Nineteen The Love Buried by Time (Nineteen)

When did she become so familiar with this person? Moreover, she was clearly taken to W Hotel by that shameless guy last night, so how come he was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes?

No matter how insensitive Jing Yu was, she found that she had been meeting him more and more frequently recently, and a little too frequently.

She was always slow to warm up, and was not used to this kind of familiarity. Once she fell into his arms, her slender body couldn't help but tense up. She turned her face away and whispered, "Mr. Yu, please put me down."

Her voice was also a little hard, and she could hear that he was uncomfortable.

Yu Zeyao followed his words and put her down, but he put her on the bed. Moreover, after he put her down, he did not immediately pull his arm out from behind her, but just let her press on him. The other hand supported the other side of her body.

In this way, he leaned over, and his tall body hung above her.

At such a close distance, Jing Yu felt that her breathing was tight, and she could clearly see the man's impeccable facial features. His glass-like black eyes were like the deep sea, unfathomable. But in the deep sea, her shadow was clearly engraved, so deep and so real.

Jingyu stretched out her hand to push his shoulder, trying to gain more breathing space for herself. However, as soon as she moved, he grabbed her waist with his big hand and stabilized her on the bed.

"Don't move." His pleasant voice was mixed with complex emotions.

Jingyu only felt the heat in her waist, which was the heat from his palm.

Such an action made her feel dangerous.

"What are you... doing?" She felt that she could not see through this man at all.

Every time they met before, he was high and mighty, even cold and indifferent, as if he kept people away from him, but now this look was really far from the image he had established in her mind before. He was far less gentlemanly than before.

"Didn't you just ask me why I'm here?" He didn't cooperate with her question at all, but asked her back. His breath spread on her face from above.

She didn't answer. He only heard him continue: "This is my home."

"Your home?" Jingyu was still surprised and looked around the room carefully again.

The bedroom of this suite alone is more than 100 square meters. The decoration is simple but extremely elegant. Every decoration inside, from the sofa to the inconspicuous ornaments on the bookshelf, is carefully designed.

This... is this the master bedroom of this house?

"Why am I here?" She turned her eyes back.

"As you wish." He replied indifferently.

She was puzzled again.

"You were taken to the W Hotel by that man last night. Have you forgotten that you asked me for help on the phone?" His voice was as sexy and magnetic as ever.

When he mentioned it, Jing Yu tried to recall and seemed to have some memory, "It turned out that it was you who called. Thank you."

After a pause, she said again: "But... I would be more grateful to you if you could stand up and talk properly."

Yu Zeyao still maintained the posture just now, motionless. Just looking at her, he asked again: "Didn't you just ask what I want to do to you?"

Jing Yu found that this person was particularly awkward. When asked, he never answered. After changing the topic, he came back again.

She half raised her head, bent her elbows, supported herself on the bed, and moved back an inch, "I don't want to know now, I just want to go home."

"But I want to tell you now." He held her chin, lifted her face suddenly, and pulled her closer without saying anything. This time, there was not even half an inch of distance between them.

Jing Yu's breathing stopped all of a sudden, and her heartstrings were tense. She felt that even if her eyelashes fluttered, they might touch his face.

What exactly does this man want to do?

The man's eyes were deeper and heavier than before, surging with endless danger. Before she came to her senses, her lips were suddenly blocked by him.

She was startled and her heartbeat was off. The hot touch on her lips made her mind confused for a moment. Coming back to her senses, she reached out and pushed his shoulder. However, this man was domineering and strong. He grabbed her hand on his shoulder and pressed it hard on the top of her head. He was very strong and held her wrist tightly. Jing Yu was anxious and angry, glaring at him.

"What are you glaring at?" The man's voice was hoarse, and while he was speaking, his lips were still covering hers, unwilling to leave. The sound that came out was like a breath, ambiguous and sexy.

Just such a restrained touch, his breathing was already unstable.

Jing Yu was so angry that his chest was panting, and his face was stern, "Mr. Yu, you are a hooligan, just like that bastard last night."

"Really no different?" Yu Zeyao's eyes could not see joy or anger, and his voice was still hoarse, "A woman took the initiative to hug my neck, lean on my arms, and begged me to take her home. What do you think I should guess?"

Jing Yu had no memory of what he said.

But he continued: "I think kissing her at this time is the greatest respect for her charm."

Before this, Jing Yu didn't realize that this man was so talkative. A frivolous thing actually made him say it so confidently and with all the reasons.

"You knew that I was unconscious. You took advantage of me..."

Before she could even say the word "danger", she was already speechless after being kissed by the man again.

His hot and wet tongue licked across her lips. She trembled slightly, "You..."

This was beyond her understanding of their relationship.

"You were unconscious, but I was awake." Yu Zeyao answered her, and this time, the kiss was no longer limited to the lips like before.

His tongue forcefully opened her red lips, as if entering an empty space.

This was not Jing Yu's first kiss. However, it was the first time to kiss a stranger - yes, this man was really just a stranger to her who she had met a few times, helped her a few times by coincidence, and knew each other's names - but they actually kissed.

She was forced to retreat step by step by the man, and she had to admit that this man's kissing skills were much more proficient and advanced than Liang Shengyi.

After several battles, she was kissed to the point of weakness, and her strength was lost bit by bit.

The hand on the man's shoulder, from clenched into a fist, to gradually loosening due to exhaustion. The misty eyes closed gently, as if she could only surrender.

This confused look was too charming.

Yu Zeyao panted heavily, not satisfied with this posture - he held her waist with both hands, picked her up from the bed, and let her sit down against the headboard. She was as soft as cotton. Before she could sit still, he grabbed her head again and lifted her face, kissing her deeply and impatiently. He took her soft and moist tongue into his lips, teasing, sucking, and chasing her.

PS: Today is the first day of the month~~Everyone should have monthly tickets for the new month on their account, and I want one as usual~~Xiaxiang!