"...Hmm?" Yuan Jiang's slender back pressed against the cold wall, a chill running through her body. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, so close that Si Yan's heavy breath burned her cheeks, making her eyelashes tremble: "Want to try?"
"I also want to know, is what we're having—a baby or a toddler?"
Si Yan's arms wrapped tightly around Yuan Jiang's waist and back, holding her firmly in front of him. As she uttered suggestive and provocative words, his heart pounded, and he was so excited he felt like he was going to die.
His deep green eyes gazed at Yuan Jiang with a smile, the smile on his lips deepening. He slowly straightened his back, resting his chin on the top of her head. The sweet scent of her hair filled his nostrils, and a feeling of excitement, stimulation, and satisfaction spread through his body, causing a suppressed groan to escape his throat.
"Well..."
The master's body is still so soft.
"Siyan, hello s... ah." Yuan Jiang looked at him with a smile, her slender fingers casually entwining his dark hair. As soon as she finished speaking, she curled her lips and raised her small foot to step on the back of his shoe.
"Help me take off my shoes?"
Si Yan lowered her eyes. Yuan Jiang's usual attire leaned towards a pure yet sexy style. Today, she was wearing a white puff-sleeved shirt and a pink high-waisted pencil skirt that reached her knees, paired with a pair of seven-centimeter light pink high heels.
The heel of the shoe stepped on the instep of his foot; it didn't hurt, but rather stimulated him.
Si Yan's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he inexplicably felt a surge of heat in his body. He released Yuan Jiang's hands, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his black shirt to reveal his fair collarbone, took a step back, and knelt down on one knee.
Long, slender fingers gently grasped Yuan Jiang's ankle, took off her high heels, and placed them beside her legs.
"Then what?"
"Master, do you want to make a baby with me here?"
Yuan Jiang smiled slightly, leaning against the wall with her back turned. Her movements were slow and elegant as she placed her left foot on Si Yan's left shoulder.
In this position, the host could see the hidden pink lace as soon as he looked up.
Glug, glug,
The sound of swallowing saliva echoed in the quiet dance studio.
"The curtains aren't drawn," she reminded him with a smile.
The emcee's heart skipped a beat.
His breathing became heavier, his gaze burning, and he locked his eyes on her full lips: "Master, shall we draw the curtains?"
"Aren't you going to pull it?" Yuan Jiang tilted her head, feigning confusion, her charming voice trailing off: "Someone could come in at any moment."
"Master of Ceremonies, do you want to be seen?"
“See us making love in the dance studio.”
When such blunt and explicit words came out of Yuan Jiang's lips, Si Yan didn't find them vulgar at all. On the contrary, he thought... she was damnably alluring!
In reality, Si Yan's psychology is not very healthy or positive. He is paranoid, gloomy, and enjoys the kind of crazy and stimulating sensations that arouse his senses. That is the most authentic side of him.
For example, the last time he saw Yuan Jiang and Jiang Ci standing together, all the dark and crazy thoughts in his heart drove him to become a mad dog. He fought with them without regard for anything else. The punches that landed on him didn't hurt. Instead, they excited him.
He kidnapped Yuan Jiang and had sex with her in the unfinished building; he seemed determined to kill her.
But more than any of these things, he loved Yuan Jiang.
Yuan Jiang was his whole life.
"Do you want others to see this?" Si Yan asked with a low laugh.
Yuan Jiang secretly smiled to herself as she noticed the changes in the man's body.
If she says she wants to, will he not draw the curtains?
Paper tiger!
Pretentious!
She raised her red-rimmed fox-like eyes and mischievously kicked his chest with her little foot. Sure enough, she heard Si Yan's breathing become more rapid before she slowly spoke:
"Yes, I do."
"Let others see from outside the window that you and I are working hard together in the dance studio."
“Heh…” Si Yan’s voice was hoarse beyond belief. He grabbed Yuan Jiang’s ankle and pulled her off his body. He stood up and drew all the curtains in the dance studio, plunging the room into complete darkness.
With a "click," the banquet master turned on the lights, suddenly bringing back the brightness. The glaring light made Yuan Jiang instinctively close her eyes.
His burning palms caressed her waist.
He opened his mouth and bit her earlobe: "Wife, your... appearance can only be seen by me."
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