After getting into trouble with a wealthy family, the scheming uncle forced him to get married step

"What are you buying? Is it food? Is it for me?" Sang Zhi folded his arms and groaned.

"……Um."

Zhuo Yijing tugged his lips, his eyes dark and dark.

That's right.

"Is it delicious? What is it? I want to eat it." Sang Zhi tilted her head and looked at him.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes, suddenly wanting to tease her, and then took out two small boxes from his pocket and placed them in front of her.

"Orange and strawberry flavored candies. These are my favorites. Thank you."

Sang Zhi's eyes were bright, and his expression was so innocent.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing suddenly felt guilty, as if he had deceived an underage girl.

Why does the sharp-tongued little wildcat act like...a little idiot when he's drunk?

Zhuo Yijing raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, suddenly feeling a little headache.

"I want to eat."

Sangzhi pointed to the box in his hand and asked him cautiously.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dark, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You can't eat it now."

He waved his fingers in front of Sang Zhi, and suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was really cute, so he couldn't help but gently tap the tip of her nose.

The next moment, his fingertips were gently held in his mouth by the mulberry branch.

Sang Zhi looked at him with wide eyes, innocent and pure, which invisibly stirred the heartstrings.

Zhuo Yijing's body tensed up, and he frowned subconsciously, his eyes as dark as a pool.

"You know...you are in danger now?"

"Sangzhi, you are just fanning the flames."

Zhuo Yijing's voice became deeper and deeper.

Playing with fire and setting yourself on fire.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, and his long, narrow and deep eyes fell on her delicate face.

"Yixun."

Sang Zhi looked at him quietly, murmured in a low voice, and suddenly raised her hand to hold his face.

"We clearly have nothing to do with Yixun, but why are we so similar?" She murmured to herself.

After hearing his words, Zhuo Yijing's eyes became deeper and darker. He looked calm, but there were thousands of emotions surging in his eyes.

"Sangzhi."

Zhuo Yijin moved his lips, his voice was hoarse and magnetic, bewitching people's hearts.

"stay away from me."

Sang Zhi just looked at him, her big jade-like eyes moving on his face.

Zhuo Yijing's palms slowly tightened, his thin lips opened slightly, and his eyes were filled with lust.

"Stay away from me, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sang Zhi suddenly raised his head, raised his arm to hook his neck, pushed his head down, and squinted his eyes to look at him.

"At your own risk."

Zhuo Yijing's eyes were dark and his voice was low. His angular handsome face suddenly pressed down on her. His big palms tightly clasped her slender waist, pressing her towards him and pressing her tightly against him.

The other hand unbuttoned his shirt slowly.

"I'm a little hot."

Sangzhi said in a low voice, pushed him away, and then reached out to pull his clothes.

"You dare to drink the wine here." Zhuo Yijing sneered and watched quietly as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the white suspender skirt underneath. She squinted slightly and her eyes darkened.

The wine probably had something to add to the fun.

Fortunately, more was spilled than drunk.

"Because I'm thirsty, because I'm sad." Sang Zhi squinted his eyes, pulled off his shirt, and threw it aside.

"Because I'm gone? Are you sad?" Zhuo Yijing raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a low voice.

Sangzhi shook his head.

"No."

Zhuo Yijin frowned and his voice was slightly deeper.

He pursed his lips and said coldly: "Because Xie Fengyi is married?"

Sangzhi shook his head again.

Zhuo Yijing's gloomy expression calmed down a bit.

"Because... Yixun?" Zhuo Yijing whispered.

"Don't tell you."

Sang Zhi grinned and suddenly reached out to take off her suspender skirt, but Zhuo Yijing held her hand down.

"If you take it off again, it will be gone."

"You have to be clear about this."

"Don't blame me when you think about it tomorrow."

Zhuo Yijing reached out and touched her face, coaxing her to speak, his eyes deep and dark.

In fact, he knew that her mind was not clear when she was drunk, and she even answered unconsciously.

"I want to sleep. I need to take off my clothes. It's very uncomfortable to wear clothes." Sang Zhi tilted his head and answered the question.

"..."

"Do you see clearly who I am?" Zhuo Yijing pulled her lips and spoke lightly.

"You are Ziyue's father." Sang Zhi reached out and held his face.

Zhuo Yijing sneered: "...I really don't know if you are really drunk or pretending to be drunk."

After saying that, he grabbed her chin with one hand, and held her shrinking hand with the other, guiding it towards him.

Sang Zhi's eyes were a little weak, and she subconsciously hid back.

"I do not want."

Sangzhi shook his head quickly.

"Uncle, I'm scared." He looked at Zhuo Yijing with an innocent look.

"..."

Zhuo Yijin's face turned pale and he said sternly.

"Who is your uncle!"

"Ziyue is my younger brother, and Ziyue's father is my uncle."

"..." Zhuo Yijing sneered and said with a dark face, "I don't have a niece as old as you."

"I hope you wake up tomorrow without fragmentation."

She must have never imagined that she could look like this when she was drunk.

Zhuo Yijing took off his shirt, exposing his strong chest, and then reached out to unbuckle his belt.

Sangzhi exclaimed and quickly reached out to cover his eyes.

"It's going to be the eye of the needle. It's going to be the eye of the needle."

Zhuo Yijing sneered: "..."

Sang Zhi covered her eyes with both hands, but she couldn't help but spread her fingers, opened one eye, and peeked at him through her fingers.

"Your body is very honest."

Zhuo Yijing took out his belt and glanced at her condescendingly.

Sang Zhi's face was red and blood dripping, hey hey, he suddenly knelt down and stood up, slowly came forward, stared at him, then reached out to touch his abdominal muscles, and suddenly licked his lower abdomen.

Before Zhuo Yijing could react, his body stiffened suddenly, and his warm breath sprayed on his lower abdomen.

He pursed his lips, moved his eyebrows slightly, looked down at her, his voice was hoarse and low.

"Who taught you this?"

"Yes, thank you..."

Before he could speak again, Sang Zhi reached out and hooked the back of his neck, kissed the corners of his lips, and blocked his words.

Zhuo Yijing's eyes were dark, his big palms hugged her waist, and his palms moved back and forth on her waist.

"Yixun..." Her thin sobs dissipated in his kiss.

"You love him so much? You can't forget him so much?"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at her secretly, his tone cold.

"Do I look like him?"

Zhuo Yijing said.

The man in his arms didn't reply, but bit his lips unskillfully.

Zhuo Yijing took her to lie down, and placed a delicate kiss on her neck, then slowly went down...

Sang Zhi squeaked uneasily and clung to his shoulder.

"uncomfortable……"

"It will be fine in a while."

He whispered, reaching for the small box he just bought downstairs.

The model prepared in the room does not work.

too small.

He stretched out his hand to lift up her suspender skirt, and his cold palm fell on her navel.

Sangzhi's body was shaking a little.

"cold……"

Zhuo Yijing stopped her words.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and light from the corridor came in.

There were a few people vaguely at the door.

"They're right here..." the front desk lady whispered.

Two figures at the door suddenly rushed in.

Sang Zhi seemed to catch a glimpse of the figure at the door, suddenly exclaimed and fainted.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing's face changed slightly, and she subconsciously took the shirt on the side and covered Sang Zhi's body, blocking her with her body.

"do not move."

"The police crack down on pornography."

"..."

"..."