Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

"Who are you and what are you doing?" The woman on the bed looked calm on the surface. She just screamed and then calmed down. She casually put the quilt on her body to cover herself and asked calmly.

She didn't care at all about the naked man next to her.

Probably because she didn't say anything, the man didn't dare to move. Even if an outsider came in, he kept his previous posture.

Nan Qiao casually glanced at the woman's trembling hands without exposing her.

"How about doing me a favor."

"What's the business?" The woman's vigilance remained unabated. When Nan Qiao said this, a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes and she asked hesitantly.

"Do what you just did to him again." Nan Qiao glanced at the man beside her and raised her chin.

what? !

"In front of... you?"

The woman said with a strange look on her face. She had never heard such a strange request before.

"Yes." Nan Qiao nodded, "All of them."

Afraid that she would not agree, he followed up by saying:

"If you do it, I can guarantee that I won't do anything to you, right?"

A man who knows the current affairs is a good man. The woman looked at Nan Qiao, who was obviously not easy to mess with, and finally nodded. She would not lose any flesh if she looked at him twice.

Just treat it as fun.

Song Shiyun closed his eyes tightly. The words of Nan Qiao and the woman reached his ears word for word, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Now that things have happened, no matter how slow he is, he still knows what Nan Qiao wants to do.

After Nan Qiao gave the instructions, he looked at Song Shiyun again. His expression was obviously different to the naked eye.

Nan Qiao smiled, pulled Song Shiyun, brought him to the chair next to him, pressed his shoulder hard, suppressed his little resistance, and forced him to sit down.

And he walked behind Song Shiyun, put his hands on the chair, lowered his body, and came close to Song Shiyun's ear.

"You have to watch carefully. If it's really what you think, what will I do to you?"

Hot and moist breath sprayed down his neck, like a flexible snake, tightly surrounding him, as if trying to suppress his breathing.

Song Shiyun didn't react on the surface, but a dense layer of small pimples appeared on his skin.

Nan Qiao naturally had a panoramic view of all this.

The two people on the bed over there have already started moving. Song Shiyun still had his eyes closed and couldn't see, but he heard voices, low breathing and shallow moaning.

Song Shiyun was not excited, but felt a chill down his spine.

"Don't you open your eyes?"

Nan Qiao put his arms around Song Shiyun's neck from behind, put his head on his shoulder, and nuzzled him coquettishly.

The words were spoken in a calm tone, as if they were just a simple greeting, but Song Shiyun clearly felt that Nan Qiao's hand, which was originally on his shoulder, had moved forward a lot, and there was a faint tendency to slide down.

The hand came to his collar and stopped.

Nan Qiao gently bit Song Shiyun's earlobe, which was already red as if it was about to bleed, and murmured:

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, your amazing appearance really attracts attention. Do you know how that woman looks at you now?"

"It's true that I shouldn't have looked at him in vain. Why don't I -" the hand that stopped on the lapel began to move forward again, "The Prime Minister should also give back."

This statement was naturally false, not to mention that the people on the bed were only focused on their own actions and did not dare to turn around to see what they were doing.

How could Nan Qiao allow his people to be looked at by others?

However, although the words were false, it did not prevent Song Shiyun from being frightened. Nan Qiao's simple words seemed to really make him feel the greasy and frivolous gaze clinging to him.

In particular, Nan Qiao's hand really kept moving forward.

Song Shiyun knew that Nan Qiao was forcing him, but the moment Nan Qiao really seemed to want to untie his clothes, he suddenly opened his eyes.