After the divorce, my ex’s brother became very possessive of me.

At this moment, Nian Zhi felt as if her heart had stopped.

That night, she knew it was ridiculous.

But she couldn't help herself at the time, and neither of them remembered the process very clearly.

But now, so clearly, lips and lips are touching...

They... were clearly not kissing.

But this kind of touch is more ambiguous than a kiss.

After Nian Zhi's body stiffened, she began to tremble. Song Wenjing's wet and hot lips gently slid across the corners of her lips, and finally paused as if she still had unfinished meaning.

She felt that all the hairs on her body stood up, her brain buzzed, and she reacted with another violent struggle.

The two people just fell to the ground, no one said a word, they just struggled silently.

Song Wenjing looked at her delicate cheeks, which were either white or red, with a little bit of green and black in the middle. It was like a colorful display. He didn't know why, but the haze in his heart gradually disappeared.

As soon as the strength of his hand relaxed slightly, Nian Zhi couldn't wait to jump up from his body.

She took two steps back with a breath, and with a flash of her eyes, she saw Song Wenjing maintaining his original posture motionless.

The sexy thin lips curved into an arc that looked like a smile, and the expression on his handsome face seemed to be - something that was still unfinished.

Still in the mood?

Thinking of everything just now, Nian Zhi almost became angry with embarrassment, especially when she was stared at by his flirtatious eyes. She felt guilty and instinctively opened her mouth to scold, "...You did it on purpose!"

"What's the purpose?"

Song Wenjing raised two fingers and stared into his eyes for a moment. Under her warm and angry gaze, he brushed the corners of his mouth ambiguously with his long fingers, and his smile became a little deeper, "You mean, Did I fall on purpose? Or did you just kiss me on purpose?"

"I kissed you on purpose?!"

Nian Zhi was so angry that she almost jumped on her feet, turned red in the face, and retorted loudly, "What nonsense are you talking about? You were the one who pulled me just now. When I think about it, it was you who held me down on purpose, and you just... you pushed me on purpose. Drive me, why are you still...still..."

She really couldn't say the last word.

He had clearly licked the corner of her lips with his tongue just now, which gave her a tingling feeling.

It's still very clear at this moment, but how to say it?

That word is too ambiguous and too... erotic.

Song Wenjing laughed easily, and Shi Shiran stood up from the floor. He dusted the corners of his clothes gracefully. Seeing Nian Zhi's wary face, his eyes darkened again and he deliberately looked at her. Take two steps forward.

"Although I don't refuse everyone who comes, but if you really put it to your mouth and there is no reaction at all, then I am not a normal man, right?"

He narrowed his eyes like a cunning fox, but with more unique charm. His thin lips came close to her ear and he exhaled ambiguously, "Don't you know best whether I am a normal man or not?"

"You—" Nian Zhi was furious, but found that he couldn't refute a word.

Song Wenjing looked at her suppressed expression and felt surprisingly happy.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and Nian Zhi stepped back in fear, but he directly put his hand on her shoulder and pulled off the scarf around her neck. It was a dark purple scarf.

Because of his pulling action, Song Wenjing's slightly open neckline revealed a hint of wheat-colored skin.

Nian Zhi instinctively looked away, but the corners of her lips were pressed by the satin scarf. Song Wenjing wiped the corners of her mouth very gently.

"I don't like the people around me. They have a smell that I don't like. Do you understand? Wipe up the blood stains."

Nian Zhi's heart was suffocated. Before she could fully understand what he said, she suddenly heard the landline ring again. Song Wenjing gave her the scarf, walked over and pressed the call button. It was his assistant's call.

"Mr. Song, Director Ye is already here."