The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Shen Qingchuan's eyes were like sinking water, dark and gloomy, his eyes were bottomless and not calm, and there were intense emotions inside, fermenting more and more.

He pursed his lips tightly, using silence and non-response to protest Guan Boya's pressing step by step.

Just when lip bullying came up, Shen Qingchuan reached the limit of what he could endure.

Shen Qingchuan violently pushed Guan Boya away, and a second later, his neck was grabbed by a hand, pushing him forward with a fierce force.

grunted.

Guan Boya pressed against Shen Qingchuan's smooth forehead, his eyes were blurred, his tone was lingering, his voice was slow, hoarse and sexy.

"You know."

"what do you know?"

"I have been waiting for this night for a long time, my—Mr. Xiao Shen."

Guan Boya replied with a chuckle, his fingers were slightly cool, but the back of the neck under the fingertips was soft, warm and delicate.

Guan Boya tightly grasped the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck with great strength, not allowing him to dodge in the slightest, and whispered softly.

"Since you've made the appointment, you should understand that it's not just a date."

Guan Boya leaned on Shen Qingchuan's shoulder, like an enchanting beauty hanging on his body, only Shen Qingchuan knew that his whole body was locked by Guan Boya, unable to move.

"You have no way out." Guan Boya lightly opened her thin lips.

This sentence seems to be that the judge is giving the prisoner the final verdict.

Shen Qingchuan knew very clearly that what Guan Boya said was absolutely true.

It's just that he didn't want to be a soldier who surrendered so quickly. It's not his style to be defeated without a fight. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Really? I thought I was just here tonight to have fun?"

If these words fall into the ears of others.

I don't know if it will be understood that Shen Qingchuan is mocking Guan Boya's arrogance, or mocking him for throwing himself into a trap.

As if aroused by the desire to conquer, Guan Boya's thin lips curled up, curved like a harvesting scythe, with a cruel beauty, revealing a bit of natural _sexual_ violence.

The way he looked at Shen Qingchuan was very dazzling, because this is the person he loves most.

Cold and callous indifference - his little gentleman, charming too.

He wanted to see that face as clear as the breeze, dyeing him with melancholy and joy.

"Oh, then you have to be careful tonight." Guan Boya said in a relaxed tone.

"Be careful what."

"Be careful of indulging in gentle fragrance, red soft dream."

"Then what are you capable of?"

"Nothing, just a little trick."

Shen Qingchuan straightened his back, looked down, and looked at the bright toe caps. There is no doubt that Guan Boya can always bring him the excitement he has been looking for, and he is no exception. This is probably a man's natural talent. bad_root.

He is greedy for Guan Boya's cold and glamorous appearance, he is addicted to Guan Boya's deliberate seduction, and more importantly, he still loves this person who makes him worry about gains and losses, with mixed joys and sorrows.

Even if he is a man.

From the moment he stepped into the gate, he knew that it was impossible for him to walk out of the mansion unharmed tonight.

But, even if he is a lamb, he doesn't want to be a lamb on the chopping block.

"Bo Ya, let's dance a song, just like when we first met."

Guan Boya took a deep look at Shen Qingchuan, and said after a while, "Okay."

"Do you dance men's steps or women's steps?"

"You are my little gentleman, of course I am a dancer."

As long as it was what his little Haitang wanted, he would indulge and satisfy it all, even if it was an excessive request.

Of course, except to leave him.

Under the dim light, Guan Boya's facial features are cold and glamorous. He smiles deeply, his narrow and deep eyes are full of seductiveness, the tips of his hair are slightly curly, and there are faint drops of water falling down to the open skirt. The light seems to cover him. Layer hazy halo, more charming.

Guan Boya's arm rested on Shen Qingchuan's shoulder, his cold phoenix eyes, under the dim light, added a bit of confusion, but when he stared at Shen Qingchuan, his gaze was astonishingly bright, like dazzling snow light.

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The lazy soprano singing flowed from the golden phonograph, slow and deep, with melodious melodies.

The strong beat is fine, the weak beat is steady, and the rhythm is strong, which arouses people's emotions.

The two began to dance.

Guan Boya arched her insteps, stood on tiptoe, as if stepping on high heels, a rose petal was crushed by her clean feet, and it spun and spun along with the music on the smooth and bright marble floor.

Mensao to the extreme dance.

Shen Qingchuan's face was still cold, his eyes were condensed, it seemed that he was not dancing with a beauty, but a survivor who faced a ferocious and beautiful beast alone, if he made a slight mistake, he would be swallowed up without leaving his bones.

Guan Boya looked back and met, they all looked forward to Liu Guang, and the romance was stirring.

Every time Shen Qingchuan approached him, he maintained a noble pace, proudly and coldly disregarding him, wanting to greet him or rejecting him, but he was deeply entangled by him.

All this is a lingering illusion paved with tenderness and honey.

The dance steps of the two are more similar, two ferocious beasts fighting fiercely, this is a non-compromising war.

It's just that you advance and I retreat, flirting and competing secretly, even the dance partners with the highest tacit understanding, their palms are tightly held, even if every close is full of enthusiasm.

But take a look at their footsteps, one is relaxed, one is deep and the other is shallow, constantly switching between serious and romantic, constantly rotating, still facing each other.

The hem of the black silk nightgown unfolds with the whirling dance steps like a fishing net thrown by a fisherman, and the long white legs rub against the ilium at Shen Qingchuan's waist. The suit, lust and abstinence are entangled and inseparable.

Guan Boya presses every step of the way, showing weakness, but it is his favorite trick, it is a bait to lure the prey out.

