I kicked the male lead away

Su Yihe nodded, and what fell into his eyes was her large snow-white skin.

The wound pierced by the knife has healed, not even a scab, only a pale pink mark about a finger long.

Instead of covering up the mark with foundation, the makeup artist put on a new tattoo of a bouquet of small flowers elsewhere.

The light red reflects the green, which is very suitable.

Su Yihe's cool fingers slid across her delicate skin, and he unconsciously caressed the flower: "So drunk that I don't even know where this flower came from?"

Fang Zhinan really didn't know, thinking that pretending to be drunk would be a good excuse, keeping his head sullen and not speaking.

Then the next second, Su Yihe let go of his fingers.

Just as Fang Zhinan heaved a sigh of relief, the heat hit him, and he kissed hard on the place where his fingertips had touched just now.

"Hiss..." She gasped, her whole body stiffened.

I don't know if I should push the person covering my body away.

Just as the heaven and man were at war in her heart, Su Yihe's movements changed from kissing to gently biting.

Fang Zhilan's body was extremely slender and clean, with no flesh at all.

So the subtle feeling brought by her gnawing movements directly penetrated the skin, from the bones at the shoulder blades to every blood vessel in Fang Zhinan.

Even the fingers curled up unconsciously.

However, the person on the body was still making trouble, whether it was biting lightly and hard with the tips of the teeth, Fang Zhi could not help shivering like chills all over his body.

But she still had a faint sense of consciousness, she turned her head and murmured in a low voice: "Don't be here..."

At this time, her clothes were all in disarray, and she was lying on the seat of the car, her black hair hanging down, and the ends of her hair had touched the ground.

Subconsciously raised his head, revealing his slender neck, like a dying swan.

In the past, Fang Zhilan had thousands of styles, the one who was naive to others, the one who was charming in the play, the one who was shy to strangers, and the one who was immature to acquaintances.

But only this mood, only this time, can be seen.

It belongs only to her.

A secret sense of satisfaction grew like a vine in Su Yihe's heart.

Her lips had long since moved from the petals on her back to Fang Zhilan's neck.

The slightly cool lips pressed against her warm neck, and she could even feel the beating pulse under the skin.

It seems that with just a light bite, the teeth can pierce the skin and feel the fresh and sweet blood.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously bit her mouth.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhi couldn't help but put his hand over his neck, his eyes widened, "Are you a dog?"

Su Yihe was taken aback, it was the first time she saw her talking to him so boldly, it was quite novel: "I'm a dog, so what are you?"

She is a bone?It's hard to think about it.

No, no, the top priority should be not to let the person on him go crazy like this.

It seemed that the one who got drunk was not the body she wore, but the person in front of her.

She was so tormented that she didn't want to continue anymore, she reached out and pushed Su Yihe: "Are you coming? If you don't come, I will come?"

In this way, Su Yihe's posture changed from leaning over her to sitting up.

Su Yihe let her push him away, licked his lips, raised the end of his eyes, his usually cold eyes became a little more charming, and his voice became hoarse: "Why are you here?"

……

Fang Zhinan propped his elbows back, sat up and stared at the person in front of him.

She really didn't know how to do this kind of thing.

But I have never seen a pig run, at least I have seen a dog run, Fang Zhinan's eyes fell on Su Yihe's red lips.

Then the next second, she posted it without hesitation.

Su Yihe's pupils opened unconsciously.

Fang Zhinan could only feel that the temperature of her lips seemed to be lower than his own.

When she was nervous, she couldn't help but want to lick her lips.

Then when the tip of her tongue stretched out and touched something strange and soft, she realized what she was doing now.

But it was too late to react, Su Yihe put one hand behind her head, and sneaked in.

Menacing and patient, he never let go of any corner, so that Fang Zhi has nowhere to hide.

Every minute she leaned back, Su Yihe pushed forward an inch.

Until the end, the back of Fang Zhilan's round head had already touched the car window through Su Yihe's palm.

There is nowhere to run.

You can only let the person in front of you bite and linger, whether it is light or heavy, urgent or slow.

The car was still moving forward steadily, not knowing which direction to go, Fang Zhi was embarrassed and anxious, his eyes were almost red from being forced, but he didn't dare to make unnecessary noises, for fear of being heard by the driver.

As everyone knows, her depression makes people want to use force even more.

Su Yihe's lips followed her delicate and soft lips, brushed against her chin, slid across her long neck, and gradually moved down...

Just when Su Yihe was regretting why he didn't let her go out in that pale pink dress with deep V, she felt that Fang Zhilan suddenly became much quieter.

Looking up, she didn't know when, she closed her eyes and her breathing fluctuated slightly.

Actually fell asleep.

……

Seeing that there were still tears at the end of her eyes, Su Yihe suppressed his heart that wanted to bite her awake.

