Jiang Liwen was stunned. In her daze, she only felt the neon lights on her head coming down, and the suction around her fell into her ears, but she could no longer hear it. The male lips and tongue were coaxed dexterously and domineeringly, sucking all over her mouth. The most sensitive softness, every slight movement, stirred her nerves and made her toes curl up involuntarily. The coolness between her lips was like a good spring, with a hint of mint, filling the tip with her tongue.
She has never had an intimate action with a man. Her brain is about to be hypoxic, and her heels are like catkins floating in the air, soft and weak and unable to touch the ground.
The hot body temperature belonging to a man, through the shirt, is like an invisible net, and the heat surrounds her body. At that moment, the temperature of the cool night seemed to rise a lot. She instinctively stretched out her hand and climbed up this powerful support, invisibly leaning closer to him. . . . . His taste is more intoxicating than alcohol.
In an instant, a feeling of dizziness struck her, and her heart hit her chest vigorously, almost making her wonder if she had a heart attack. It turned out. . . . . Is this what the editor said about being in full swing?
A man's taste is more capable of enchanting the central nerve than alcohol, and her whole body seems to be hanging in midair.
"How about?" He asked Xu Sheng, and the breath blended with her.
She didn't speak. In fact, she didn't know what to say at all. Her whole body was soft, and she had no strength, and she would have even slipped to the ground if it weren't for the slender and powerful hands around her waist.
He smiled and gently bit his tender red lips, gently caressing the most sensitive and tender part of her lower lip, causing her to tremble involuntarily.
"Do you also provide special services here?" She tries to push the man who bewitched her away, blushing like nothing.
Ye Fanli raised his thin lips:" special service, haha. . . . . "
"Your price should be expensive, right? " Jiang Liwen pressed her head in a trance.
The people around him took another breath, and the bartender's face began to turn white, and he stepped forward and took a step:" This lady, he is not. . . . . "
"Jim." Ye Fanli interrupted the bartender with a cold voice, his brown eyes lowered with a faint warning.
Jim swallowed the words between his throats and said nothing more.
Ye Fanli reached out and raised the woman's chin in front of him, and slowly rubbed her fingertips out:" For Night?"
The man's straightforwardness should make Du Liwen feel a little at a loss. She was slightly smoked and could only stand firm with her arms.
He disliked compulsion, and polite questioning would have made the night better.
Of course, Ye Fanli is even less likely to allow anyone to reject him.
"Go prepare a room," it was said to the waiter at his side.
The bartender's eyes widened in disbelief, and, in his opinion, the nightclub never took the initiative to ask for a room, and it was often those women who stuck it over, and he always looked down upon them.
But, today. . . . .
The bartender shook his head. He must have drunk too much. The woman looked quite pretty. Could it be that the nightclub has changed its taste recently?
The drunk Jiang Wenli did not hear the surrounding sound. In the darkness, a low smile sounded in his ears: "Are you willing to follow me? Um?"
The sound seemed to be magical, and she nodded and slid her face to the left, leaning against the man's neck.
Ye Fan's brown eyes suddenly sank, like a dark night, floating so that people could not see the bottom.
He took her into a room with ambiguous lights, untied her long hair with an evil smile, and a stormy kiss with aggression devoured her thoughts little by little. . .