It was a night of passion without any accident.
"I changed my mind." He gasped in her ear.
Ye Huanyan opened her eyes wide and had no energy to ask him what he had changed his mind about.
A certain sensitive area in the lower half of his body was suddenly filled up, and the feeling of swelling filled his entire body. Every cell in his body was jumping excitedly, and the countless nerves in his head collapsed into thin threads, breaking one by one under the violent impact.
The pink nightdress straps hung on the wooden post at the end of the bed, shaking wildly.
The snow-white body glowed with a pink luster.
Violently undulating.
Outside the window, the waves rose again and again, one wave higher than the other, pounding on the reef with a rough sound.
That kind of sound drowned out the creaking sound of the bed board, the heavy breathing, the screams or moans of pain or pleasure.
The man was tireless, venting his terrible desire.
The woman found a trace of shameful pleasure from the pain. Her lips, which she bit hard, finally loosened and made various sounds.
At the door of the room, high-heeled shoes studded with rhinestones stepped on the red carpet. The black evening dress set off the woman's skin as white as jade. Listening to the faint sound from the room, the red lips on the face trembled slightly.
Sheng Anran's face was gloomy to the extreme.
She always thought that Ling Han just had some special hobbies, such as cleanliness, so he never touched her body.
Or perhaps it could be said that he was frigid and only liked to admire instead of personally experiencing it. That was why he let her take off her clothes on the bed that night. No matter how hard she tried to be flirtatious on the bed, he just sat on the sofa in the distance and admired quietly. His expression was indifferent and without any ripples.
At this moment, the sound from this room undoubtedly gave her a slap in the face.
What ability did Ye Huanyan have to let Ling Han sleep with her regardless of the occasion?
It was the same on the plane and at the party.
Pretending to be pure? His usual old-fashioned and solemn appearance?
Or the first time to Ling Han?
Maybe all men have a virgin complex?
She gritted her teeth. No matter what, Ling Han was the man she saw first, and she tried her best to get him. If others dared to block her way to enter the Ling family and become Mrs. Ling, there was only one way to die.
Deep into the night, the room was filled with boundless spring light. The atmosphere had reached its climax.
A hint of urgency appeared on the man's face. Then, he let out a muffled groan and slowly exhaled. He turned over and got off the bed, putting on his pants without the slightest reluctance.
"You're not allowed to go anywhere. Stay here for the next few days."
After saying this, he left without looking back.
Ye Huanyan pulled the crumpled bedsheet from the side and hugged it tightly in her arms. Her body trembled slightly. After the passion, the pleasure disappeared, leaving behind only exhaustion and shame.
His attitude towards her was as if he had a mistress who could not see the light of day, or perhaps even worse.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt a throbbing pain in her temples. It was as if there was a drumstick pounding, making a deafening sound. After a long time, she realized that someone was ringing the doorbell.
It was already so late, who else could it be?
She hurriedly sat up and held onto the pillar by the head of the bed. She casually grabbed a bathrobe and tied it around her body before she staggered towards the door.
As soon as he opened the door,
A basin of cold water poured down his head, drenching his entire body.
I didn't have time to see who it was.
A gust of wind blew in his ears.
"Pa!" A crisp sound resounded throughout the entire corridor.
There was a burning pain in her right cheek. She covered her cheek in disbelief and raised her head. She looked at the person in front of her with blurred vision.
Led by Sheng Anran, followed by the three artists who had set a trap for her at the party. One of them held a water basin in his hand and hid behind Sheng Anran with his face covered.
"Shameless."
Sheng Anran's eyes were vicious. He stared at her angrily, as if he wanted to tear her apart.
"Are you crazy?"
"Who's crazy? Am I wrong to say that you're shameless? Is it the temptation to get wet at the party? Don't tell me that Han just discussed work with you in your room. Secretary Ye, who usually looks serious and serious, seduced her boss at night? Isn't it cheap? "
Ye Huanyan's face was stiff, and he had nothing to say for a while.
"You didn't listen to me when I warned you. This slap is light."
Seeing that the second slap was about to fall, Ye Huanyan raised his hand and held her wrist.
"That's enough …"
Her eyes were cold. She made up her mind and said fiercely,
"Since you know what I just did with Ling Han in the room, how dare you treat me like this? With the status of the three of you? Aren't you afraid that President Ling will settle accounts with you? "
The three artists behind Sheng Anran lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at Ye Huanyan.
It's not that they don't understand this, but they follow Sheng Anran on the pirate ship and can't get down.
"Get out of here."
She spat out a word and glanced at the three people coldly.
The three people looked at each other and ran faster than mice.
"Sister Anran, we've done what you asked us to do. We'll go first …"
For a moment, the corridor was quiet again.
Sheng Anran looked around and sneered, "you have the ability. What? Do you think it's safe in this way? Are you afraid that we will bully you with more people? "
The party was about to end. Hearing the sound of people coming from the direction of the elevator, Ye Huanyan frowned, pulled Sheng Anran's arm, and dragged her directly into the room.
"What do you want to do?" Sheng Anran was tripped and fell on the sofa. Her face darkened and she was a little flustered.
"Bang!" a sound was heard.
Ye Huanyan closed the door and looked back to see Sheng Anran with a panicked face. She sneered,
"You're afraid, Miss Sheng. Didn't you come to me?" She looked down at her wet clothes. "Isn't this your masterpiece?"
"You deserve it. Who told you to steal other people's men?"
Sheng Anran gritted her teeth and stared at Ye Huanyan. "Don't you know that being a mistress is shameful? No one will sympathize with you if you tell others about your behavior. "
"Mistress?"
Ye Huanyan wiped her face and tucked her wet hair behind her ears. She grabbed a towel on the shelf and wiped her face, saying coldly.
"You might as well say this to yourself. I've known Ling Han for ten years. Who's the mistress?"
Sheng Anran looked stiff. "Ten years?"
Ye Huanyan's face was gloomy. Her feelings of ten years were said to be a mistress by the woman who had just climbed Ling Han for less than a year. She was full of resentment. Who could she reason with?
Was it really like what Ling Han said? Now, even an artist from the company could ride on her head?
"Ten years ago, you hadn't debuted yet. Sheng Anran, don't take yourself too seriously. Unless you really become Mrs. Ling one day, don't show off in front of me. I, Ye Huanyan, am not afraid of others' threats."
Her voice was never so cold. Even she didn't believe that she would say such a thing.
After Sheng Anran left, she sat by the bed to tidy up her clothes. After tidying up for a while, she thought of her powerful words just now. She laughed at herself and looked at the door.
Ling Han said that she had no brain, no ability, and no temper. Then she vented her temper on his favorite woman. Anyway, she was going to leave. Why should she bear this kind of vexation?
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