His eyes are full of lust and wildness, tenderness and weakness cannot conceal his essence, to plunder the heart, invade the city, and occupy this person.

Make good use of intrigue and tricks, and use the most ruthless means to make the prey inescapable.

Shen Qingchuan wore an unsmiling and cold mask on his face, suits and leather shoes, and used proper dance steps to evade attacks, but he was already distracted.

It's like a confrontation between rivals at chess, who will capture the other's heart first.

The dance became more and more intense, and the breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes warm.

end of song.stop dancing.

Guan Boya's long, slender legs covered with a layer of smooth muscles frivolously encircled Shen Qingchuan's waist, spun around and moved to the dining table, sat on the dining table, leaned back, trying to pull Shen Qingchuan down.

"My mind is full of the image of you being intoxicated for me." Guan Boya said close to Shen Qingchuan's ear.

"I've become obsessed with you."

Guan Boya hooked Shen Qingchuan's back neck with his hand, stuck it, gently pecked and kissed, and slowly traced the outline of Shen Qingchuan's Adam's apple, leaving wet_moist_sweet_greasy water stains and red_ mark.

Shen Qingchuan held the hand on Guan Boya's shoulder and trembled slightly. He knew that he had lost, and he had lost completely, so he said, "Don't be here."

Guan Boya pulled Shen Qingchuan's tie away, pushed aside the red gauze curtain with his arm, and took him to another place.

The thin lampshade is covered with candlelight, the ground is covered with red roses, and the enlightenment stretches to a low bed_couch.

The black silk, dark purple and gold embroidered quilt is spacious enough to accommodate many people, and several transparent glass containers are placed on the short table, holding strawberries and cherries.

There are also various bottles and jars next to it, and the small glass jars are filled with light red liquid or transparent oily liquid.

Guan Boya let go, stepped onto the soft low couch, and gave Shen Qingchuan the right to choose, take the initiative or give in, of course the outcome is the same.

"Do you want to get a glimpse of it?" Guan Boya lifted up her skirt, revealing her muscular and smooth chest, and smiled frivolously.

Shen Qingchuan's breathing was short_ short, but he was still indifferent, as if his feet had taken root and were nailed in place.

Guan Boya's eyes were bright, and her long eyelashes drooped to cover the turbulent dark light.

He likes to dazzle the opponent's heart, and he controls Xiao Haitang's every move, waiting for the prey to let go of his guard and step into his trap obediently. trap.

But if the prey is vigilant and does not move forward, he will show his sharp fangs and take the initiative to attack.

"Let me serve you, mine—Mr. Xiao Shen."

Guan Boya pulled on his tie, pushed Shen Qingchuan onto the bed, leaned over and propped it up, the knees exposed from the slit of the black silk nightgown touched Shen Qingchuan's legs In between, let him escape.

The tie was off, and the suit jacket had already been taken off during the dance.

Shen Qingchuan's white shirt was still buttoned meticulously, but after that, Shen Qingchuan's expression was no longer so indifferent.

because......

Guan Boya leaned down, biting the buttons one by one, the copper belt buckle made a rustling sound, the beauty held the end of the belt in her mouth, and slowly pulled it out.

Shen Qingchuan felt that he was being tormented by a beautiful snake, bit by bit, dangerously.

As if he couldn't stand the torture anymore, Shen Qingchuan's face froze, turned over and pushed Guan Boya down, and stood up.

Guan Boya smiled, and looked up at Shen Qingchuan, smiling very complacently, he opened his arms wide and looked at him slyly, with a gesture of inviting you into the urn.

Shen Qingchuan was only wearing a cardigan shirt, and a black belt was hanging on the railing of the bed, while other clothes were scattered all over the place.

Shen Qingchuan's legs are extraordinarily straight and slender, with white and delicate texture, a bit warm and cool to the touch, very clean.

White jade-like feet_ Stepping on the open chest of Guan Boya's nightgown, the muscles are tight but full of strength. When the feet move down, there are strong abdominal muscles, covered with a layer of smooth and tight muscles, full of elasticity and explosiveness sense of power.

Shen Qingchuan stepped on it, looking like a high-ranking king, looking at the slaves below him, scanning with judgmental eyes, as if he was a cold and ruthless king.

Guan Boya sneered, her voice was hoarse and intoxicating like wine.

"Do you know what you look like now?"

"like what?"

"Like the emperor's new clothes."

With a little force on his feet and a small punishment, Guan Boya snorted, it wasn't that Shen Qingchuan's strength was too great, but a cluster of flames sprang up from his lower abdomen and burned straight to his chest. The fire was too intense, he I'm afraid I can't control myself.

His little Haitang was tortured too hard, and he was the one who felt distressed.

Guan Boya picked up the long tobacco rod on the table, swallowed the clouds, squinted his eyes half-closed, and let his little begonia toss, only the bitter smell of tobacco could make him suppress the feeling of losing control, but it was also faint. On the verge of losing control.

He grasped the delicate ankle, and rubbed the small bones on the inner side of the ankle joint with his fingers. He grabbed the ankle, and the warm texture felt good, moving up the calf.

Guan Boya raised his eyes, his eyes lit up provocatively, and when he heard the standing person making an unnatural voice, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he let go of Shen Qingchuan.

From the glass container on the desk, he took one and put it on his lips. It contained a bright cherry, and the white cigarette that had not yet dissipated was lingering around him. He raised his jaw, as if he was waiting for someone to pick it.

That look seemed to say.

"Bringing you the most delicious cherries—my little mister."

The author has something to say: Boss Guan said: After a while, refresh again.

Xiao Haitang: Understood.Don't make a sound if you understand.

感谢在2021-02-2223:46:30~2021-02-2319:19:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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