Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Qi Yan instinctively wanted to refuse, but Shen Rao seemed to sense her intention and puffed up his cheeks, refusing to give in.

"We're going to get married after we meet our parents, and you can't even kiss me?"

"..."

Qi Yan didn't quite follow his train of thought, but when she glanced at him and saw his expectant and cautious eyes, her heart softened.

She raised her hands to hold his handsome face and kissed his thin lips, very lightly, like a dragonfly touching the water.

But it easily stirred Shen Rao's heart. At that moment, it seemed as if fireworks exploded in his mind, brilliant and grand.

His eyes were soft, deep and gentle. He licked the lips that had been kissed, and there was still a slight numbness left.

Qi Yan thought it was over. Just as she was about to stand up and reach for the bag next to her, she was pulled back and kissed like a storm, as if to make up for the past few years.

It was not until her waist and abdomen were pressed against by the burning heat that Qi Yan pushed away Shen Rao, whose eyes were almost filled with love and whose face was full of lust.

He suppressed the irritability on his face and his clear voice became a little hoarse.

"Okay, stop."

If we continue like this, there will be an accidental discharge of the gun.

Shen Rao put his big hands around her waist, one hand supporting her waist and the other hand stroking her waist.

The bandaged hand rubbed and it itched, while the other one felt hot.

Dark and slightly seductive.

"What's wrong? Don't you know how to take responsibility?"

"..."

Qi Yan almost bit her tongue, held his hand, and gasped.

"It's still too early."

"It's too late. I'm almost thirty and still a virgin. It's all your fault..."

Shen Rao accused softly.

He didn't struggle to break free of her hand, but just leaned his forehead against hers. Their eyes and breathing intertwined and blended at such a close distance.

The charming atmosphere spread unbridled, tightly enveloping the two of them.

Qi Yan was amused by him. He was almost thirty, twenty-five. She didn't know how he calculated it.

Her lips curled up uncontrollably and she kissed the corner of his mouth soothingly.

"Don't be impatient. You should take it seriously the first time."

"...How do we make it important? Lay out rose petals?"

Shen Rao narrowed his eyes and asked if he didn't understand.

Qi Yan was silent for a moment, then pulled up his left hand, pinched his slender and beautiful fingers, and said seriously.

"At least you have to wait until he proposes, gives you a promise, and takes action before you give yourself to him."

Shen Rao's heart trembled, and he glanced at Qi Yan's persistent fingers, which were where the engagement ring was worn, and were also the closest to the heart...

He knew all this when he was preparing to propose three years ago.

Shen Rao felt his heartstrings being pulled again, beating wildly and uncontrollably.

It took a long time before he heard his own voice.

"Will you propose to me then?"

"…If you want."

Qi Yan paused and made a solemn promise.

But Shen Rao was dissatisfied with this sentence at this moment.

I don’t know if she has become spoiled by the gentle Qi Yan, or if the young master has gotten angry.

"What do you mean as long as I want? Don't you want to?"

When he said the second half of the sentence, he lost his temper and looked at her anxiously.

Qi Yan looked a little stunned and asked without thinking.

"You just want to?"

"You can only propose if you want to marry me! What's the point of you asking me to do it if I want you to?"

Shen Rao became stubborn, gritting his teeth and staring at her.

Qi Yan pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

It seemed as if no one had ever asked her if she wanted to.

When she was a child, she had no choice. When she grew up and could make her own decisions, she realized that her "thoughts" were too heavy.

It was too easy for her to get everything she wanted, but the education she received since childhood taught her that rights come with more responsibilities and more concerns.

Those in power cannot have too many desires.

So she could only stand there and watch others running towards her, because as long as she moved, it would mean the earth would shake.

The giant behind her is her support and also herself.

That was too coercive, like she was coercing someone.

Therefore, many of her actions are passive, because she has too many concerns and always has to consider the overall situation.

This is a common problem among the Qi family: they are cautious, sincere, and overly responsible.

Qi Yan was in deep thought for too long, and Shen Rao, who was tough at the beginning, became like a deflated ball.

Just when he wanted to say, if you don’t want to ask, I can.

Qi Yan raised her head and held his hand again, and then he was pressed down on the back of the sofa.

With their fingers interlocked, she held him under her body, her cold eyes flashing with a strange light.

A pleasant voice asked in a low voice.

"Can I think about it? Can I think about it as I want? Can I do it to you?"

"..."

Shen Rao didn't understand what she meant, but when he looked at her eyes which were too close to him, he rolled his Adam's apple.

"Can……"

"Won't you regret it?"

she asked again.

"will not."

he answered.

Qi Yan pursed her lips and smiled, then pressed her lips against his and whispered before the kiss.

"If you regret it, tell me as soon as possible and I will let you go."

"Woo..."

Shen Rao's answer was drowned in the powerful kiss.

He had never seen Qi Yan like this before. She made no secret of her desires, was alluring, breathtakingly beautiful, and captivating.

Before he lost consciousness, he only heard her helpless reminder amidst her heavy breathing.

"Shen Rao, breathe."

"..."

after an hour.

Shen Rao collapsed on the sofa, his face redder than the shrimps just out of the pot, and he looked like he had been cooked.

With his thin lips slightly open, the desire in his black eyes was about to overflow from his eye sockets, and there were some physiological tears hanging at the corners of his eyes.

Shiny and red.

Qi Yan's expression, on the contrary, was very calm. He was taking out some documents from his bag and looking through them. His clothes were neatly arranged, in stark contrast to Shen Rao, who had his chest bare next to him.

She looked like a jerk who pulled up her pants and walked away after being a hooligan, or a jerk who refused to help others clean up.

After Shen Rao recovered, he covered his face and huddled in the quilt like a bullied young wife, with only his head exposed.

He gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice.

"Qi Yan, where did you learn this?"

He had never seen those torturous methods before!

Qi Yan didn't look at him. He touched his head with one hand and held the information with the other hand, and said lightly.

"self-taught."

"..."

Shen Rao said nothing and let her rub his head like he was stroking a dog. After a while, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

This gentle comfort made him feel at ease, and he hadn't felt so at ease in a long time.

Ten minutes later.

The sound of steady breathing was heard.

Qi Yan withdrew her hand from stroking his soft hair, looked at his half-exposed face under the warm yellow light, and touched his fingers that were relieving their force.

After a few minutes, he gently picked the person up and placed him on the soft big bed.

When Shen Rao was put down, he frowned, hugged her neck restlessly, squinted his eyes, led her to the bed, and said vaguely.

"We sleep together..."

As he spoke, he wrapped himself around Qi Yan's limbs like an octopus. When she was trapped on the bed, her expression was a little dazed. She was stunned for a while before looking away.

The handsome and three-dimensional facial features were close at hand, and I looked at his fair skin and overly long eyelashes.

Qi Yan inexplicably wanted to touch it, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, his wrist was grabbed.