Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Looking at him pleadingly
Xihe Garden, Song Yuqiao's villa.
In the study.
Song Jianan tilted his head and secretly glanced at the person next to him.
Song Yuqiao was flipping through a book with one hand and writing something with a pen in the other. He looked very focused as if he was dealing with some important documents. In fact, what he was holding was the textbook for the third-year undergraduate biology major at Yunjing University.
Song Jianan bit the pen cap, still unable to believe that Song Yuqiao was preparing to help him write the speech.
Although Song Yuqiao promised him protection in exchange for his lover status out of a little bit of compassion, this does not mean that Song Yuqiao still has any extra feelings for him.
He thought, perhaps because Song Yuqiao was a decent person who would not allow himself to make mistakes, so as a financial sponsor, he would give him everything a lover deserved - money, gifts, the right to live together, and satisfy some not-too-excessive demands.
Even, at the right time, he would lower his status and take the initiative to mention some good memories together to increase the ambiguous atmosphere and achieve the purpose of flirting. You can also play the role of a good brother with him when you are in a good mood, like now.
Compared to when he was Song Yuqiao's younger brother, his current treatment can be said to have increased dramatically, but he did not feel happy. Instead, he had an indescribable feeling of depression.
He turned his head and absentmindedly returned his gaze to the book.
The only sounds in the study were the turning of pages and the tapping of pens.
The night gradually deepened.
Song Jianan raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned.
Song Yuqiao raised his eyes and said, "Go to sleep. Isn't there a full class tomorrow morning?"
Song Jianan rubbed his eyes, didn't try to hold on, and packed his schoolbag.
He caught a glimpse of Song Yuqiao sitting at the desk from the corner of his eye. A trace of guilty relief flashed through his mind, and he quickened his movements.
When he reached the door of the study, he turned around, hesitated for a few seconds, and then walked back to Song Yuqiao.
He bent his waist slightly, lowered his head and kissed Song Yuqiao who had just raised his head. He pecked her lightly and was about to pull away.
His lips moved as if he was about to say something.
But a hand pressed it down again, pressed against the slightly cold lips, and kissed it fiercely. It was invaded and plundered, and the tip of the tongue swept across every inch of the inner wall of the mouth.
Song Jianan's dark and bright eyes widened in vain, with some unexpected panic, but it was not the first time that Song Yuqiao kissed him, so he quickly got used to it.
It was very uncomfortable to kiss in this position. He had to hold Song Yuqiao's shoulders tightly to find a support point for his body, and his sore waist finally felt less uncomfortable.
The exchange of heat and moisture is mixed with wisps of slightly cool pheromones.
After a long time, the sticky lips separated a little, pulling out a silver thread.
Song Jianan's face flushed slightly, he was breathing rapidly, he let go of his hands and wanted to stand up, but was pressed down on the strong thighs by a strong force.
The kiss fell again.
Like a storm, violent and rapid.
It seemed as if it was eager to catch something, or like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, wanting to bite him to pieces and then swallow him up in big mouthfuls, leaving no residue.
Song Jianan still let him kiss her obediently, even if he kissed her fiercely and harshly on purpose, and there was a sound of water, he was still obedient, with only his face and ears being red, looking gorgeous.
Song Yuqiao's gaze fell on his tightly closed eyes, and the strength of his hand holding the slender white waist unconsciously increased a little, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out, looking ferocious.
Suddenly, Song Jianan's body flew into the air, and the next moment he sat down on the desk, with the book and pen swept aside.
The faint smell of ice cubes expanded and extended from the two of them, and a slight chill wrapped around the panicked young man.
With his big hands pinching his thigh flesh, Song Yuqiao squeezed between his legs with a serious look in his eyes.
Song Jianan opened his eyes and vaguely guessed what he wanted to do.
He pressed the hand on his leg, his eyes filled with moisture as he looked at Song Yuqiao pitifully and pleadingly, "Brother, I have classes tomorrow morning."
Song Yuqiao's eyebrows did not move, his gaze fell on the red corners of his eyes, not like pleading, but like temptation.
The coldness grew stronger.
The young man in front of him was covered in his scent, like a rabbit in a wolf's mouth, with greedy saliva dripping from his head, but he still naively begged for mercy from the wolf.
In a moment, he placed a kiss on her thin eyelids and said, "I'll ask for leave for Jiajia."
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