After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"Let me go, let me go!"

The drunk Jiang Wanyu struggled in Song Qiyan's arms, muttering, "You bad guy, you always lie to me."

"Lie to you?"

Song Qiyan walked to the bedside where Jiang Wanyu was lying, squatted down, held her red face, stared at her tear-stained eyes and said, "Except for hiding my identity, I have never lied to you."

"nonsense."

Jiang Wanyu pouted and tried to turn her head away.

"You said you liked me, but it turns out you liked a man."

"man?"

Song Qiyan frowned slightly, not knowing what Jiang Wanyu was talking about.

"Who told you that I like men?"

"Chihua! My elder and second brothers also said that you don't like women. No wonder you didn't like the beautiful Miss Jiang who pursued you for seven years."

The alcohol made Jiang Wanyu lose the rationality to analyze the truth of the matter, and she just kept talking.

After a pause, she closed her eyes slightly with tears in them, bit her lips halfway, looked a little aggrieved, and pointed at Song Qiyan's nose and said, "So I should believe what you say?"

Not close to women?

Hearing this, Song Qi Yan burst out laughing.

He just doesn't want to worry about these things before they are accomplished. Why are people spreading rumors about him like this?

So, she misunderstood Chihua's words?

"What? Jiang Wanyu, do you really think I won't do anything to you?"

Song Qiyan brushed away Jiang Wanyu's fingers, stood up, and with a cunning smile, he supported himself on the bed with both palms, half bent over and approached Jiang Wanyu, staring straight into her eyes.

In an instant, the distance between the two of them shortened a lot, and Song Qiyan could even feel Jiang Wanyu's rapid breathing.

"What? Are you bisexual? Do you like both girls and boys?"

The drunk Jiang Wanyu seemed to have her brain clouded by alcohol and lost her rationality, but her courage increased greatly. She simply put her nose in front of Song Qiyan and talked nonsense under the control of her hazy consciousness.

Suddenly, the tender and delicate tip of the nose collided with the tall nose tip, as if showing a sign of non-surrender.

"Before you said you wouldn't like me and bullied me. How could I know whether you really liked me or were just playing a trick on me? And now you're lying to me again? How can I trust you?"

"What about this?"

After saying that, Song Qi Yan lifted Jiang Wanyu's slightly red chin, bent down and kissed her.

Suddenly, the aroma of the wine lingered on the tips of their tongues.

As Jiang Wanyu struggled in panic, Song Qi Yan slowly held Jiang Wanyu's legs and lifted her up. As her body gradually straightened, the man kissed her more deeply.

In panic and confusion, Jiang Wanyu slowly lifted Yu Jie and carefully watched the man kissing her.

The two of them were very close to each other. Song Qiyan's ears were red and his eyes were closed. His long, black eyelashes appeared in front of Jiang Wanyu like two rows of fans painted with thick ink.

"Now? Is that enough? Isn't my love for you obvious enough? Jiang Wanyu."

He slowly pulled out the thread of love, with a hint of affectionate shyness at the corners of his eyes. His eyes were fixed on her cheeks which were slightly red from the wine. His tone was a little gentle, but also a little firm.

"Of course I like you. If we weren't married and you hadn't expressed your feelings, do you really think I could bear not to touch you? Who do you think I am? Of course I am also a man."

She pursed her lips lightly, with a bit of suppressed wildness in her eyes, and her words repeatedly provoked Jiang Wanyu's heart.

"So? Jiang Wanyu, can you please stop hating me? Can you please like me this time?"

"I………"

Jiang Wanyu stared blankly at Song Qiyan's eyes, paused, and suddenly smiled, raising a naive and romantic smile that was intoxicated by alcohol, "But I have never hated you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Wanyu held up Song Qiyan's face and took the initiative to hook her lips around Song Qiyan's.

It was soft and tender, not as sudden and fierce as before, but it was soft and slipped into his mouth actively.

Jiang Wanyu's initiative completely panicked Song Qiyan.

But the wild desire and overflowing love gradually collided, causing the frightened eyes to slowly close as he stared.

Slowly, the well-defined fingers climbed up and hugged the back of Jiang Wanyu's head.

He began to respond to her gentle kiss, wave after wave, like ripples on the surface of a lake, interweaving with each other, but unable to shake off the hot sparks that continued to rise beneath the calm.

Gradually, both of them began to try to respond to each other in the kiss. Jiang Wanyu was even groping, running her tender red fingertips from the man's hot neck to the red ear tips, and then to his back.

With her hands hooked around his neck, under the influence of alcohol, the sincere love in her heart became increasingly wild and emerged from the thin shell buried deep in her heart.

There was no struggle, no resistance, and even no active response to his surging emotions.

The interweaving of women and the overturning of emotions made Song Qi Yan's kiss so smooth and natural for the first time that he was reluctant to separate.

So she likes me.

Joy gradually melted away in the turbulent heart, overcoming all rationality, becoming crazy and natural.

Under the influence of alcohol, the air became ambiguous and hot, and the two kissed from the table to the bed.

After a while, the two opened their mouths, with affectionate thoughts hanging between their lips. They looked into each other's eyes and exhaled hot breath.

"Wanwan, can you just keep loving me like this?"

Song Qi Yan pursed his lips, held Jiang Wanyu's face, and looked closely at the beautiful woman.

He was not affected by the alcohol, but he completely fell for Jiang Wanyu's active hug and kiss, which broke the last boundary in his heart. He began to kiss Jiang Wanyu's ear tips, smooth neck, and seductive lips wantonly.

He gradually took off his heavy clothes, revealing his feelings for her, and leaving those burning marks on her body bit by bit.

"Song Qiyan."

Jiang Wanyu called softly, hooking her arms around Song Qiyan's neck, not resisting the man's kiss, nor resisting having her clothes taken off.

The alcohol made her dizzy, her vision blurred, the rationality in her mind faded, and the love in her heart gradually emerged.

The heart that had never been loved before and had gradually built up self-defense began to disintegrate little by little in the tossing and turning hot air.

Thinking about everything with him.

From the beginning to now, she gradually picked up the feelings that she was not aware of in her memories.

As I explored and felt it carefully, apart from the unbearable heat in my body, what came to my mind was not resistance, but to cater to his preferences.

After repeated exploration, I finally seemed to have found the answer.

Song Qiyan, it seems I like you too

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