Chapter 12 Chapter 12
She watched Shen Luohan gradually raise his eyes, and the look he gave her was so gloomy that it was terrifying.
"Chen...Chen Luohan..." Qiao Yanrou had never seen him like this before, and he had never released in front of her the kind of pressure that belonged to a high-level psychic who was about to reach the super-level.
Shen Luohan stood up slowly. His tall and straight figure and the aura of a strong man made Qiao Yanrou, who was leaning against the door, tremble with fear.
"Was the day Zhang Keqing was injured the day you made the decision?" His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but with a sense of urgency.
When Qiao Yanrou saw him coming, the pressure from the powerful man made her, a beginner psychic, instinctively panic.
She tried to retreat, but her back always hit the hard door.
"Yes." She did not deny it.
Shen Luohan approached her and raised his hand to gently stroke her face.
"No wonder you won't let me touch you since that day."
There was danger in his voice, and the gentle caress of his hands caused Qiao Yanrou to tremble.
"Even if I held you for just a minute or two, you ran away."
Qiao Yanrou felt very unfamiliar with the Shen Luohan in front of her. He was very different from the Shen Luohan she knew before.
"I gave you a chance." She had to take a deep breath before she could speak smoothly.
At this time, Shen Luohan's fingertips gently rubbed her earlobe, and her white ears instantly became delicate and tempting.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you." He remained calm.
Qiao Yanrou's ears and neck are very sensitive areas. When he touched her like this, her body had already become half limp.
"Open the door," she said.
Shen Luohan took a step forward with his long legs, placed his right leg between her left and right legs, and pressed his body closer to her, almost locking her between him and the door.
His lips lightly touched her ear, and the man's strong hormones continued to stimulate her.
"I don't agree with you about breaking up."
Qiao Yanrou endured her body getting weaker and weaker. It was not good to be too sensitive.
"You...you let me leave first." She was a little panicked.
"Yanrou, when will you realize that this is the end of the world?" The low, magnetic voice was close at hand.
"How could I let you go?" He was her man, and he knew too well the sensitive spot that Qiao Yanrou couldn't bear. He opened his lips and teased her earlobe.
Qiao Yanrou hummed softly and was pressed into his arms. She knew that she had misjudged Chen Luohan. She thought he would break up with her out of guilt, but she didn't expect... he would refuse to let her go.
She wanted to say something, but his hand restrained the back of her neck. She tilted her face up and her lips were slightly open, making it easier for him to open his mouth and penetrate her lips, snatching the tip of his tongue from her mouth. The kiss was so crazy that he seemed to really want to swallow her up.
Qiao Yanrou was so passionately kissed by him that her pretty face flushed and she was forced to entangle with his tongue.
Her low moans were blocked by him, broken into pieces by the crazy kiss.
Inside the suite, Qiao Yanrou was facing the door, with Chen Luohan pressing her between the door and him. He held her in his arms from behind.
"...I've been restraining myself all this time, afraid of scaring you."
His thin lips pressed against Qiao Yanrou's ear, which had already lost its consciousness: "Today, I will no longer restrain myself."
He placed another hot, wet kiss on the side of her neck.
During this time, someone knocked on his door and said they had something to discuss. He was hugging Qiao Yanrou on the sofa and said hoarsely to the outside of the door: "Get lost."
Outside the door, extremely sharp lightning blades hung on the necks of Qiu Te and Zhang Keqing, only a millimeter away from separating their heads from their bodies.
Qiu Te and Zhang Keqing were so frightened that they dared not even breathe or say a word. He left the second floor with Zhang Keqing, who looked extremely unhappy.
For almost a whole day and two nights, Shen Luohan couldn't let go of her and was reluctant to let her go.
Early that morning, he laid the unconscious Qiao Yanrou on the bed and leaned over to kiss her slightly swollen lips.
Shen Luohan walked out of the suite and saw a figure leaning outside the door. It was Ji Yuanchen.
The faint dark circles under Ji Yuanchen's eyes revealed that he hadn't slept much in the past two days. His extremely handsome face even had stubble, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all.
“Luohan, let her go.” He advised Shen Luohan.
The few lights in the corridor dimmed at this moment, hiding the figures of both people in the darkness.
"Let her go? She's mine."
The lights flickered on and off, leaving only Ji Yuanchen leaning outside the door.
Qiao Yanrou was sleeping soundly in her dream, and her face felt itchy. Her lips seemed to be touched by a soft touch for a long time, and the other party left reluctantly.
A deep and familiar voice rang in my ears, saying, "...How pitiful."
It was so real that she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. It sounded very much like... Ji Yuanchen's voice.
She fell asleep again, and when she woke up, the sunset outside had already shone into the room through the curtains.
Qiao Yanrou came to her senses and remembered that because she broke up with him, she accidentally exposed Shen Luohan's true face.
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