After being loved by a yandere, she turned black

Su Qingci finally asked someone to buy the pastries back, and bought some of all kinds of pastries in the store.

When those pastries were placed in front of Song Wan, she was a little dumbfounded.

She actually didn't really want to eat it, but just smelled the aroma and couldn't help but line up.

Later, after she left her parents, she bought some pastries and tried them. They were not as delicious as she had imagined, and she didn't like them very much either.

Probably because I was touched by the scene, I wanted to try it again.

Furthermore, although she is a lonely person, she also likes the excitement. Being lonely and blending into the excitement is also a kind of relaxation.

"Wanwan, from now on, just tell me what you want to eat. There is no need to queue up to buy it yourself." Su Qingci pulled her to sit down at the table and brought a small piece of cut pastry to her lips.

Didn't she know that she could eat it just by telling him? She just didn't want to get involved too much with him.

Song Wan lowered his eyes, opened his mouth, bit down, and chewed slowly.

As expected of a century-old store, it was much more delicious than the pastries she had eaten before.

"Is it delicious?" Su Qingci brought another type of pastry to her lips.

Song Wan nodded, "It's delicious."

"Try this." Su Qingci smiled with curved eyebrows, extremely gentle, and her whole body exuded a gentle temperament, without a trace of vindictiveness.

As long as she is obedient and his docile pet, he will always be gentle.

But his state only lasted as long as she was docile.

Whenever she didn't agree with him at all, Su Qingci's hostility would be revealed in an instant.

When Song Wan was by his side, her heart was always in her throat.

Fortunately, she had been accustomed to observing his words since she was a child, so she didn't dare to say that she could guess his thoughts, but being obedient was what she was best at.

As long as she endures it for a while longer, she will no longer have to live a life of constant fear.

Today Li Chu told her that in a week, the Su family will face an unprecedented crisis, and Su Qingci has to step away to deal with it.

At that time, it would be the best time for her to leave him.

Song Wan didn't know much about the Su family, but he knew that the Su family was a big family with complicated members, and none of them were peaceful masters. What's more, Mr. Su was pressing for Su Qingci, so he would definitely go back and deal with it.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a lunatic like Su Qingci to let Mr. Su dominate him. After all, the relationship between Su Qingci and him is not good, even bad.

The relationship between Su Qingci and the Su family is also very bad. They seem to be symbiotic, but they are also like fire and water, and they are constantly fighting.

A few days ago, Su Qingci had his uncle's legs disabled.

Song Wan also knew this information accidentally. Su Qingci never talked to her about the Su family. She accidentally overheard the phone calls while she was sleeping a few times.

Song Wan didn't dare to investigate the Su family's affairs, so she could only pretend that she didn't know and didn't care.

Li Chu said that there would be a crisis for the Su family, but she didn't say what kind of crisis it was, and she didn't ask, as long as she could leave here smoothly.

"Wanwan, what are you thinking about? Are you so absorbed?" Su Qingci's magnetic voice sounded in her ears, and Song Wan was frightened and suddenly became excited.

She concealed all the emotions in her heart, smiled gently, took the fork on the side, forked a small piece of pastry and handed it to Su Qingci's mouth.

"Qingci, you eat too."

Su Qingci glanced at her, grabbed her hand and put the white and waxy pastry into her mouth.

His gaze always stayed on Song Wan's lips, his eyes ambiguous.

Song Wan felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her. She wondered if there were some pastry crumbs stuck to her lips, and she just wanted to raise her hand to wipe them away.

The man grabbed his wrist, followed by the man's domineering and powerful aura, and the corner of his mouth suddenly became hot.

It was Su Qingci's wet and hot tongue that rolled up the pastry from her mouth.

The next second, the man's cool lips pressed against hers irresistibly. Song Wan's hands consciously wrapped around the man's neck, letting him plunder her.

In recent days, Song Wan could always feel that Su Qingci treated her differently than before, and seemed to be more willing to get close to her.

When the relationship between the two became more intense, Su Qingci wanted to raise his hand to throw away the cakes on the table, but Song Wan stopped him in time, "Qingci, don't..."

She didn't want to waste those delicious pastries.

Her voice was dyed with lust and sounded a little weak. Su Qingci's dark eyes became darker, and a magnetic and hoarse voice sounded, "Okay."

After saying that, he carried her to the bedroom.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, Su Qingci impatiently pressed Song Wan against the entrance, held her fair and tender face, and kissed her passionately.

He has always been so enthusiastic recently, which makes Song Wan a little overwhelmed, and she is not very used to his heat.

He didn't like to touch her before, he liked to see her immersed in lust. He was like a spectator, admiring her embarrassment and embarrassment.

Standing high, like an emperor.

I don't know when he started to like to indulge in lust with her, and he was obsessed with letting her enjoy their shared indulgence.

But each time, the two failed to break through the last step.

Su Qingci was still like this this time. After it was over, both of them were sweating profusely.

Su Qingci took her from the entrance and peeled off her clothes one by one, and naturally rolled onto the soft big bed, making love like crazy.

Song Wan was extremely tired. She lay on the bed and didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. The broken hair on the side of her face was wet with sweat and stuck to her skin stickyly.

Very uncomfortable.

Su Qingci kissed the tip of her nose, pushed the broken hair aside, and carried her into the bathroom.

Song Wan lay quietly in the bathtub. The bathtub was filled with water. The top layer was pink bubbles. The water temperature was suitable, making it easy for people to doze off.

The steam in the bathroom was steaming, making both of their faces slightly red, as if they were drunk.

Especially Song Wan, whose fair little face was flushed, with a sense of coquettishness, which was a bit cute.

She closed her eyes lightly, a hint of fatigue covering her brows.

Su Qingci laughed softly, with a hint of lust in the deep laughter, and tapped her cheek lightly and casually.

Itchy.

Song Wan closed her eyes and hummed softly. She subconsciously waved away the big palm that was making trouble on her face. Then she realized what was happening and opened her eyes in horror.

Just as he was about to say something, Su Qingci blocked her mouth with her fingertips and said in a hoarse voice: "Wanwan, take a rest when you are tired."

Then the man squeezed into the bathtub under Song Wan's surprised gaze.

With his arrival, the water in the bathtub overflowed, and the pink bubbles on it also overflowed, revealing the graceful figure inside.

Song Wan turned her head and glanced at him, knowing that she couldn't rest.

The temperature in the bathroom continued to rise, and through the hazy water vapor, two intertwined figures could be vaguely seen inside.

After a long time, Su Qingci walked out of the bathroom holding Song Wan. Song Wan had completely fallen asleep, and her fair body was covered with traces of ambiguity.

Su Qingci gently laid Song Wan on the bed, hugged her and fell asleep with a satisfied look on her face.

Wanwan, his Wanwan.

He was afraid that he would never let her go in this life.