The breath on Yan Zhenxing's body became more and more hot, and he wrapped the woman in front of him layer by layer, making the other person's face seem to be stained with a layer of drunken crimson.

The temperature inside the house was rising.

Yan Zhenxing lowered his head at some point, staring at the woman in front of him with burning eyes.

Although the two had their backs to the bedside light, and the woman almost completely fell into his shadow, Yan Zhenxing could still see each other's appearance clearly.

Therefore, he knew very well how delicious the woman in front of him was.

Her face is as fresh and beautiful as hibiscus emerging from water, her eyes are crystal clear, but there is a trace of a calm and calm smile, her nose is straight and small, and her lips are more like cherries after rain, stained with dew and delicate Incomparable.

Yan Zhenxing's Adam's apple rolled slightly again.

He has never paid attention to women, and he doesn't know what kind of women he likes.

But tonight, when he pressed a woman against the wall, he felt that the type of woman he liked should be like this.

Realizing this, Yan Zhenxing's eyes flashed coldly.

Nan Yuan didn't seem to notice the man's strangeness, and asked with a light smile: "Does Brother Yan mind my peeping? Brother Yan doesn't like me staring at you, not even when filming? I just think that when you're filming The state of being is so attractive that one can't help but want to take a few more glances..."

Yan Zhenxing lightly sniffed the faint fragrance on her body, feeling the softness of her chest, and then staring at the woman's lips that opened and closed, suddenly her brain became hot.

He suddenly lowered his head and grabbed the delicate touch, tossing and sucking fiercely. For a moment, he seemed a little hesitant, but he still succumbed to desire, went directly deep, and attacked the pool and swept the ground.

After Nan Yuan's eyes flickered, her eyes were half-closed, and while her hands were relaxed, she wanted to break free.

Unexpectedly, this person only relaxed for a moment, and then clasped her ten fingers suddenly and pressed them against the wall, making her hands unable to move at all.

Oh, at this time, I didn't forget to trap her hands.

Precaution is really not that heavy.

I don't know how long it took before Yan Zhenxing left delicately from that side, his breath had become turbid, and his eyes had a trace of wandering.

Nan Yuan was also a little disturbed by his kiss, but she still looked at him and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Yan Zhenxing took a sip, as if recalling the taste just now.

"It's sweet," he said honestly.

After speaking, he couldn't help but lowered his head and took another bite, and then straightened his body, his voice hoarse with a hint of eroticism, "Miss An, you passed my test."

"What test?" Nan Yuan asked knowingly.

"The female assistant's test."

"It turns out that the female assistant has to go through such a test." Nan Yuan curled her lips, half a smile.

"You are the first." Yan Zhen said.

"Oh, it seems I'm honored. But Brother Yan, you hurt me." Nan Yuan shook her hand.

Yan Zhenxing hesitated.

"Why, Brother Yan is reluctant to let go?" Nan Yuan's eyes swept across his body, "Or, Brother Yan wants to go further? There is no sound insulation here, if Brother Yan doesn't mind—"

A look of annoyance flashed in Yan Zhenxing's eyes, he released her suddenly and turned his body, trying to suppress the strangeness of his body with the fastest speed.

At this moment, something on the table fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

"Thank you for the Band-Aid." Yan Zhenxing took the opportunity to pick up the Band-Aid next to the backpack, stared at Nan Yuan for a while, then went straight to the balcony, and then jumped gently in front of her, then jumped again, that's it He flexibly climbed to the balcony next door and returned to his room.

Nan Yuan looked at the night outside and yawned.

...

That night, Nan Yuan slept well, but Yan Zhenxing next door was sleepless.

As soon as he closed his eyes, some pictures would be played back in his mind, and some details that he had not paid attention to because of his vigilance were all played back one by one.

Yan Zhenxing's breath became chaotic, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

He got up and went to the bathroom.

After taking a cold shower for 20 minutes, Yan Zhenxing finally calmed down after he came out with cold air.

After that even-handed contest, Yan Zhenxing finally understood why those people thought of the beauty plan.

Men's instincts can easily make them lose some judgment, and then fall into each other's love trap, not to mention that he is a man who has never touched a woman.

Yan Zhenxing couldn't help but think of something very far away.

At that time he was sixteen and his friend was eighteen.

No, they can't be called friends, only the same kind who are struggling together in the dark. That person's strength is second only to him, so the two deal with each other more than others.

Later, he saw the man die in a woman's bed.

The woman was wearing a white skirt and had shoulder-length black hair. When the knife stabbed into the man's heart, there was a innocent smile on her face.

When the love between men and women was the most intimate, the girl that the man liked stabbed him to death with a knife, and blood stained the girl's white dress.

The man once said that he liked the way a girl wore a white dress the most, and when the other party smiled at him in a white dress, it was like a light shining into his dark world.

Yan Zhenxing scoffed at this. People who have been in the dark for a long time always long for light, but they don't know that some lights are not light, but just smoke bombs released by the enemy.

After a brief splendor, death awaits you.

Yan Zhenxing was not surprised at that time.

Before that, he had seen many scenes of children killing people.

It was only through that incident that he realized more deeply that seemingly weak and harmless creatures such as women and children are often the most dangerous.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhenxing turned his eyes to the window, and his eyes were intertwined with **** and coldness.