Chapter 263 The two-faced wild rose that the military commander wants to provoke (14)

Wen Yansheng lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the "man" in front of him who had been challenging his bottom line, his cold brows were tinged with crazy and chaotic lust.

Coupled with his handsome face, she is instantly charming and alluring.

Apparently he was driven crazy by her plan of circle after circle.

"Marshal, do you think I'm her?"

Wen Yansheng's throat rolled. He had already broken the rules by saying that sentence just now, and now he didn't want to fall into her verbal trap again.

He didn't answer, but his eyes became more and more profound as he looked at her.

Her red lips opened and closed as she asked again.

"I'm curious, we haven't said a word from the train station to here, why is the Marshal so sure?"

She looked at Wen Yansheng quietly, moving closer, with the gun no longer pointed at her chest.

She stepped intimately on the military boots again, and the black coat and the dark blue military uniform suddenly stuck together.

The fit is so seamless that one would want to tear the unsightly clothes into pieces.

Wen Yansheng's breath was choked, and the suppressed heat surged out of the cage. He closed his eyes, his voice became hoarse, and he looked at her with a hint of unwillingness to admit defeat:

"Aroma, you're not that cautious."

Instead, she frowned, lowered her head, spread her collar and sniffed, and retorted: "No, I don't spray foreign perfume, and I never light incense, where does the fragrance come from?"

"Marshal, this excuse is too far-fetched."

Wen Yansheng saw that her expression did not seem fake. The two of them were so close, the fragrance of orchids and osmanthus mixed with the cool air of snow kept dancing on his nose.

But she can't smell it?

"There's no need for me to lie to you!"

"But I really didn't use any perfume~"

Suddenly, the corners of her eyes, mouth, and cheeks were filled with smiles. Wen Yansheng looked at her smile and his heartbeat, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly became abnormal and could no longer return to its original speed.

"I wonder if you have ever heard this saying, Marshal? When you are facing your loved one, you can smell a fragrance that no one else can smell."

His mood, which had been like ripples, now rolled into the sea waves, causing turbulent emotions. Wen Yansheng took a deep breath, twisted his suppressed hands, and clenched them into fists.

"So you admit it?"

She still avoided talking about it.

"The Marshal's words are as good as gold. I cannot stop you from being so heroic."

"Since the handsome man is so generous and wants to let me play with it~"

She threw away the painted pistol on her hand and started to mess around again.

I changed my hand and the technique...

But it still enchants people and makes them fall into the abyss.

Wen Yansheng's breathing suddenly became heavier. His head tilted back and his military cap fell to the ground, revealing his bulging forehead with blue veins and delicate blood vessels surging under his wheat-colored skin.

She looked up without blinking. At this moment, Wen Yansheng looked particularly sexy and alluring, like a male demon in uniform.

The man who just said this completely forgot their current position. If they were to play, she should play him.

With his hands pressed down and his feet stepped on, the only thing Wen Yansheng could move was his mouth.

The two of them faced each other, and she still looked shorter than him. When their eyes met, the desire in his eyes was shockingly hot.

If you lower your head slightly, the tips of your noses will almost touch it.

"Last time I thought he was good-looking but useless." She said it in an ambiguous and tender voice, like the whispers between lovers, licking her lips with interest, endlessly tempting, and looking down.

Wen Yansheng sighed uncontrollably, his head was about to explode. He stared at her intently and spoke word by word, "Are you finally willing to admit it?"

His voice was hoarse as if it had been honed on sandpaper, magnetic and full of wildness.

"Don't get excited, Marshal... If you keep jumping around, I'll get nervous."

She added another sentence in her playful and seductive voice, like teasing a kitten or a puppy.

"I'm afraid he'll run away."

Wen Yansheng could no longer restrain himself, and moved the only lip he could move, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You can't get away, don't regret it!"

Ben lowered his head a few centimeters and suddenly and swiftly blocked her lips.

The concentration of the fragrance of orchid and osmanthus reached its peak at the tip of the nose, and the unfamiliarity of the smell was shrouded in crazy desire, snatching away the sweet incense.

“Hmm…”

She did not give in at all, and her seductive skills continued to lead him into fall.

Wen Yansheng paused for two seconds, pursed his red lips, opened his eyes, and stared at her with his black eyes.

After staring at her for two seconds, he kissed her again, a kiss as violent as a storm that slowly took away her breath.

Lin Muqing's toes felt a little unsteady as he stepped on his shoes. What was he thinking that made him suddenly so fierce?