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Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the colorful night, the bright moon is dotted with stars, and the dark sea surface is sparkling with silver light.
Unfortunately, neither of the people in the room had any intention of appreciating the scenery.
Song Li sat across his waist with a rope in her hand. The scene was inappropriate for children and would be censored.
The room was in a mess, especially the bed sheets, which were obviously wrinkled. It was obvious that there had just been a fierce battle. Of course, don't think about it in the wrong way, it was a very pure battle.
Three hours ago, Huo Siyuan had teased Song Li all day, nearly causing her to break from running. Finally, Song Li waited at the door, finally catching him that evening.
Unwilling to live in so many vacant rooms, Huo Siyuan obediently walked into the trap.
"Ali, as long as you can vent your anger, you can hit me as much as you want, just don't hurt your hands." Huo Siyuan opened his arms with a heroic look, and the slapping smile on his face made him look like he deserved a beating no matter how you looked at it.
Song Li was angry.
She took revenge by pressing Huo Siyuan, who had cooperated with her obediently without any resistance, onto the sofa, and found that this man, who looked delicate and tender, was actually very rough and thick. Her attack was just like tickling.
Song Li knew Huo Siyuan's weak spot, a man's indescribable part, which even the toughest man could not resist if touched. But she didn't dare to be too presumptuous. What if he accidentally fired it?
Originally, Song Li just wanted to punch him a few times to vent her anger, but Huo Siyuan's ability to attract hatred was too high, and he could easily make her so angry that she was jumping up and down, which made Song Li's anger level rise rapidly.
Blinded by anger, Song Li glanced at the sturdy railings on both sides of the bed, and instantly felt evil in his heart.
And then, here is the scene now.
Song Li pulled out a bed sheet and used it as a rope. He quickly tied the man's hands to the head of the bed and tied them tightly.
A hint of surprise flashed across Huo Siyuan's eyes, but he still had a smile on his face as he let her do what she wanted. Not only was he not panicked at all, but he was very interested and eager to try.
"Ali, so you like playing this?"
He licked his dry lips, breathing heavily, with a small flame burning in his eyes, staring at Song Li as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.
Song Li smiled grimly and reached out to pat his handsome face: "Yes, I like it very much, Huo Siyuan, if I don't kill you today, I won't be named Song."
Huo Siyuan chuckled, with stars in his eyes: "Ali, you can have the surname Huo."
Song Li snorted coldly and tore his clothes off roughly. In the novel, the hero would tug at the heroine's clothes lightly, and they would break like tofu dregs.
But Song Li pulled hard for a long time, and Huo Siyuan's clothes were still on him, with only a few buttons popping off.
Song Li: “…”
This is a bit embarrassing.
Song Li sat on his waist in a very gangster posture, and his hands were fighting with his shirt. If the two of them switched genders, the minimum sentence would be three years.
"Hmm..." Huo Siyuan chuckled, "Ali, how about you untie my hands first, and then tie them up after I take off my clothes? Don't worry, I won't resist."
Song Li: “…”
grass!
It sounded like she really wanted to do something to him that was indescribable and would be censored!
Song Li's movements were stiff, his hands paused here, not knowing whether to pull or not.
Huo Siyuan looked at her leisurely.
Song Li glared at him.
His shirt clung to his body, a bit torn and ripped, revealing his muscular chest and beautifully toned figure. Every muscle was explosive yet perfectly proportioned, incredibly sexy—the finest work of the world's top artists.
Even more captivating than this was his handsome face. This son of destiny, favored by the world, had a face so exquisitely portrayed in the original storyline that it was truly breathtakingly beautiful, with every eyelash and eyebrow perfectly placed. His flawless skin, with not even a pore visible, was truly enviable; he was so beautiful he looked almost inhuman.
As Song Li stared, his face inexplicably turned red, even spreading to his ears, neck, and collarbone.
But the expression on her face was still fierce.
Huo Siyuan couldn't help but let out a series of muffled laughs.
"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!" Song Li was angry and embarrassed.
I'm clearly trying to teach him a lesson, but why does it feel like the other way around?
Huo Siyuan clearly seemed to be enjoying it. To him, it wasn't torture or revenge, but a reward.
Got fooled.
It’s a big loss.
Song Li hit him to vent his anger, then glared at him fiercely and got out of bed.
Seeing that Song Li didn't take any further action and instead walked away, Huo Siyuan raised his eyebrows, looking at Song Li with some confusion and a sense of unsatisfied desire: "A Li?"
Song Li put on his slippers and walked straight to the door.
"Play by yourself, huh."
"Ali! Don't..." Huo Siyuan smiled bitterly, "At least untie me first, are you going to let me stay like this?"
Song Li turned his head and looked at the disheveled man, whose hands were tied to the messy headboard, looking like he had been abused. "Don't you like playing this? It's fun!"
Huo Siyuan blinked and licked the corner of his lip: "Ali, I only like to play with you."
"Play by yourself!" Song Li turned and left. Just as he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and a sinister arc suddenly appeared in his mouth.
"You like playing with me, don't you?"
Song Li changed his mind and turned to walk towards Huo Siyuan.
When Huo Siyuan saw her coming back, the curve of his mouth deepened a little, and the smile in his eyes almost overflowed.
"yes."
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