The little wild cat and the wealthy white moonlight female partner [wearing a book]

The atmosphere is dull and depressing.

Jiang Minghuan's heart tightened suddenly, as if her heart was being held tightly, and she couldn't even breathe.

She moved, trying to take a few steps back, and then there was a wall behind her, and there was no room to escape at all.

There was half a gap in the balcony window, and the cold wind gushed in, but after a while, the smell of smoke in the air disappeared, leaving only a faint smell of perfume.

What lingers on the tip of the nose is the smell of that woman.

The cheek was gently touched by the woman's cold fingertips, and Jiang Minghuan's heart beat fast. She bit her lip, panted softly, blushed and turned away, trying to avoid this ambiguous and intimate action.

However, the woman standing in front of her refused to let her go. She took a step with her long legs and pushed her even closer, completely pushing her into the corner.

The two soft and delicate bodies stuck together tightly like this. When the moonlight fell, even the shadows gathered together.

Jiang Minghuan's cheeks were completely red, and even the small and delicate ear tips hidden under the long black hair were covered with a thin layer of red cloud.

It was so hot that she couldn't help but start to tremble. If she didn't pay attention, the five fingers that were tightly clenched on the cuffs loosened quietly, and she hung in the air shivering shiveringly as if calling for help.

The warm breath of the woman's breath fell on her neck, and the effect was comparable to the most powerful aphrodisiac, instantly igniting a flame of desire in her heart.

The cold wind blowing outside the window, the fire not only didn't go out, but burned more and more, which made her lose strength, and couldn't help but snuggle into the arms of her sweetheart.

The atmosphere is ambiguous and warm, no normal woman can resist such an atmosphere——

Especially young girls like Jiang Minghuan who have never tasted sex/desire or even masturbation.

She let go of her hand, and moved her five fingers forward slightly. With a slight hook of her fingertips, she wrapped around the corner of the woman's clothes, and then held it tightly in her hand, unwilling to let go no matter what.

At the moment when her mind was being entangled in desire, a cold and deep female voice happened to be heard next to her ear, which instantly awakened her reason trapped in lust/desire——

"…say."

Such a restrained and rational voice sounded full of depression and pain.

Jiang Minghuan came back to her senses, her palms were covered with cold sweat, she moved her lips, and her tone was deliberately pretending to be cold,

"Let go of me first—"

Ye Wenyu shook her head as if she didn't hear it, and her fingertips stopped at the corners of her eyes, and then slowly moved down, from the side of the cheeks to the corners of the lips, and finally stopped on the soft and delicate chin.

She pursed her lips, with painful self-blame in her eyes, and she didn't know how long it took until the moonlight on the balcony became thinner, then she opened her red lips and uttered a few words softly——

"...I thought you forgive me."

Before she finished speaking, before Jiang Minghuan could answer, she smiled lightly as if mocking herself, as if she also felt that what she said was very ridiculous.

Two years of indifference is not something that can be easily forgiven.

She drooped her eyes, her eyelashes were as thick and thick as a brush, and she fanned them gently under the moonlight, with an alluring charm.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Jiang Minghuan felt a little dry in his mouth.

She didn't dare to look any more, she looked away pretending to be calm, then endured the heat in her heart, bit her lips, and said coldly, her tone was full of helplessness,

"Sister Song Yue said, the company has been very busy, you can't leave, how could I let you come to Jiangcheng to pick me up?"

"Also, Gu Siran funded my mentor's project, and said in front of my mentor to send me back to Jin City, so I will come back with him..."

"I knew you would be angry, so I didn't tell you..."

"Ye Wenyu, two years have passed, why have you become more and more stupid!"

"... "

The light and sweet girl's voice rose leisurely in the air, floating around Ye Wenyu with the cold wind, and then slowly penetrated into her heart, soothing all anxiety and pain.

Before the brain can react, the body has already reacted.

She let go of her hand, then held it tightly again, and hugged the person under her into her arms, refusing to let go no matter what.

I don't want to think about how flustered I was when I heard that Jiang Minghuan came back with Gu Siran. The only thing Ye Wenyu is clear about is——

She was afraid that her little niece would fall in love with the same man again like in her previous life.

Gu Siran is very good, so good that even Ye Wenyu can't be sure, if one day Jiang Minghuan is asked to choose between herself and Gu Siran, who will she choose.

She didn't want to admit it, but she was just scared.

It's just that this time, what she's afraid of is not losing the Ye family, losing the title of Miss Ye Family Fifth, but——

Lost Jiang Minghuan.

The body in his arms is warm and soft, with a fresh breath of life, so real, so nostalgic.

Ye Wenyu lowered her head, buried her head on the girl's shoulder, and took a breath quietly. For a moment, her nostrils were filled with the unique sweet smell of a girl.

A small movement instantly made Jiang Minghuan blush.

The red heat that had come down with great difficulty climbed up again.

She wanted to push this woman away, but she couldn't bear it. After struggling, she stretched out her hands and hugged her back.

Just a simple hug was enough to make her nervous and bewildered.

Sensing that Ye Wenyu didn't seem to notice her small movements, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

The curly hair was loose, and it happened to fall completely on her cheeks. She turned her head and smelled it lightly, and it turned out to be the scent of roses.

A taste of romance.

It doesn't seem to go well with Ye Wenyu, a dull and reticent woman.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and the relationship between the two became closer than when they met last time.

When sleeping at night, Jiang Minghuan was lying on the bed, and couldn't help recalling the last time she and Ye Wenyu parted, what she hadn't finished saying at the train station——

wait for her.

