But he quickly regained his calm and composed appearance, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. However, there was a bit more inquiry and amusement in this smile, but he quietly concealed the waves in his heart without making a sound.
Seeing Lan Yuan's calm expression, Qing Yao's thoughts raced, and then her red lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely charming smile. She stood up gracefully, took light lotus steps, and walked towards Lan Yuan.
The slender fingers, like those of green onions, seemed to carry invisible magic as they gently slid across Lan Yuan's exposed chest. Wherever they passed, they seemed to ignite a hidden flame.
She leaned forward slightly, and the distance between them was instantly shortened. Their breaths were intertwined almost imperceptibly. Qingyao's gaze was always fixed on Lan Yuan's face, and she looked at Lan Yuan with sparkling eyes.
Her fingers slowly moved upwards, tracing along the knife-like contours of Lan Yuan's cheeks. Her fingertips gently stroked his high nose bridge and slightly pursed thin lips, and finally stopped beside his deep eyes, gently touching the corners of his eyes, as if she wanted to engrave this handsome face deeply in her heart, and as if silently plucking the deepest string in Lan Yuan's heart.
Lan Yuan's expression was as calm as water. Facing Qingyao's actions, there was not a ripple in his deep eyes. He was like a cold iceberg, unshakable by any external force.
Seeing his indifference, Qingyao felt a surge of resentment and a desire to win. With a sudden push, she pushed Lan Yuan over to the dressing table. Lan Yuan sat down, his long legs naturally stretched out to touch the ground, his posture still elegant and composed.
Qingyao approached with lotus steps, and quickly lifted Lanyuan's chin with her slender jade hand. Their eyes met, and her gaze was full of passion and charm.
At the same time, the other hand was tightly clasped with Lan Yuan's fingers, and the warm touch and tight entanglement seemed to be engaged in a silent contest.
Qingyao stared at Lan Yuan with enchanting eyes, trying to find even a tiny crack in this handsome face, to glimpse his true emotional fluctuations. However, Lan Yuan remained calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. But in the depths of his calm eyes, there seemed to be a faint light flashing by, so fast that it was hard to grasp.
Seeing Lan Yuan so unmoved, Qing Yao's irritation intensified, yet she forced herself to remain calm, her lips curling into an even more seductive curve. She leaned forward, her soft hair sliding gently across Lan Yuan's cheek like inky silk, bringing a subtle tingling sensation.
"Lan Yuan, are you really so heartless?" Qing Yao's voice was low and charming, like a sigh coming from the distant dark night. Her fingers slowly loosened Lan Yuan's chin, moved down along his neck, gently stopped at his collarbone, and pressed slightly, as if testing his bottom line.
Lan Yuan's gaze finally wavered. He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Qingyao's wanton hands. Then, he slowly raised his eyelids. There was a hint of warning in his eyes, but he concealed it well beneath a layer of depth. "Qingyao, stop wasting your time." His voice was clear and cold, like a mountain stream, echoing in the silent air and breaking the ambiguous and tense atmosphere.
Qingyao chuckled, and her laughter echoed in the room. She stood up and took a step back, her eyes still fixed on Lan Yuan. Then she pounced forward, grabbed Lan Yuan's shoulders tightly with both hands, and kissed Lan Yuan's lips desperately.
Lan Yuan was caught off guard and instinctively resisted, pushing Qing Yao's shoulders with both hands, trying to break free from this sudden and intense entanglement. However, Qing Yao's strength made it difficult for Lan Yuan to break free.
Lan Yuan frowned and was about to open his mouth to scold, but the moment his lips opened slightly, Qingyao took advantage of the opportunity and inserted her tongue, which went straight in and swirled around in his mouth.
Lan Yuan felt an unprecedented surge of shame and anger surge through his heart, and a hint of coldness and anger flashed in his eyes. He suddenly gathered his strength, and his hands grasped Qingyao's arms like iron clamps, forcing her away.
Qingyao staggered back a few steps, but stood firm stubbornly. She was breathing slightly, her hair was disheveled, and there was no trace of retreat or fear in her eyes, only those affectionate fox eyes.
Although Lan Yuan had never experienced sexual intercourse, seeing Qingyao's passionate expression, he understood what was going on. His eyes subconsciously averted, as if he couldn't face the surging heat of emotion. He turned his head away, avoiding Qingyao's blazing gaze that seemed to devour him. His voice was cold and contained a subtle hint of panic: "Go away. I'll pretend that what happened tonight never happened."
He had thought that these words would make Qingyao give up and regain some rationality and composure. However, he had obviously underestimated Qingyao's determination.
Qingyao was a person who grew stronger when faced with adversity, and more courageous with every setback. In her eyes, Lan Yuan's rejection only inflamed her inherent stubbornness and competitiveness. How could she be willing to give up? In Qingyao's heart, this top-notch man before her must be conquered by her, become hers, otherwise, she would never give up.
Qingyao grabbed Lanyuan's arm. Lanyuan was caught off guard and took a few steps back, then retreated to the bed. This was convenient for Qingyao. Qingyao straddled Lanyuan and sat on him, then lifted his chin forcefully and kissed him again.
To prevent Lan Yuan from breaking free, she even pressed down on his hands with both of hers, interlocking their fingers. Lan Yuan was frightened by Qing Yao's gesture, and at the same time, he felt a little angry and embarrassed. He wanted to push Qing Yao away, but he didn't expect Qing Yao's strength to be so great. He couldn't push her away for a while, which made it easier for Qing Yao to do whatever he wanted.
I saw that in the struggle, my bath towel had disappeared, and Qingyao's nightgown was slightly rolled up, revealing her white thighs. Especially from Lan Yuan's perspective, when he saw Qingyao's clothes, the beautiful scenery of her chest was clearly visible, which made Lan Yuan shy instantly.
Qingyao took the opportunity to make Lan Yuan finally give up his resistance. With a little effort, Lan Yuan was completely convinced. This is what it means to be subdued by sleeping.
Lan Yuan didn't know how Qingyao succeeded in the end. He looked at the marks on his body with a slightly gloomy look in his eyes and grabbed Qingyao. Qingyao was much more tolerant of Lan Yuan after he succeeded. This was the first time she used force on a man. It can only be said that male beauty can make people bold. At this moment, seeing Lan Yuan grabbing her arm with force, Qingyao knew that Lan Yuan was angry, but who was she?
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