Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan hadn't reacted to the sudden change in her attitude towards the cold. The cold and tough wall behind her rubbed her back, and she sucked in pain.

Song Qinghuan didn't even think about it, so he kicked forward with his knees bowed.

Shi Yuhan opened her feet slightly, leaned forward with her knees, and got stuck between Song Qinghuan's legs, making her unable to move instantly.

Song Qinghuan was just like that, caught in the cold circle by the time.

She raised her eyes to look at him, the look in her deep eyes, flickering and flickering, making people indistinguishable, making her feel that dealing with this uncertain man is really too exhausting.

When Yuhan watched, Yuhan suddenly came up little by little, and Song Qinghuan's breathing was tight.

"You, you..." She wanted to reach out and push, but his wrist was held in his palm again.

I want to struggle, but I can't make it anymore.

Song Qinghuan suddenly felt wronged inexplicably, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, and he looked at him in such a scared manner: "What do you want to do?"

Shi Yuhan tilted her head and leaned over, with her lips touching the roots of her ears, and she gently wiped her ears twice.

Song Qinghuan shuddered and bit her lip, but her body became more and more stiff.

The posture was so ambiguous that she didn't dare to move for half a minute, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, for fear that a small movement would accidentally fall to the bottom of the cliff.

Shi Yuhan stopped moving, and whispered in her ear: "This way, to lure me, how should I return your heart-warming? Huh~"

These words burst into Song Qinghuan's heart like thunder.

She looked at him in astonishment: "What are you talking about? What lure, you are sick, let go!"

Shi Yuhan looked down, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, sliding a touch of sarcasm.

Song Qinghuan followed her gaze and saw that her bathrobe was almost completely loose, and the snow-white abundance was exposed outside, and the cherry red on the abundance was looming, much like a beautiful landscape.

With a "bang" on his face, his face was red like blood, "Ah!!!"

She yelled, and hurriedly said: "No, no."

Immediately, she pushed hard to keep him out of the cold, trying to push him away, and then tidy up the clothes, but she couldn't push him anyway.

"Seduce|seduce, seduce|seduce you a big-headed ghost, you let me go, I hate you the most." Song Qinghuan was so angry that he jumped.

Shi Yuhan still looked at her indifferently, his eyes were as dark as night, and his low voice couldn't hear any emotions, and he warned without hurriedly: "It's better not!"

As he said, he slowly withdrew his hand.

"Do you think you are..." Song Qinghuan glared at him with fire-breathing eyes, reaching out to tidy up his clothes.

The action was very rude and gravity because of anger, and his elbow was bent just to hit the wall behind.

The elasticity of the wall was so great that she pushed her whole body forward...