After being loved by a yandere, she turned black

At this moment, Song Wan's consciousness was blurred, and everything in front of him became illusory and noisy.

Su Qingci's voice kept circulating in her ears, like a magical sound surrounding her, constantly stimulating her brain nerves.

This sound made Song Wan feel extremely irritated. She stopped all thinking and just wanted to follow her heart and swat this annoying fly to death.

Just listen to a 'pop' sound.

Song Wan slapped the chattering man on the face with a sharp slap.

In an instant, Su Qingci's still hazy eyes suddenly became sober, and he looked at the woman in his arms in disbelief.

A faint blush appeared on the woman's cheeks, her moist eyes were half-closed, looking at him blankly, like a lost little rabbit.

"Wanwan, have you been drinking?"

Su Qingci lowered his head and sniffed. The woman's body had a light fruity scent, which smelled very good.

Although he was asking her, his tone was very sure.

Song Wan, who was in a daze, laughed stupidly twice, stretched out two fingers and pointed on both sides of Su Qingci's cheeks, fearing that he could not hear clearly, so she deliberately raised her voice.

"Yes, I drank."

After saying that, she laughed stupidly a few times, which was very cute.

Su Qingci pursed her lips and smiled, grabbed her fingers, put them to her lips and kissed them, "Wanwan, you're a bad example."

"You've become bolder. You even dare to hit me. Do you think I should punish you?"

The man caught her moving little hands and kept pecking and kissing them.

Song Wan, who was drunk, couldn't understand what he was talking about. She only felt that the palm of her hand was itchy from his kiss. She just wanted to take her hand back.

"itch……"

Su Qingci didn't care about her and continued to kiss her hand, from her wrist to her shoulder, and then to her collarbone.

He deliberately slowed down the pace of the kiss, causing Song Wan to squirm uncomfortably.

But her body seemed to be weighed down by a thousand-jin mountain. No matter how she moved, she could not escape. Her body seemed to be roasted on a stove, getting hotter and hotter.

Song Wan murmured unconsciously, "Hot...so hot..."

"Can my husband help Wanwan take it off?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, coaxing.

"Okay, take them all off..." The woman smiled stupidly, so innocently.

"Wanwan is so good..."

Su Qingci knew that she was really drunk, otherwise she wouldn't have smiled so sweetly.

She always smiled fakely at him, and every time he saw her fake smile, he had the urge to tear her apart.

Even though he expressed his feelings as straightforwardly as her, she still looked so fake, which made him really love and hate her.

If he was not having a good time, he would not let her have a good time.

For more than half a year, he had deliberately been hot and cold towards her, with a vague and unclear attitude. Seeing how she tried to make assumptions for him, he could be more mentally balanced.

In this way, all she could think about was him.

Early the next morning, the sun shone on the bed through the window, and Song Wan woke up leisurely.

The headache caused by her hangover made her frown. When she saw Su Qingci with a gloomy look next to her, she was stunned for a moment.

I saw a bright red slap mark on the man's cheek, which was shocking.

Song Wan's heart tightened suddenly, and an inexplicable panic surged into her heart.

She tried hard to recall what happened last night, but found that her mind went blank and she couldn't remember what happened.

Did he hit him himself?

Questions filled Song Wan's mind, and she couldn't help but start to panic. It seemed that she had never laid hands on Su Qingci.

I don't know what will happen if I hit him.

Song Wan looked at Su Qingci's cold eyes and felt uneasy in her heart.