Nan Chen felt that his whole body was not well. After returning to the villa, he looked at the two dolls placed on the bedside and felt that they looked extremely disgusting.

Marriage and having children had never entered her mind.

She felt that her whole life should be free and easy-going.

Many days passed without any news from Qingyan.

She seemed to have disappeared into this world, and Nan Chen even had the illusion that she had never appeared.

The heartbreaking confrontation that day might have been a mistake.

Just as Qing Yan said, she no longer has any secrets in front of her. She is already dead.

And she really did just that.

After washing and bathing, she and Sikong Yan were immersed in their own little worlds.

Sikong Yan was leaning on the bedside reading a book, while Nanchen was lying on the bed browsing oil paintings on the web.

Although the closet was filled with all kinds of pajamas, Sikongyan always handed her his shirt.

Today Nan Chen wore a white dress with the same color as junior middle school students' growth. She rested on her elbows, held her chin in one hand, and slid the screen with the other. Her two calves were raised and shaking irregularly.

Sikong Yan read the text line by line. As he turned the page, he caught sight of her dangling legs, glanced at her, and looked away.

Then, those two thin and white shadows kept wandering in his field of vision.

The shaking made him feel restless and he simply closed the book.

Nan Chen was concentrating on the oil painting and did not notice the two deep gazes falling above his head.

Sikong Yan's eyes moved from her calves to her face, then down to her slightly open neckline.

The snow-white skin is as smooth and delicate as porcelain tiles, with two curved lines faintly visible.

"Don't look at it, it will hurt your eyes."

Sikong Yan said and took away Nanchen's mobile phone.

Nan Chen raised his head, not knowing why he was looking at him.

Sikong Yan moved down, leaned sideways on the soft cushion, bent his arms and supported his head on his hands, looked at her quietly and said, "I want to have a midnight snack."

Nan Chen was really speechless. He wanted to have a midnight snack, so why did he use her mobile phone?

"Sir, please open the app and enter the word midnight snack in the search box. Thank you."

As he said that, he reached for his cell phone.

But suddenly Sikong Yan grabbed her wrist, turned her over and pinned her down on the bed.

Sikong Yan pressed down, his voice charming, "I want to eat little milk beans."

…

Nan Chen is no longer as panicked and at a loss as he was at first, because practice has proven that Sikong Yan's range of activities is only above the neck, and the most he can do is touch her waist.

Therefore, Nan Chen became more and more confident.

When his lips pressed up this time, she took the initiative to cater to him for the first time.

She had always been passive before, but now, unfamiliar and clumsy, she explored the tip of her tongue.

Sikong Yan paused for a moment, as if he was very surprised, and immediately gave her a more enthusiastic response.

The two people's breaths were intertwined, and all their senses were focused on one point, and they gradually forgot about things and me.

Soon, Nan Chen felt the change in him, but he didn't panic at all.

Because he would not make any next move, she even felt that she and Sikong Yan had formed a certain tacit understanding, and Sikong Yan also enjoyed it.

However, this time it is different.

Perhaps because the kiss was too intense, his usually still body actually moved.

And becoming more and more impetuous.

Even Nan Chen could sense the eagerness in his heart.

She sensed that the situation was about to change drastically, and reached out to push him, but he held her wrists back with one hand.

Sikong Yan's other hand hugged her waist tightly, with great force, imprisoning Nan Chen in his arms and unable to move.

Nan Chen panicked.

It shouldn't be like this, it's a tacit understanding.

The hot breath is burning like fire.

Everything is at stake.

Sikong Yan's eyes were gloomy, and something seemed to be surging deep in his eyes.

He looked into her eyes and his voice was hoarse, "Nan Chen, I want to do it with you."

Nanchen froze, everything told her that he was not joking.

"I, I don't want to be with you..."

Sikong Yan stared at her, as if a dark shadow was passing through his eyes.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and there was a little bit of water on his lips.

"It's not that I don't like you, it's just that I don't think we'll be happy together sexually..."

The depths of his eyes were a bit colder, and Sikong Yan said, "Do you think I can't make you happy?"

"No, you do, very much. But I...may not be able to bear it." After a pause, she said sincerely, "I feel that Western women are more suitable for you."

Sikong Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and his voice turned completely cold, "What are you talking about to me?"

"Anyway, I don't think we'll be happy if we don't have sex." Nan Chen lowered his voice and lowered his eyes.

"If you think so, why are you still with me?"

Sikong Yan spoke coldly, with suppressed anger beneath the coldness.

He suddenly let go of her, stood up and sat aside, lit a cigarette and took two long puffs.

Nan Chen also got up, straightened his messy clothes, and looked at Sikong Yan who was sitting on the bedside smoking, feeling that the temperature of the whole room dropped sharply.

She wanted to explain, but Niao Qiao reached out her hand and lightly poked Si Kongyan's arm.

But he raised his hand and pushed it aside.

...Nan Chen curled his lips secretly, suddenly becoming arrogant.

"I'm not wrong." She muttered softly.

Sikong Yan looked out the window and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until he finished smoking that he said in a somewhat solemn voice, "Am I not good enough to you?"

"No, you are very nice to me."

"Then why."

Nan Chen walked up to him and poked her head to look at his face. She felt that Sikong Yan's mood seemed a little low.

Is this a top priority for men?

She cleared her throat and put on a serious tone, "Look at me and I'll tell you."

Sikong Yan turned his head, his handsome face was so cold that he dropped to ice, "Say."

"You've seen the news, the ones about violence."

Sikong Yan frowned, feeling even more angry, "Nan Chen, have I ever touched a finger of yours?"

"I'm not talking about domestic violence! Just listen to me."

Sikong Yan pursed his thin lips into a thin line, holding back.

"It's the news about illegal gangs violently seizing women from good families. I read in it that those women would be seriously injured, and many of them were killed on the spot. I was a little scared."

Sikong Yan couldn't understand why she got involved in the news again, but seeing Nan Chen's pitiful expression, his heart softened again, "Why don't I pick you up every day? What are you afraid of?"

Nan Chen tilted his head and blinked. Does this guy have such a low understanding? Or did she not understand clearly enough?

"Big bad guy, why do I feel like we are not in the same dimension?"

Sikong Yan snorted coldly, saying just now that they would not be happy together, and now he said that they were not in the same world at all.

"That's enough, Nanchen." He looked at her coldly, "Since I can't give you happiness, it's better to end it here."

Nan Chen was dumbfounded and suddenly felt aggrieved, "Is this the only thing in your eyes?"

"Otherwise, what else do you want from me?"

"I'm not what you think!" Nan Chen was so angry that his chest heaved, "I can stay with you for the rest of my life without you."

"What are you after?" Sikong Yan was also aggressive. He suddenly pinched her chin and tightened his bony fingers slightly, "Are you after money?"

"You fart! Do I care if you want to spend money? You spent money on me, but it was all of your own free will!"
To be continued...