There was a bright warm yellow light in front of her, the room was dazzling. She could still hear the sound of the air conditioner, the rustling of the drizzle, and the ambiguous swallowing sound.
Wen Yifan slightly raised her head, enduring this strange and indescribable touch, she felt that her thoughts had become slow. She couldn't spare any energy to think about Sang Yan's words, her whole body and mind were wandering with his movements.
Sang Yan's body was hard, it was like a silent shroud, mixed with a familiar and intoxicating scent. There was still moisture on his body, water gathered at the ends of his hair, a few drops fell from time to time, it was slightly cold.
It was so warm that it made her sink uncontrollably.
But she was a little sober because of the coldness.
Wen Yifan's eyes were confused, she stared at the light in front of her, then moved down. She noticed that Sang Yan's clothes were still neat, she held his head and said with a trembling voice, "Sang Yan, you didn't turn off the light …"
Sang Yan raised his head when he heard her.
Under the bright light.
The man's complexion was cold and pale, the color of his lips was darker, with a charming water stain. His eyebrows were sharp, shallow, and his pupils were pure black. Now that he was infected with lust, his facial features were sharp, but they didn't decrease in the slightest. His aggressive nature seemed to have multiplied.
He was like a blatant aggressor.
"Turn off the light?" Sang Yan let go of her hand, the hem of her shirt that was hooked by him fell down and fell back to its original position. His voice was slightly deep with a smile, "Then how do you look at me?"
"… …"
Sang Yan's body lay back on the bed after he finished his words. He even grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She was caught off guard, her upper body leaned forward and half of her body was lying on top of him.
During this period, the wound on Wen Yifan's right leg was accidentally rubbed by his pants.
It was a slight tingling sensation.
Wen Yifan frowned subconsciously.
Sang Yan was a little stunned when he noticed her expression. He let go of her wrist, looked down, and suddenly realized, "Did you touch the wound?"
Before Wen Yifan could say anything, he had already sat up.
"Come here, let me take a look."
Wen Yifan whispered, "I didn't really touch it, it doesn't hurt."
Sang Yan didn't say anything, he just held her knee and stared at the wound on her thigh.
It had been three or four days.
Scabs had already formed in several places, and their color had darkened. They were slightly red and swollen because they had been soaked in water. Only two of the deeper wounds had faint traces of blood. Her skin was so white that it reflected the light, making the wound look serious and shocking.
At this moment.
Sang Yan suddenly felt that he was the "beast" he had just mentioned.
Her leg injury had not yet healed.
Furthermore, he had just told her about his experiences.
He hadn't considered whether she would be repulsed by such a thing.
After a while.
Sang Yan gradually straightened his body. The lust in his eyes did not seem to disappear at all. At this moment, there was a tinge of regret. He straightened his lips, raised his eyelashes and stared into Wen Yifan's eyes. "Sleep," he said directly.
Wen Yifan was stunned.
As if he didn't want to continue, Sang Yan slowly combed the stray hair on her forehead. His eyes were as dark as ink as he stared at the marks he had made on her body. "I'm going to take a shower."
"…"
Wen Yifan looked back at him.
At this moment, he felt that the situation was extremely absurd.
Her body was still wet and sticky. She felt that every corner of her body had been kissed by him and was filled with his scent. It was like using a feather to continuously tickle her body, but in the end, this was the only process.
It was the indescribable desire that was aroused by him.
It was also because of him that it became silent and didn't receive the slightest bit of response.
Wen Yifan was still sitting on his body, her eyes motionless.
She didn't know whether it was her or Sang Yan who had a problem.
He was the one who had taken the initiative.
He was the one who had hugged and kissed her.
He was the one who had inexplicably stopped because of an insignificant matter in the end.
Wen Yifan felt like a tool. She could only bear it blindly and couldn't give any opinions. Thinking of what Sang Yan had just said, she pursed her lips and couldn't help but say, "Do I still have to pay?"
Sang Yan didn't react. "Huh?"
"I think if I return your service," Wen Yifan's eyes were slightly hooked. She was born with a seductive look, and the affection in her eyes hadn't faded yet. She sniffed slightly and said slowly, "I'm at a loss."
