The soft and tender princess is loved by everyone and the love-brains just want to get on top

Yan Jiaojiao's heart trembled, and she had a bad feeling.

She wouldn't have played herself into trouble.

"That's enough. I don't want to go on." Yan Jiaojiao said confidently.

Song Shiyan looked at her, buried his face in her neck, licking that small piece of white, tender and smooth skin. There seemed to be fragrance between his lips and teeth.

"But I still want to continue..." He pretended not to hear her and wanted to hold her hand and go further.

Yan Jiaojiao subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Song Shiyan would never let her go so easily.

"Don't do this, I'm scared." Yan Jiaojiao sensed the dangerous aura and her tone softened.

Yan Jiaojiao's eyes were very beautiful, like autumn water, and now his face was reflected in her black and white eyes.

"Jiaojiao, don't be afraid. Help me, okay?" Song Shiyan's tone was full of coaxing, and while saying this, he did not forget to move her hand down.

By the time Yan Jiaojiao felt the strange touch somewhere under her body and realized what he wanted to do, it was already too late.

She was a little angry and wanted to push him away: "Let me go..."

Song Shiyan pretended not to hear and continued, "Jiaojiao, call my name."

Yan Jiaojiao: “…”

Just let her call her?

She doesn't!

Yan Jiaojiao tilted her head and didn't look at him.

Song Shiyan held her face with one hand and coaxed her softly, "Good boy, call me by my name."

"You didn't tell me your name." Yan Jiaojiao retorted.

Song Shiyan paused for a moment before realizing that he had only told Yan Jiaojiao to call him A Yan, and he had not yet said his name.

"Song Shiyan, Jiaojiao must remember my name." Song Shiyan looked at her with a smile.

The more he said this, the less Yan Jiaojiao wanted to scream.

She just didn't believe that Song Shiyan could do anything to her.

Seeing her stubborn look, Song Shiyan said calmly, "It doesn't matter. I have plenty of ways to make Jiaojiao call me by my name."

……

half an hour.

Her hands felt hot.

Yan Jiaojiao gnashed her teeth and tried to push him away: "Song Shiyan!"

dog man!

Song Shiyan's breath was disordered, and he laughed in a muffled voice: "Jiaojiao, call me again and let me hear it."

Yan Jiaojiao: “…”

Yan Jiaojiao made a note of him in her heart.

The little flame in my heart is about to soar into the sky.

She's starting to get angry!

I was so angry that my eyes started to turn red.

shameless!

How dare he do such a thing with her hand!

She felt unclean.

She was really bewildered just now. If she had known he was so shameless, she would not have come to see him at all.

Now, she couldn't beat him and couldn't do anything to him.

She wanted to slap him now.

As if knowing that he was somewhat out of control, Song Shiyan reluctantly stopped, raised his hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you angry?"

Asking questions knowingly!

Yan Jiaojiao's face flushed red, and it was unclear whether she was shy or angry. Her eyes, which usually always had a smile on their faces, were now tinged with anger.

"Be good, don't be angry anymore, okay..." He was wiping her with a handkerchief while inadvertently trying to coax her, which became the fuse for Yan Jiaojiao.

She couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him.

In the silent room, the sound of the slap was particularly clear.

The air around seemed to drop several degrees suddenly, and it was extremely cold.

Song Shiyan's voice suddenly stopped and he stared at her with dark eyes.

"It seems that Jiaojiao still has a lot of energy. Why not try again?"

Song Shiyan's brows were sinister, and there was a hint of anger in his tone as he spoke in a deep voice.

He is not a good person to begin with, and no one has dared to slap him in the face yet.

Yan Jiaojiao's body trembled, and tears fell unexpectedly.

Her voice was soft to begin with, and her words were tinged with tears, making her sound even more pitiful.

Song Shiyan's anger suddenly disappeared.

I realized later that I might have gone too far, after all, she was still a virgin.

Song Shiyan stood up, straightened her body, held her gently in his arms, and let her face him.

There were obvious burning tears in those eyes.

In the past, if there were other women crying and feeling wronged in front of him, he would only feel annoyed and would not even look at them twice.

But when facing Yan Jiaojiao, he actually found that she was very attractive when she cried.

Makes him want to break her...

"Jiaojiao, please stop crying, okay?" His voice returned to its usual state, even with a tenderness that was hard to conceal.

"...Go away, don't touch me." Yan Jiaojiao pushed him away without even looking at him.

He just sobbed silently, his body trembling, and he looked so pitiful.

Song Shiyan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Song Shiyan's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of helplessness, and he said: "Jiaojiao, it's my fault. I won't scare you anymore, okay? I won't touch you again tonight, don't cry..."

But Yan Jiaojiao just ignored him and kept her head down.

Song Shiyan was afraid that she would get angry, so he pulled her hand over and put it on her face: "If Jiaojiao feels angry, why not hit her again?"

"My hands are sore from hitting them." Yan Jiaojiao said in tears and with an aggrieved tone.

Song Shiyan used a little force to push her hands open, and her white and tender palms turned a little red.

He kneaded it gently, trying to help her feel better.

"I want to go back to my room." Yan Jiaojiao stood up from the bed and wanted to get out.

After all the tossing and turning, Yan Jiaojiao's clothes were a little messy, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell what she had just experienced.

Song Shiyan didn't want anyone to see her like this.

"I'll send Jiaojiao back." he said.

Song Shiyan stood up, put on his clothes, and half-knelt down to tidy up her messy clothes.

"No need for you, I can go back by myself." Yan Jiaojiao didn't want to see him now.

Song Shiyan didn't let her do what she wanted and just picked her up.

Soon she was carried back to the room.

As soon as Yan Jiaojiao touched the bed, she rolled to the innermost part of the bed.

"I'm going to go out for a while." Song Shiyan left a word and disappeared.

But after a while he came in with water.

"Jiaojiao, come here, wipe yourself off before going to sleep."

Song Shiyan brought hot water from somewhere, carried her out of the bed and placed her on his lap.

In fact, he had just cleaned it himself, but he didn't use water to wash it.

Yan Jiaojiao watched him wiping her face with a focused expression, feeling resentful in her heart.

Where are you going?

It's too late now.

She thought she shouldn't see him for the next few days, as he bullied her and forced her to do that kind of thing against her will.

"Host, did you really cry just now?" Cha Cha suddenly asked.

"Why? Not like?" Yan Jiaojiao asked slowly.

"It's quite similar. She looks so pitiful. Song Shiyan's attitude has changed visibly."

It’s just that Cha Cha is one with her, so she can naturally feel her emotions.

The reason it asked this was because it didn't seem to feel that Yan Jiaojiao was really sad.

"That's natural, otherwise why would he feel bad?"