Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

"Since you don't want to fight, then just go to bed." The smile on Nan Qiao's face suddenly faded, and he warned in a low voice, "Otherwise, don't blame me for really tying you up."

Tang Yisheng was so shocked by Nan Qiao that the hairs all over his body stood up. He subconsciously wanted to step back, but with the door behind him, there was no way he could retreat.

There was a moment of stalemate.

"Do you have to let me do it?" Nan Qiao sighed softly when he saw that Tang Yi remained motionless, and moved his wrist as if he was helpless.

It seems that having good physical fitness also has its disadvantages. Every time he wants to do something, he has to use up his energy first.

Nan Qiao sighed a few words in his heart, and then suddenly got angry and punched Tang Yisheng. The wind of the punch cut through the air and made a slight roar.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that if it falls on you, it will definitely be uncomfortable.

"Nan Qiao!" Tang Yisheng roared, turned his feet quickly, and hurriedly avoided.

"What's wrong?" Nan Qiao's voice was calm, and when he spoke, he punched out again. This time Tang Yisheng took a step slower, his fist grazed his cheek, causing a sharp wind.

"I said no!" Tang Yisheng narrowly avoided it, gritting his teeth and emphasizing, "It's useless to fight."

"Oh." Nan Qiao refused to listen and continued.

You have to try it to know if it works.

But Nan Qiao didn't really want to hit anyone, so he didn't hit hard.

Tang Yisheng knew that his current physical strength was insufficient, so he did not dare to confront Nan Qiao. He only attacked once in a while and could only dodge the rest of the time.

Uppercut, leg lift... one after another, almost without interruption.

Tang Yisheng dodged again and again, and before retreating, he was already forced to the bedside.

almost.

Nan Qiao saw the right opportunity and kicked Tang Yisheng in the thigh.

How can silk socks be non-slip? Tang Yisheng's feet slipped out, his body lost balance, and then he fell hard on the bed.

"Well..." Tang Yisheng's head hit him on the quilt and he was immediately dizzy for a moment. When he regained consciousness and wanted to get up, it was already too late.

Nan Qiao had already put her hand on his chest and pressed him down immediately. Then he grabbed his arms, exerted a slight upward force, and easily fixed his hands above his head.

Tang Yisheng had been drugged and then had a "fight". Tang Yisheng now had very little strength left and could not struggle or get up.

Ruined.

After several struggles to no avail, Tang Yisheng closed his eyes weakly, feeling a wave of despair welling up in his heart.

He stopped moving and lay there, like a plate of food being brought to the table, quietly waiting for Nan Qiao to enjoy it.

After a fairly intense running and jumping experience, even though he was now stable, Tang Yisheng's breathing was still chaotic, with gasps overflowing from his mouth one after another.

The only shirt that was still considered clothing was in a mess, barely hanging on the body, and the occasionally exposed chest heaved up and down.

The broken hair on his forehead was messy, and some strands were directly stuck to his skin due to sweat. His face was flushed and his cheeks were hot.

In Nan Qiao's eyes, this look was tantamount to seduction.

Tang Yisheng didn't know what he looked like now, but he could see Nan Qiao. After just one glance, he didn't dare to look into Nan Qiao's dark eyes.

"Nan Qiao, are you a pervert?" Tang Yisheng had already accepted his fate, knowing that he would definitely not be able to escape, but he still spoke unforgivingly, and his eyes were stubborn, looking very unconvinced.

"Why don't you do it well?"

"Why are you thinking about a man's butt!" Tang Yisheng still couldn't understand Nan Qiao's strange preference.

"That's really embarrassing." Nan Qiao smiled sweetly, and she also ran and jumped, but she didn't look as embarrassed as Tang Yisheng at all.

"I'm determined to be a pervert today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Qiao lowered his head and pressed forward.

Caught off guard, Tang Yisheng let out a low whimper uncontrollably. After that, except for a few meaningless moans, he could no longer say anything else.

It should be Tang Yisheng's territory, but Nan Qiao, the intruder, was unceremonious, more comfortable and arrogant than Tang Yisheng himself.

Not only must they squeeze Tang Yisheng's space, but they must also squeeze Tang Yisheng himself, not allowing him to enter or retreat. He can only be trapped in place by Nan Qiao, and he will bully him without any restraint.

This was Tang Yisheng's first kiss. As someone with no experience at all, he had no choice but to endure it silently.

Almost all the air in his chest seemed to have been robbed. Tang Yisheng felt as if he was deprived of oxygen. His head was dizzy and he could not condense any specific thoughts. Even his eyes felt like a foggy rainy season. A blur.

When Tang Yisheng thought he was really going to suffocate, Nan Qiao finally pulled away a little later and let him go.

Fresh air surged into his chest instantly. Tang Yisheng instinctively opened his mouth and gasped for air. His lips were shiny and the color of his lips was particularly bright.

The soft breath fell on Nan Qiao's face, and there was a warmth that could not be ignored.

"Huh..." Tang Yisheng tried his best to calm down, Nan Qiao slightly curled his lips, lowered his head and came closer again, asking him how he felt: "How do you feel, Tangtang?"

Tang Yisheng tilted his head and said with great disdain: "That's it."

My loved ones are out of breath, what can I do? It must be very rubbish.

"Ha..." Looking at Tang Yisheng's stubborn mouth, Nan Qiao burst out laughing.

Without arguing with him, she raised her hand downwards and began to trace the curves of his body with her fingertips.

Tang Yisheng's body was so hot that his hands were hot. In comparison, Nan Qiao's hands were cool and felt a bit comfortable when they fell on his skin.

Nan Qiao lowered her head to kiss him. A soft and moist kiss fell on his forehead, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, and finally on the corners of his lips.

No longer rough at the beginning, but as gentle as water.

"Well..." Tang Yi gasped deeply, feeling the warm and soft touch on his skin, his eyes gradually began to become blurred.

Although he didn't want to admit it, his body was really fed up with this. In just a short time, it went against the master's will. The tight muscles softened under Nan Qiao's gentle comfort, and he was a little addicted to it. in.

Got somewhere.

"Nan Qiao..." Tang Yisheng subconsciously reached out to grab Nan Qiao, but he only put a hand on her hand and used no strength.

Nan Qiao could naturally tell that Tang Yisheng's resistance was no longer firm. He smiled softly, clasped his palm with his backhand, slipped his fingers into his, and intertwined their fingers.

"Give it a try, okay?" Nan Qiao gently kissed his lips and coaxed in a low voice.

Tang Yisheng was silent for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and avoided Nan Qiao's gaze.

"Ah."

The voice was hoarse and soft.