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When Fang Zhilan woke up, it was already broad daylight.

She looked at the ceiling of the bedroom in front of her, wondering if she was in a hotel, why did she come back suddenly?

Immediately afterwards, all the images from last night flooded into my mind.

Scenes are as vivid and real as a movie screening.

Still lively and fragrant...

Fang Zhilan was silent for half a second, and began to desperately call the system: "b126, what happened last night?"

It is absolutely impossible for her to drink a glass of wine and forget all about her coming to this world, and treat Su Yihe and Zhou Yingqing as strangers.

Something must be wrong.

"Ah?" The system took a long time to respond, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Fang Zhilan rubbed her forehead, and she didn't feel hungover at all, so it had nothing to do with alcohol.

"You forgot, last night..."

"I remember." His face started to heat up, Fang Zhilan interrupted it trying to hide it.

"No." The system said seriously, "Do you still remember the emotional detachment procedure?"

"Emotion out of the program?" Fang Zhilan was stunned, "What is that?"

Alas, I have to explain again, the system silently complained.

"Emotional separation program, as the name suggests, is a program for emotional separation, so that when you leave each world, the host, you will not have excessive emotional fluctuations because of people or things in this world, which will affect the mental health of the host."

As soon as it was mentioned, Fang Zhilan had a vague impression.

Last night when she was drunk and lying on the bed, the system suddenly popped up and told herself that the current Luck value was [-] and she was ready to go to the next world.

He also told Fang Zhinan to experiment with the emotional detachment program in her brain, to determine the degree of detachment that would not cause her to have huge emotional fluctuations when she left.

This meant that when the program started normally, her due affection for everyone in this world would fade uncontrollably.

There is no love and no hate.

"That..." The system seemed a little embarrassed, "It's also the first time I use this program, I didn't control the scale well, and suddenly even your memory in this world was almost wiped out."

Fortunately, it worked hard all night to restore Fang Zhilan's memory data.

Fang Zhilan lowered her head and said nothing.

"What's the matter with you?" The system turned into a penguin, which jumped out from nowhere, moved its short legs and wobbled to Fang Zhilan's side, a little worried that there was something wrong with her brain due to a technical problem.

In the meantime, I almost tripped over the sheets.

"It's nothing." Fang Zhilan clenched her hand into a fist and slammed the penguin's head heavily, "If you don't charge Q coins, get out!"

In the next second, b126 disappeared in an instant. Just as Fang Zhilan was in a daze, a light voice came from the door: "Are you awake?"

Other than Su Yihe, it was impossible for her to be anyone else. She was wearing a silk nightgown, leaning lazily at the door, which clearly meant to settle accounts after autumn.

Fang Zhilan retracted her hand hanging in midair.

Naturally, her small actions did not escape Su Yihe's eyes.

Squinting her eyes slightly, she walked over slowly, with a somewhat dangerous air, reached out and brushed Fang Zhilan's long, thin hair behind her ears: "Now, do you recognize who I am?"

"Susu..." With nowhere to escape from her hot gaze, Fang Zhilan whispered with her lips pursed.

"Huh?" Su Yihe agreed with a slight consonance, and sat on the side of the bed, pinching her fair earlobes and rubbing them carefully.

A little itchy, Fang Zhilan flinched, but still didn't dare to dodge.

"Why don't you have the guts right now? Wasn't it amazing last night?" Su Yihe leaned forward slightly, and leaned over to exhale softly in her ear.

The blow made Fang Zhilan's whole body soft from the pinnae to the fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, she was suddenly pushed down on the bed.

The black hair spread out on the pillow, tangling with Su Yihe's hanging hair.

Just when he was about to say something, his lips were tightly blocked.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan could only sob silently, not daring to look directly at Su Yihe, so she could only choose to close her eyes.

Then he missed the stubbornness that flashed in her eyes, with the fiery obsession with the people in her eyes.

This time Su Yihe didn't go around her again, as if he was afraid that Fang Zhilan would run away, he pressed her wrists tightly to his head with both hands.

Then he bullied himself.

……

"No...it's not like that." After an unknown amount of time, Fang Zhilan was finally able to speak, gasping for breath.

"What do you want?" Finally, a certain person was in a happy mood, and he pressed her earlobe intimately, and exhaled softly.

"Obviously I should be on it." Fang Zhilan muttered as she recalled what she saw in the "Paper Crane CP" super chat.

What about the coquettish big-breasted actress x the pure little white flower that was agreed upon?How has it changed?

"You?" Su Yihe laughed softly, with an indescribable strangeness.

The hand that landed on Fang Zhilan's waist lightly squeezed her soft flesh, itching so much that she groaned.

It's all softened into a puddle of water, and it's almost melted, and I'm still thinking about it.

Who gave her confidence?