Soft temptation

Although he was in a hurry to go home, Xie Yanli stopped the car in front of a flower shop near the company.

His knuckle fingers were holding the umbrella, and the heavy rain fell on the ground, his delicate eyebrows and eyes seemed to be stained with the wetness of the rain.

In this weather, no one came to buy flowers except him.

The thank you banquet came out quickly.

He put the flower on the co-pilot, and his fingers landed on the steering wheel.

Because of the rain, today's Beijing is extremely congested.

Xie Yanli looked at the almost motionless car in front of him through the wiper, slowly frowned, and gradually became impatient.

He was rarely so impatient.

Sitting in the car and waiting for a few minutes, the front was still motionless, Xie Yanli finally couldn't help picking up his cell phone and dialing.

He listened to the voice on the phone and waited quietly until he heard the busy signal.

She didn't answer.

Xie Yanli took a deep breath, and originally wanted to hit another one, but the car in front moved.

He put down his phone, moved forward with the long convoy, and turned into the parking lot of the shopping mall at a fork in the road.

Xie Yanli parked the car in the parking lot, and got out of the car with flowers and an umbrella.

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Ten minutes later, Xie Yanli returned home.

Red camellias fell all over the grass in the yard.

The rain was so heavy that Xie Yanli was more than half wet.

He climbed up the steps, and his finger with water drops fell on the combination lock. Before he finished pressing the combination, the door was opened with a bang.

A white figure fell towards him.

It was raining heavily in the yard, and the rain fell on the camellia tree, making a crackling sound.

Xie Yanli was holding a black umbrella, and the water droplets on the tip of the umbrella kept rolling down.

The hand who was pressing the password subconsciously lifted up and hugged the person who fell towards him, preventing the wet umbrella from touching her.

His arms were wide, and he easily embraced the slender man.

Xie Yanli stood at the door, his dark pupils shrinking.

He lowered his eyes to see her clearly.

She was wearing a pearl white silk suspender dress. When she fell towards him, her satin-like hair fell down, revealing the white skin behind her.

She held his arm with both hands, and the beautifully shaped butterfly bone was slightly raised.

The sound of rain and heartbeat overlapped behind him.

Xie Yanli hugged her a little stiffly, and his brain became dull.

Until the person holding his arm raised his hand, the snow-white arm hooked his neck, whimpering like a small animal:

"Thank you for the banquet... cold..."

Her voice was soft, with faint drunkenness, stirring people's hearts.

Xie Yanli couldn't be more familiar with this tone.

That's the tone of her voice that day...

His chest seemed to be hit by something, and the sudden shock was instantly forgotten.

The always calm person suddenly became flustered, he seemed a little afraid to touch her, he hesitated for a few seconds before carefully wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her tightly to the room.

After Lou Ruan stood still in the room, Xie Yanli slammed the door behind him, shutting the heavy rain and cold wind behind him.

The dripping umbrella and the delicate flower quilt in his arms were placed on the white shoe cabinet at hand.

While he was putting things away, Lou Ruan hooked his other hand up, and leaned softly into his arms.

More than half of his body was wet, and the thin silk pajamas were quickly soaked.

The smell of wine haunted him.

"……you've been drinking?"

He tried to pull the person in his arms away.

But those two snow-white arms were delicate and smooth to the touch.

Every touch is the ultimate challenge for him.

Lou Ruan circled his neck, raised her head slightly, her eyes were misty, as if she was looking at him, but she didn't seem to be looking at him.

She stared at him for a few seconds, opened the corners of her lips towards him, with a gleam in her eyes, approached him with a smile, as if she had some secret to tell him, "Drink...a little... oh... "

The soft breath and the aroma of wine overlapped and landed on his chin.

Nerve endings began to be burned by unknown heat.

Xie Yanli closed his eyes, his snow-white Adam's apple rolled gently.

It took a few seconds before he opened his eyes again. He lowered his eyes and looked at her. His voice was so soft that it seemed to melt away, "Ruanrou, let go first, okay?"

"I'm all wet from the rain, aren't you cold?"

Lou Ruan hugged his neck and raised her head, blinked her eyelashes, raised her eyes and looked at him seriously for a few seconds, then lowered her head again.

Those snow-white arms came down slowly, and slowly and tightly wrapped around his waist, and his head was also stuck in his arms.

She even rubbed against his arms, "...don't."

Xie Yanli lowered her eyes, and the silk pajamas on her body moved away because of her movements, revealing a large piece of white skin.

He suddenly raised his head, no longer trying to reason with the drunk, and regardless of whether he was wet or not, he directly picked her up and wanted to take her upstairs.

But Lou Ruan didn't give him this chance.

She looked up at him and whispered, "Thank you for the banquet."

Xie Yanli didn't look down at her, and was about to walk into the building with her in his arms, and dealt with her casually, "Yeah."

Lou Ruan tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, looking at him with bright eyes like a small animal, her voice was tainted by the smell of alcohol, and her voice was soft and sweet, "You lower your head."

Xie Yanli did not bow his head.

She seemed a little unhappy, and pushed her head into his arms, as if making trouble for no reason, "You lower your head, you lower your head!"

Xie Yanli had already stepped on the first step, he took a deep breath and turned a blind eye.

Just go up, just hold her up, wrap her in the quilt, and lock her up.

Just go up.

But plans are just plans after all.

The person in his arms suddenly felt aggrieved, as if he was about to cry, "...why don't you bow your head..."

"You don't bow your head," she said in a small voice, as if she was whimpering, "I don't like you if you don't bow your head."

The person stepping on the steps paused, then finally lowered his eyes and lowered his head towards her.

He tried his best to restrain himself from looking at what he shouldn't, but just looking at that face, he also felt that his self-control seemed vulnerable.

She hugged him, looking extremely aggrieved, as if she really shed two tears, and the end of her eyes was red.

Xie Yanli lowered his eyes to look at her, and said hoarsely, "Why are you bowing your head?"

Lou Ruan raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on his plump Adam's apple.

It's rolling gently there.

With bare feet, she stepped on his rain-wet shoes and bit them.

Snow-white fingers grabbed his tie, bit it lightly and then kissed him soothingly.

She raised her head, the smell of wine fell on his Adam's apple, her fingers also touched it, her fingertips gently rubbed against the full Adam's apple, she raised her head as if infatuated, "I like it..."

"Love it."

Xie Yanli maintained that posture, his chest heaving deeply.

The culprit didn't stop, he raised his head and continued, "You can't kiss it if you don't lower your head."