Greedy pleasure

"Don't do it!" Yan Xiaomi was very dissatisfied, "I can wear clothes normally just recently!"

Those hickey marks a few days ago made her only able to wear turtleneck sweaters, and the pile of sexy big v-necks in the closet had been out of favor for a long time, and it was only these two days that she was "favored".

Shu Chiye's head was raised from her neck, the black pupils were on fire, and the hormonal breath increased suddenly.

"Is there anything wrong with dressing normally in exchange for my normal reaction?"

Yan Xiaomi choked, his bright eyes reflected the tendons on the side of his neck and the protruding Adam's apple.

He's on the right track, she can see that.

"It's noon, what do you want to do?" She moved her body, but he suddenly lowered his body and hugged her up.

Let her hang on him like a pendant, and walk slowly towards the big bed.

But he didn't put her down, but sat on the bed by himself, holding her waist with his hands, and let her sit on him.

"Want to go skiing?"

She sat on his lap and barely looked at him, put her hands on his shoulders instinctively, and nodded.

"Not today, some equipment hasn't been finished yet. And you can see the ski resort from the third floor up here. On the day you leave, send the others away, and I'll take you skiing alone."

Shu Chiye arranged it very seriously, trying to satisfy her little request.

Yan Xiaomi's heart warmed, and she looked at him with trembling eyes.

She is a person who does not have many demands, perhaps because no one except her mother will satisfy her any demands since she was a child.

She just asked about skiing on a whim, but Shu Chiye made serious arrangements.

"What? Can't wait?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Shu Chiye raised his eyebrows slightly, "If you don't mind being seen by others, I can take you there tomorrow."

Yan Xiaomi's originally tense body relaxed, and the hands on his shoulders were put around his neck instead, "Mind you, then wait until the day you leave."

She moved closer to Shu Chiye, and the fragrance of her body spread into the man's nose, and his eyes darkened a little.

He is not a gentleman who can sit still in the arms of a beautiful woman.

"Where's Lu Yan'an's room number?" Yan Xiaomi's fingertips brushed over Shu Chiye's ears and lips, and she felt a soft and hot touch, and she couldn't help pinching it twice.

The big hands on his waist tightened suddenly, and Shu Chiye tilted his head to avoid her small movements.

"They are out to play now, Yan Ke is watching, Yan Ke will tell us when they go back."

Yan Xiaomi withdrew her hand resentfully, squinted her eyes and asked, "Then why did you call me up here? Is it just to kiss those two?"

And there is nothing to do, everyone has to go down to gather for lunch after packing their luggage.

"What? Not satisfied?" Shu Chiye Motong narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have a way to spare an afternoon, as long as you have no objection."

Of course she has an opinion, Tao Huabai has to find her crazy if she doesn't show her head all afternoon, and Yan Zhibai has to turn this place upside down.

Yan Xiaomi pushed his chest, glanced down at the weird shape of his sweatpants, and quickly withdrew her gaze, "Then you don't let go, I'm going down!"

As soon as her words fell to the ground, the strength in her waist suddenly increased, and her body leaned forward uncontrollably.

His slightly parted lips in surprise covered the man's thin lips, and he lightly tasted the strawberry-flavored lipstick on her red lips.

It was sweet, and the air between his lips and teeth intertwined, his breathing was quick and heavy, and his rough fingers moved on her smooth back, causing a shiver.

Yan Xiaomi felt that something was going on a rampage in her body, and a word popped out in her mind, dry firewood.

She lay limp in his arms, breathing with her mouth slightly open, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blurred.

Seeing her also feel uncomfortable, Shu Chiye felt more comfortable. Even if he hurt the enemy by a thousand, he felt it was worth it!

He carefully put her on the bed, and the slight movement of her body made him groan. He got up and went into the bathroom, and washed his cheeks with cold water.

Yan Xiaomi stared at his straight back coquettishly, and later realized that he did it on purpose.

After calming down for a while, he gathered the bottoming shirt that had been deformed by him, put on the down jacket and pulled the zipper to the top, which could cover the freshly baked strawberry print.

"Let's go." Her voice was hoarse and indescribable, and she opened the door without waiting for Shu Chiye's reaction.

Outside the door, Yan Zhibai raised his hand in mid-air as he was about to knock on the door, "Brother Chi—huh? Xiaomi, why are you here?"