One second he was fighting fiercely with someone, the next second gentle fragrance.
The switch was too fast, Qin Hanyue still hadn't fully detached himself from the pitch dark tense environment just now, so Qiao Ying's sudden passion made him a little caught off guard.
He was pushed down and sat on the sofa.
Before he could react,
she followed closely, kneeling on one knee on the sofa, kneeling between his legs, one hand bracing his shoulder, the other hand pinching his chin, her soft lips covered his again, the scent of wine was very sweet.
Her actions were a bit heavy, but after all she was a girl, her lips and tongue weren't forceful enough.
Qin Hanyue didn't feel her force heavy at all, on the contrary he felt she could be more rough.
Except for that time in the small hotel in Peru, when she was venting and taking initiative, this was the second time she was so passionate.
Usually, not to mention her taking the initiative, even when he took the initiative he didn't dare make big moves, most of the time he could only skim the surface, take a taste and stop.
This love was really pure.
Especially these days, he almost got the cold shoulder from her, just now in the hall he even watched helplessly as she and Lin Cheng walked in together arm in arm.
When someone who was usually cold suddenly became passionate without warning, it really made one both startled and delighted, and hard to digest.
Qin Hanyue passionately reciprocated her passionate kiss, his hands followed to embrace her slender waist.
The dress had a cinched waist design, which showed off her figure very well, just now in the hall, looking at her, he wanted to embrace her.
He embraced her, and accordingly wanted to press her down.
But as soon as he made a move, she removed the hand that was pinching his chin, then pushed down on his shoulder, the force was neither light nor heavy, as if saying: "Don't move." This successfully stopped him.
Qin Hanyue could only forcibly suppress the urge to press her under him, instead he tightened his arms to embrace her even tighter, his big palms forcefully caressed her waist affectionately, and also pressed her towards himself, wanting to get closer to her.
But Qiao Ying grabbed his hand and pulled it off her waist, the aroused Qin Hanyue didn't think and embraced her again, the next moment she pulled it off again.
The other hand was also quickly pulled off her waist by her soon after.
Not letting him hold her.
He then realized she was unhappy in her heart now.
What was going on? Qin Hanyue subconsciously worried.
He vaguely smelled blood on her, but that should be irrelevant, first of all there were almost no people who could hurt her, if she was injured, she should have gone to take revenge first, rather than increase intimacy with him abnormally.
Qin Hanyue forced out a shred of sanity to maintain his thinking ability, he thought it over, could it be that she saw him talking to Kala in the hall and got jealous?
Before Qin Hanyue could confirm, his thoughts were forcibly disrupted by her, Qin Hanyue lost his ability to think, he wholeheartedly invested in and felt.
She didn't let him hold her, Qin Hanyue could only try his best to control his hands not to move again, he now presented a look of letting her vent however she wanted.
She put her other leg on the sofa as well.
She knelt between his legs, climbing on his shoulders, her actions meant she wanted to go further, which made Qin Hanyue's brain fill with blood directly.
Abstinent for thirty-two years, how could he withstand such teasing.
He thought of how she looked now, the red dress, skin fair as snow, desire then uncontrollably swelled, at this moment he had a crazy idea in his heart, he wanted to leave his mark on her, he wanted to completely possess her.
Once indulging, the scene formed, Qin Hanyue lost his reason, the two on the sofa kissed more and more fiercely.
Their breaths madly mingled, almost merging and assimilating each other.
Qin Hanyue was extremely joyful in his heart, but his body was suffering, his punched chest was even more suffocating.
His brain had turned into a hot porridge, completely led by her, by desire, all the blood in his body was boiling and clamoring.
But Qiao Ying suddenly withdrew at this time.
Qin Hanyue who was still completely immersed didn't even remember to hold onto her, he sat leaning against the sofa, breathing heavily, looking at her, the jet black pupils full of the desire to tear her apart and devour her that she provoked.
A large swath of light shone in from the balcony, the room wasn't dark.
Qiao Ying's chest heaved with her breath, she raised her hand, casually swept back her long hair, her gaze slid down from Qin Hanyue's face.
Throat, chest, waist, and further down.
She hooked the corner of her mouth, her eyes held the pleasure of revenge.
And then she ruthlessly abandoned the person, turned and breezily left.
Without a word.
Leaving the fiery Qin Hanyue sitting alone on the sofa clueless, tidying up his unreleased desire.
Her smile made Qin Hanyue certain, she was jealous.
Qin Hanyue's breath was still chaotic, he lowered his eyes to look at himself, then his shoulders slumped, helplessly closing his eyes, facing the sky, silently enduring the consequences of his rotten peach blossoms.
Her way of venting her displeasure, to Qin Hanyue was simply cruel, it could practically kill him.
Just now he was still foolishly thinking, could she want to have substantial relations with him at this time?
He was excitedly looking forward to it and depressed at the same time that their first time would be in this broken place, this wasn't even a good time... Qin Hanyue's temple veins jumped, both angry and amused.
His aroused body couldn't calm down for a while.
Qin Hanyue felt hopeless.
The lights outside lit up again.
Qiao Ying first went to the washroom to reapply her lipstick, then returned to the hall, at this time the men and women in the hall were dancing.
Qiao Ying looked around at a glance, and didn't find Lin Cheng's figure.
She found Moon Shadow, chatting with her for a few sentences, then Moon Shadow called Flowing Shadow and they quietly left the hall together...
Her gaze met Lai En walking towards her.
Lai En came before her and made an inviting gesture: "I wonder if I have the honor to invite Miss Qiao to dance the first dance tonight."
Before Qiao Ying could speak, Lai En also said: "Everyone is watching me, Miss Qiao give me some face."
Qiao Ying was unmoved: "I'm waiting for Lin Cheng."
Lai En looked disappointed, but still unwillingly said: "Then can I book Miss Qiao's second dance?"
Qiao Ying felt her mouth was still full of Qin Hanyue's breath, she took a glass of wine from a passing waiter, drank some to dissipate the taste he left.
Indifferently said: "I only dance with my boyfriend."
Lai En could only give up.
Qiao Ying: "Shouldn't Mr. Lai En go invite Karina to dance?" Her gaze followed to land on Karina.
Lai En was somewhat embarrassed: "Yes, but Miss Qiao you also know, with her face now..." Speaking of her face, I really want to know, was it really done by Miss Qiao?"
His eyes flashed with brilliant light, extremely curious.
Qiao Ying didn't care about his curiosity: "But Mr. Lai En also knows, only by marrying Karina, will he have a greater chance of inheriting the position of king."
Lai En smiled, leaned down slightly, whispered intimately near her ear: "Miss Qiao hopes I marry Karina to inherit the throne? Just because you don't want your boyfriend Lin Cheng to be snatched away?"
His gaze was then attracted by her slightly swollen red lips next second.
Qiao Ying turned her face away, not hiding to avoid his breath.
Lai En: "Does Miss Qiao know, once I inherit the throne, Lin Cheng's days in C Country won't be as good as now."
Qiao Ying drank some more wine: "So I should break up with Lin Cheng, and persuade him to marry Karina and inherit the throne."
