Su Zhinian didn't answer Song Qingchun's question. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment. Suddenly, Song Qingchun was hugged in the next second, striding meteorically to the large conference table, reaching out, and putting the laptop on the desktop. Sweep to the ground.

With the confusion of "ping-pong", Song Qingnian was placed on the cold and stiff table by Su Zhinian. She hadn't reflected what Su Zhinian would do. Su Zhinian's slender body It weighed heavily on her.

"Su Zhinian, you..." Song Qingchun's words were only half said, and his lips were blocked by him.

He pried open her teeth vigorously, sweeping the softness of her mouth fiercely.

His hand stretched in quickly from under her shirt, rubbing her skin.

Her consciousness was quickly distracted by him, and then his lips began to move all the way down and fell to her neck-neck, clavicle, and xiong.

His fingers also receded from her dress, unbuttoning her buttons one by one, and pulling her clothes off one by one.

She was completely sunk by him, she felt the impulse in her body, she wanted more, she raised her hand subconsciously, hugged his neck, and there was a rumbling low-muzzle in her mouth. Sound.

But his original violent, fierce, and hot-hot action suddenly stopped when she made a subtle, charming voice.

She was blushing, her eyes closed, and she waited for a moment. Before waiting for his next move, her brow wrinkled subconsciously, and then slowly opened her eyelids.

At the moment when her eyes met his eyes, he was still entangled with her-the cotton-squat-for the first second, suddenly moved her lips from her neck-neck, in front of her face And slowly stood up straight.

Song Qingchun froze for a second, only to find out that the breath of the man had been shrouded in thinness for some time.

She blinked somewhat puzzled, and looked at his deep black eyes again.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to ask him how to stop and finally closed again.

His always indifferent face, at this time, the alienated expression seemed to have just been intimate with her, just a dream she had.

He looked directly at her eyes quietly for a moment, and then moved the beautiful and delicate lips: "A normal man, when faced with a woman's pick-and-seek, will react, this is the most basic physiological reaction. , Has nothing to do with feelings."

However, only he knows that he is not a normal man, except for her, he will not react to any woman in this world.

"However, there is a physiological response, it does not mean that I will definitely want you!"

Song Qingchun heard this, and finally realized why he had just heard her question, but did not say anything, but pressed her on the cold desk, entangled.

It turned out... he told her by action that even if she gave him a strong impulse, but at the most critical moment, he could stop himself at any time.

But what about her? I thought he had her in his heart and lost control...

Song Qingchun's hand subconsciously grabbed the table underneath, the stiff marble tabletop, pressing her fingertips into pain, but she didn't feel it at all, just continued desperately holding down.