"… …"
After saying that, Wen Yifan moved her legs and wanted to get down from his body.
The next moment, she was pressed down by his hand.
Wen Yifan looked up and met his half-smiling eyes, "What did you say?"
"… …"
Sang Yan's expression was a little incredulous as if he didn't expect to hear such a thing. He pressed against the back of her waist and leaned on his body. He said word by word, "Tell me, what's the loss?"
Wen Yifan held her breath because of the distance. She regretted what she said impulsively.
She didn't know how to explain it, so she simply gave up, "You didn't meet the charging standard …"
Sang Yan's eyelashes lifted slightly and the corner of his lips twitched when he heard this. He hugged her and brought both of them back to the previous position. This time, his strength was a little gentler than before.
He grabbed her wrist and slid it down and stopped at the hem of his shirt.
"What's the charging standard?"
"… …"
Everything that happened next was guided by Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan's hand was grabbed by him. His shirt was pushed up and his muscular abs were revealed. His voice was soft and obviously bewitching, "Do I have to show you here?"
He continued to move up.
"Or here?"
Wen Yifan could feel her hand being held by him as she slid it across his body. The back of her ears were gradually burning. She didn't know how to react other than listening to him flirting with her.
Until it reached his collarbone.
Sang Yan looked at her and his tone seemed to be provocative, "Are you done?"
Wen Yifan was a little slow to respond.
"What's the next step?" Sang Yan pressed her head down and put his lips next to her ear. His voice gradually became softer as if he was speaking with an airy voice, "— — It's time to enjoy."
Wen Yifan's brain instantly exploded when she heard this.
His next two words were followed by a shock. "Customer."
… …
Wen Yifan sat in the same place and didn't know how to react. She licked the corner of her lips and stared at the man's Adam's apple and collarbone in front of her.
Sang Yan whispered, "Why aren't you kissing?"
"… …"
"Don't you feel that it's a loss if you don't touch after spending money?"
His words seemed to be seducing her. Wen Yifan couldn't help but fall into his trap. She lowered her head and kissed his Adam's apple. Her back was fixed by him and she could clearly feel his burning hot body.
Sang Yan panted lightly. He felt that all her actions were like torture that continuously challenged his patience.
Soon, he couldn't restrain himself anymore. He lifted her head and bit her lips hard.
His palm slid down and touched every part of her body.
Unknowingly, their positions had changed. Wen Yifan lay on the bed. She was in a trance because of his words and actions. She really felt like she had spent a lot of money to buy a top prostitute.
At the last moment, Sang Yan reached out to turn off the light and took the box on the bedside table.
In the dim room.
Wen Yifan heard the sound of the packaging being torn.
Everything around her became unreal. Only the person in front of her was extremely clear.
Sang Yan's movements were gentle and patient. He kissed her lips soothingly and then slowly invaded her inch by inch. She felt the pain. Her mouth unconsciously made a soft whimper, but she didn't have any intention to retreat.
She didn't like any man's touch.
Except for him.
In front of Sang Yan, Wen Yifan just wanted to be closer to him.
The rain outside seemed to be louder. It fell pitter-patter and beat against the window. From slow to rapid, the sound of falling also changed from light to heavy, spreading in this boundless night.
Sang Yan imprisoned her and gradually increased his strength. He just wanted to completely make her his.
Years of longing had turned into a dark sense of violence at this moment, swallowing his reason like silk peeling off a cocoon.
The next moment, Sang Yan heard Wen Yifan's nasal voice.
"Sang Yan, it hurts …"
He came back to his senses and said hoarsely, "Where does it hurt?"
Wen Yifan's eyes were red. She hugged his back and couldn't say anything.
"Why don't you say anything?" Sang Yan lowered his head and kissed her chin. His action was obviously gentler, but he didn't hide the naughtiness in his words, "If you don't tell me, how do I know where it hurts?"
Wen Yifan still didn't say anything.
"You don't want to tell me?"
He tilted his head slightly and moved closer to her ear, nibbling her earlobe.
"— Then just bear with it."
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