Take a picture... and send it to him?
Shen Zhiyi bit her lip and remained silent.
After hanging up the phone, he threw himself on the quilt and rolled around with his face buried in it.
Do you really want to do it?
She recalled Yan Jili's solemn and old-fashioned face, and the rare tenderness he showed her when he wiped her wrist in the car...
The atmosphere is so good...but he still doesn't say love.
Not even the master bedroom.
Shen Zhiyi clenched his fist, as if he had made up his mind.
She stood up, put on her slippers, and slowly moved to the cardboard box. Blushing, she took out the most conservative skirt from inside and moved to the bathroom...
night.
Yan Jili was lying on the bed reading a book when he suddenly heard a unique prompt tone.
He put down his book and picked up his cell phone.
This is a message from Shen Zhiyi.
He clicked on the dialog box and looked at the photo above it.
The black pupils suddenly shrank!
Shen Zhiyi wore a green velvet cheongsam with a dark lotus pattern.
Cross-over halter neck style.
A string of pearl tassels hung in the middle of the collar.
The arms are completely exposed, with a large area hollowed out around the collarbone and chest, revealing the jade-white skin and the stunning curves between the waist and the waist.
The end of the tassel fell right in the middle of her body.
It seems that if you move, it will gently sweep across that unspeakable place... It is reluctant but also welcoming, stirring people's nerves and imagination.
The pinching of the waist is even more extreme.
She was standing for the photo, leaning forward 45 degrees, and you can clearly see that the short edge of her skirt barely covers her thighs.
The sides are slit high, and the waist is tightened at the hips, revealing the fleshy thighs.
The front and back pieces of fabric were connected only by three thin pearl chains, leaving a blank space at the plump thighs, highlighting the pitiful shape.
His preferences are clear.
His thoughts were clear.
The corners of Yan Jili's eyes were red as he stared at the photo.
The dormant hormones suddenly exploded.
Even his Adam's apple kept rolling, making dry swallowing sounds...
She sent this photo to herself.
What does it mean?
Invite him?
Yan Jili unbuttoned his collar and sat up.
The thoughts in my mind were instantly dominated by dryness and heat.
Every cell in my body was clamoring to pounce on her and lick the rich mutton fat leaking out of the green velvet honey pot...
Just wanted to look at that photo again.
She withdrew.
Yan Jili was stunned for a moment.
"Sorry, I sent this to the wrong person..."
"You didn't see it, did you?"
Shen Zhiyi sent a string of messages.
Following the text, there is a nervous kitten emoticon.
Sent to the wrong person?
Yan Jili stared at the lines of words intently.
The flames that had just risen suddenly burned from all parts of his body to his heart, until they evaporated into a terrible rage, causing the veins in his neck to bulge and twist.
Who is she going to send it to?
If I didn't send such explicit photos to him, who else would I send them to?!
Yan Jili clutched his cell phone, his knuckles turned white, and his face was gloomy and terrifying, which was extremely scary.
He suddenly threw back the quilt!
…
Master bedroom.
Shen Zhiyi sat on the bed, holding her phone, feeling uneasy.
Why doesn't he say a word?
Didn’t you see it?
Did you still see it, but remained indifferent and didn't care at all?
Or maybe...
Seeing her dressed so unusually, are you angry?
She drooped her eyelashes, her heart beating fast, when she suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs outside.
It seemed to be wrapped in strong anger.
Shen Zhiyi was startled, rushed to the door, and locked it with a click!
It’s broken! It’s broken!
Instead of teasing him, I ruined his popularity!
She knew that the old conservative couldn't accept her doing this!
He would teach her a lesson even for wearing a mermaid skirt.
Especially this kind of clothes!
Yan Jili turned the door lock, but found that it couldn't be opened, so he knocked on the door twice angrily.
“Shen Zhiyi, open the door!”
"What are you doing?" Shen Zhiyi swallowed his saliva, pressed against the door, his heart pounding wildly.
"It's bedtime, you can't come in!"
She mustered up the courage to say.
If I let him in now, he will definitely scold me to death.
Maybe he'll even hit her twice!
"What do you mean by those words?" Yan Jili said angrily through the door, "Who are you going to send that photo to?!"
Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.
He finally saw...
Her face flushed red, and she said with embarrassment and fear: "It's none of your business..."
Suddenly she had courage again.
"These are not written in the agreement. I have no obligation to tell you!"
Yan Jili stood in the corridor with his fists clenched and his head lowered.
Don't talk about love with him.
But you're wearing this and flirting with others?
The dark night, wrapped in coolness, covered him.
The frosty moonlight cast a dark shadow on the tall figure, which then slanted across the carpet.
It looked dark and twisted.
Shen Zhiyi stayed in the house for a long time without hearing any sound.
Even the voice-activated lights seemed to be off.
She felt relieved.
He turned around and walked to the bedside, sitting down again.
Sudden.
The cold key inserted into the lock.
With a click.
Her peach blossom eyes suddenly widened.
She rushed over and was about to grab the door handle when the door was pushed open with great force.
A hot, rough hand grabbed her waist.
He spun around and pressed her against the wall!
"Yan Jili!" Before Shen Zhiyi could finish her exclamation, a knee pushed her legs apart, pinning her to the spot, making it impossible for her to escape.
The other foot kicked the door shut.
"You don't follow the rules!" Shen Zhiyi climbed onto his arm and glared at him angrily.
Yan Jili's gaze fell on her, and the corners of his eyes turned red in an instant.
She was still wearing the same clothes she had just worn.
“This is my home.”
He spoke in a low, angry tone, his chest heaving as he clasped her wrists, twisted them behind her back, and locked his gaze on her with a possessive gaze, "You, too, are mine."
Intense jealousy gnawed at his sanity.
The thought of her wearing this dress, showing it to others, or even... letting others touch it made her feel uncomfortable.
He narrowed his cold eyes and climbed up the cloth with his big hand.
Brush it——
Break them into pieces.
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