Yi Ren from afar

The atmosphere in the restaurant was eerie and ambiguous.

Sun Zhanyi's eyes became more presumptuous, and he caressed the other person's body with his eyes unscrupulously, reddish and moist lips, open neckline skin, flat belly, and slender legs.

Sun Zhanyi licked his slightly dry lips, put his left hand on the other's waist, hugged the slightly drunk and confused person with an ambiguous posture, held the red wine on the table, and coaxed him to drink.

Ye Mingyuan didn't have so many complicated thoughts, his mood was already gloomy, and he kept drinking cups of red liquid as if trying to escape his sorrow.

There was a knock on the door, and the butler pushed the door in. Sun Zhanyi suppressed his anger and listened to the butler's report, and ordered coldly, "Go out."

Sun Zhanyi looked at the person lying on the table with a sneer, took off his suit jacket, threw it on the chair on the right, turned around, hugged the unconscious person on his lap, and pressed the other person's back close to him on the chest.

Sun Zhanyi's left hand clasped the opponent's slender waist, and his right hand walked restlessly on the opponent's body. His lips lingered on the neck, smelling the sweet milk fragrance, and lifted the hem of the opponent's skirt, feeling tight and delicate, slightly The skin is wet and slippery, and the breathing gradually increases.

Sun Zhanyi stood up, hugged Ye Mingyuan, led him out of the dining room, and walked step by step to the dark room on the third floor. The waiters in the corridor all bowed their heads, and the servants continued to work without paying attention.

The security personnel stopped at the door of the darkroom knowingly, and heaved a long sigh of relief when the door of the darkroom was closed.

Sun Zhanyi put the man on the bed, tore off the mask of refinement and elegance in front of him, roughly tore the other person's clothes, grabbed the other person's hair with one hand, and pulled the naughty person off the bed.

Ye Mingyuan groaned in pain, Sun Zhanyi grabbed his hair forcefully, forcing the other person to raise his head back, looked at the other person's cheeks flushed, and smiled straight to the bottom of his heart, rubbed his rosy and shiny lips with his thumb, leaned over Bite violently.

Panting, Sun Zhanyi let go of Ye Mingyuan, stood by the bed and let him lie on his side weakly, staring at the unknown person on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt little by little, and taking off all his clothes one by one .

Sun Zhanyi leaned over and carried the person on the bed to the bathroom. The warm water from the shower sprinkled the two of them, making the unconscious person lean his back against his chest, pinch the other's chin with his right hand, and look at the other's body in the mirror. face.

Biting the other's earlobe lightly, the temperature from the tip of the left finger placed on the other's waist reached directly to the bottom of my heart.