the next second.

The words on her lips stopped abruptly, and Jiang Yun raised her head to look at the person in front of her.

Shang Yan stood under the dim light in the corridor, wearing only a casual sweater, and his normally combed back hair just casually fell on his forehead.

A dim light and shadow fell from the top of his head, and the man's lowered eyes and deep pupils were faintly glowing with light waves.

Perhaps it was because his back was facing the light, his whole person seemed to have an unprecedented sense of gloom.

Jiang Yun raised her eyes and looked at him, with a little confusion in her eyes.

The first feeling is that something is wrong with Shang Yan tonight.

The two looked at each other, and Shang Yan stared closely at Jiang Yun's three-dimensional and bright face, as if he had a thousand words to say.

In the end, it only turned into a helpless low sigh: "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Did he call?

Jiang Yun held the door, and explained after hearing the words: "I was taking a shower just now, so I didn't hear it."

After finishing speaking, I saw Shang Yan raised his eyes, his eyes fixed on her mobile phone which was still on on the sofa.

Jiang Yun followed and looked back, seeing the cell phone lying on the sofa, embarrassment flashed across her eyes.

There is an indescribable helplessness.

With a light cough, she tried to explain: "I just got out of the shower and haven't seen your phone yet."

After saying this, she turned to stare at Shang Yan.

But he pursed his lips and looked away.

Jiang Yun raised her eyebrows.

Believe it or not.

Just about to explain one more sentence, Shang Yan fixed his eyes on her face.

His tall and straight body just stood by the door, his figure enveloping her completely.

"Mu Yu came to look for you?" When Mu Yu was mentioned, his expression was calm, except for the unseen emotions in the depths of his pupils surging.

He also said he didn't care.

Jiang Yun crossed her arms and looked at him like this: "Are you jealous?"

Shang Yan shook his head: "No."

But he said again: "Were you comrades who fought side by side when you were at the border?"

"Probably." Jiang Yun complained inwardly, some people said they were not jealous, but they cared about every sentence.

At the same time, he said casually: "The border environment is complicated. On the battlefield, the only people who can give each other their backs are comrades in arms."

When she spoke, she stared into Shang Yan's eyes.

Seeing that his pupil color sank visibly to the naked eye.

Immediately thought it was fun to tease him.

Shang Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, his face was calm: "Really."

Just two people, speaking from his mouth, their voices were stained with obscure and hoarse voices, but there was an unspeakable danger.

Jiang Yun nodded and looked at him with a smile: "However, not everyone is called a comrade-in-arms, and it is worth entrusting your back."

She looked at him through the door, and explained solemnly: "Like Qin Qu, they are comrades who live and die together."

"As for Mu Yu, who used to be able to stand side by side, but now they have different ways and do not seek each other."

When these words came out, Shang Yan's eyes froze obviously, and his gaze on her became more and more intense.

Jiang Yunyan returned to the main story: "This is the point, why are you still inside the military region?"

Shang Yan stared at her red lips which opened and closed.

The flame in my heart was slowly burning, and I answered absent-mindedly: "For this big exercise, the Kyoto Military Region has arranged dormitories for all visitors."

The implication is that he will also live in the military area these days.

Jiang Yun said "Oh", she had indeed heard about it.

Shang Yan stared at her bright and charming cheeks, approached her, raised his hand to hold her hand holding the door lock: "Aren't you inviting me in for a sit down?"

That's what he said, but he had already stepped into her field with half a foot.

Jiang Yun smiled helplessly, let go of the door lock, and was about to extend her hand to invite him.

With a tight wrist, the man clasped her wrist first, and pulled her into his arms.

His breath was filled with the cold fragrance of pine wood on his body.

Jiang Yun couldn't stop her heart from trembling. She raised her hand and tugged at the hem of his clothes, her heart beating faster.

With trembling eyelashes, she raised her eyes to look at his dark and turbulent eyes: "Shang Yan..."

A word was swallowed as soon as it reached his mouth.

His kiss was warm and domineering.

The hot big palms clasped her waist tightly, pressing her whole body into his arms.

The other hand clasped her neck, and the wide palm wrapped her entire neck.

The pulp of the thumb stroked her neck back and forth.

This posture is almost in control of the overall situation, taking her as his own.

Jiang Yun's breathing was messy.

The nightdress on her body slipped from her shoulders, and she dazedly grabbed his hand while responding to his kiss.

While trying to figure out what happened to him tonight from his abnormal behavior.

Shang Yan's kiss didn't stay for long.

He left her lips, but did not let go of his arms around her waist.

Instead, he closed the door behind his back, staring at her with burning eyes: "What did Mu Yu say when he came to see you?"

Jiang Yun leaned against his arms, quietly adjusting her breathing.

Listening to the heartbeat in his chest, he sighed, "Say you don't care about me."

Shang Yan's hand around her waist was visibly stiff.

Jiang Yun said: "He said, at the dinner tonight, you denied your relationship with me."

Shang Yan was silent.

Jiang Yun was still waiting for his opinion.

Seeing that he was silent, he raised his head innocently, and poked his chest with his hand: "Mr. Shang is not planning to defend himself?"

Shang Yan took her hand, and rubbed the tip of her index finger with his fingertips, causing a numb itch.

But calmly said: "I know you don't believe it."

Jiang Yun curled her lips: "Then I have to explain it."

Shang Yan stared at her lips, but asked without end: "He also entered your room?"

Jiang Yun shook her head: "I didn't come in, I beat you up and ran away."

Hearing her words, Shang Yan frowned tightly: "Did you fight?"

When he was speaking, he looked down at her closely, and saw that her nightgown had slipped off, revealing a bruise on her shoulders, and his pupils locked tightly.

It was only then that Jiang Yun noticed that her nightdress had slipped off her shoulders at some point, and silently reached out to grab the clothes.

But was stopped by Shang Yan raising his hand, he stared at the marks on her shoulders, his thin lips tightly pursed.

Jiang Yun's skin was burning hot from his stare, and she raised her hand to block his sight.

Inexplicably a little nervous: "It's normal to bump and bump, it doesn't hurt."

Raising his hand to hold her hand in front of him and clasping it behind his back, Shang Yan possessed himself, lowered his head and kissed her on the shoulder.

Jiang Yun's body froze, and suddenly felt scorching heat spread all the way along the skin of her left shoulder, making her heart tremble violently.

Her legs were a little weak, she held on to his sleeve tightly, her voice trembling with eagerness: "Shang Yan..."

Shang Yan's slightly cool lips stayed on her shoulder for a short while, and the next second he raised his head and kissed her lips.

With a lingering bewitchment, he gently and patiently hooked her to fall step by step.

Jiang Yun's chest rose and fell, and the hand that was pulling his sleeve was hooked up to his neck, and her fingers were interspersed between his short hair.

Jiang Yun froze for a moment when the faint moist temperature of the man's hair came from the palm of his hand.

His hair was not completely dry, as if he had just taken a shower.

Before she could think about it, her legs felt cold.

Shang Yan lifted up the hem of her nightdress.

The big hand poked in between the legs.

Jiang Yun's whole body went numb, her legs felt weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Shang Yan put his arms around her waist, and spread his moist kisses along her neck, parting her lips.