What are you waiting for her?

Jiang Minghuan didn't understand, and didn't dare to guess wildly.

After recalling, she noticed a small change——

Since the last time we met, Ye Wenyu has become a little different.

But Jiang Minghuan couldn't tell exactly what was different. It was as if she had returned to the time when they were most intimate two years ago.

Thinking of the scene of being pushed against a corner by a woman tonight, she couldn't help but feel happy, but also felt strange.

She and Gu Siran came back together and didn't tell anyone, even Song Yue didn't know, how could Ye Wenyu know?

After struggling for a long time, I still didn't come up with a reason, but in the end, I let myself fall asleep in this curious thinking.

Perhaps it was because Ye Wenyu's behavior was too intimate at night, Jiang Minghuan, who rarely dreamed, actually dreamed for a whole night.

This dream was repeated over and over again, telling a story——

The beauty she yearns for the most.

In the dream, she was with Ye Wenyu.

The same night, the same room, the same balcony as in reality——

Ye Wenyu pressed her against the wall, and told her love affectionately and gently, saying "I love you" one after another, accompanied by delicate kisses, falling slowly under the moonlight.

The beautiful hand that she couldn't help but touch in reality, in the dream, gently and slowly peeled off her clothes, hugged her body in the cold wind, brought her endless happiness...

A spring dream, full of charm.

Everything is fake, only the happiness brought by a woman's fingertips is real.

Jiang Minghuan finally opened his eyes when the sunlight poured down from the bedside.

She had just woken up from a dream, but her face was red and hot, and even her breath was full of lust.

She nestled under the quilt, not even daring to move.

Thinking of those indescribable scenes in the dream, how Ye Wenyu used his hands to make her tremble all over and even shed tears to beg for mercy at the end, an indescribable hotness suddenly appeared in her chest.

Everything in the dream was so real, she couldn't help recalling and nostalgia.

The daylight was just right, she blushed, stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and looked carefully at the sunlight.

In fact, her hands are also very beautiful, but no matter how you look at them, they seem to be inferior to Ye Wenyu's——

Jiang Minghuan looked at her hands, blushing and bit her lips, her two long legs under the quilt were clamped tightly, for fear that someone would find the smell (wealthy, strong, democratic, civilized, harmonious, patriotic) from between her legs ).

Shame.

She sat up with her arms propped up, her body half leaning, her calves crossed, and it took a long time before she separated quietly. The (all in harmony) (following the core socialist values) was instantly magnified, reminding her of everything in her dream again.

The more I think about it, the redder my face becomes.

She lowered her head, took a breath, the redness on her face dissipated a little, she unconsciously touched the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and actually touched two teardrops, which proved more and more how crazy she and Ye Wenyu were in the dream.

It's really crazy--

Jiang Minghuan stretched out her hands and rubbed her face, and sat on the bed for a long time before enduring the discomfort (all harmonized, don't lock it) and left the room.

In the living room, Ye Wenyu had finished packing and was sitting on the sofa dealing with documents.

Seeing her little niece come out, she closed the computer, walked into the kitchen, and took out the prepared breakfast.

Jiang Minghuan's face was very red, and there were faint dark circles around her eyes. No matter how you looked at it, she looked like she hadn't rested well.

Ye Wenyu watched her walk into the bathroom, frowning slightly.

As the Spring Festival approached, she was supposed to be at home with her family, but Ye Shi had too many things to do. As the president, she was the one who had to stay in the company.

I originally wanted to take Jiang Minghuan to the company, but depending on her condition, it might be better to stay at home and rest.

Ye Wenyu sighed, with an indelible sadness on her brows, until the little niece changed her clothes and finished her breakfast, then she opened her mouth as if discussing,

"Today - stay at home and rest, okay?"

Jiang Minghuan paused at the sound, and his expression became ugly.

It was clearly agreed last night. Years ago, she was going to help the company, and Ye Wenyu also agreed. Why did this person go back on his word after one night?

She was not happy in her heart, and there was a hint of sullenness on her face, her little face was puffed up, and she stared at the woman in front of her for a long time in disbelief, before speaking coldly, her tone was full of sarcasm,

"Your words never count!"

Ye Wenyu pursed her lips, held Jiang Minghuan's hand silently, and brought her to the mirror.

"See for yourself—did you not sleep well last night?"

Jiang Minghuan raised her eyebrows and didn't care much. When she turned her head to look in the mirror, she saw the two big dark circles under her eyes, and finally understood the real reason why Ye Wenyu didn't let her go to the company.

She was somewhat embarrassed, and when she remembered why she didn't sleep well all night, her fair little face was instantly covered with red clouds, which was very attractive.

Ye Wenyu is no exception.

Seeing her little niece's face suddenly turned red like this, her heart softened inexplicably, and before she could react, a hand was already on that tender cheek.

His hands were cold, but his face was hot.

In the dream, it was this hand that brought her boundless happiness.

Jiang Minghuan was nostalgic for the cool touch, and couldn't help but want to stick it closer, but the remaining rationality made her reach out and gently knock down the hand that was resting on her cheek.

Feeling reluctance in her heart, she turned her head sullenly, and her voice was full of accusations——

"I didn't sleep well, it's not your fault!"

The author has something to say: Sao Ao Rui, I didn’t press it (=^▽^=)

But Xiaojiang had a spring dream, and it still came true.

There is also a small crematorium

Shouldn't be locked orz

All I see are lucky cubs