But this hot and crazy shout seemed to ignite every part of her body.

She didn't dare to move, for fear that it would attract Che Fu's attention downstairs, so she could only press her hands against his chest, trying to maintain a little safe distance.

Lu Yancheng lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Yaoyao, what are you afraid of through his trousers?" His voice was dull, his emotions surged, and the heat even worsened a little.

Wen Yao was extremely ashamed and angry. She raised her eyes and looked at him. She saw that her handsome and innocent face was still calm and gentle, and she was still the cold and abstinent him.

"What do you think I'm afraid of..." She glared at him, her voice trembling slightly, unable to tell whether it was angered by him or... he got it...

He smiled, gently pinched her chin, staring at her with deep eyes, "I'm afraid I can't control myself, huh?"

Wen Yao immediately left the beginning and avoided her sight, but his scorching breath sprayed on her neck, making her whole body red...

I can't continue like this! It's so ambiguous and shameful... so crazy!

Lu Yancheng always paid attention to her expression changes.

After contacting the psychologist, he immediately sent someone to investigate whether she had suffered any harm during her stay in Jiangcheng, but he often wondered if he had left some psychological shadow on her in that matter?

Thinking back to the last time they had before their divorce, the night in Jingong, they had a very excessive time. They asked for it many times. The next day, he regretted it and applied medicine to her sleeping, fearing that she would hurt when she woke up and walk.

Later, she was going to divorce him. Perhaps it was that night that ignited the fuse.

Thinking of this, his eyes darkened, and thin sweat began to seep out of his forehead uncontrollably.

He was not feeling well with such a posture.

Wen Yao was slightly stunned when she saw his dense sweat beads, "Why are you sweating?" The room was constant temperature and it was impossible to sweat so much that it was hot.

Wen Yao kept saying worriedly: "Is something happening downstairs?"

Wen Yao tried to turn her head and look, but was held in his arms by him, and the tiny kiss fell on her neck...

"Yaoyao, will you hate this?" His voice was obviously strong and domineering, but he unconsciously softened, even with humble pleasing.

Wen Yao was stunned and didn't understand what he was saying... until he used his strength...

"Lu Yancheng..." She almost exclaimed in fear. The redness of her cheeks finally eased a little, and it turned red again in an instant.

She was embarrassed and angry, and her breathing was a little messy.

"Do you hate me? Hum?" His seductive voice rang again.

She shook her head gently.

He smiled and kissed her lips, "Just don't hate me, just do."

He would follow the psychologist's words and gradually help her overcome psychological barriers.

Wen Yao blinked in confusion, "Why did you suddenly ask this? It's because that day..."

The voice of words came to an abrupt end. She lowered her eyes and recalled the scene in the bathroom. It seemed that it was her resistance that day that made him misunderstand?

No wonder I had to pick her up to and from get off work today and have lunch with her. Even though I knew that she had a purpose to get close to Zhao Nan, I was still soaked in the vinegar jar...

Now, everything is explained.

Wen Yao tried hard to remove the picture that appeared in her mind. As soon as she came to her senses, her slender fingers gently poked his strong chest and said loudly...

"Lu Yancheng, if I really hate you, I will not let you become a lover."

He didn't say anything, but just smiled and kissed her lips.

Breathing was in chaos again.

Wen Yao was so limp that she was kissed by him. She really couldn't continue like this!

The hot iron was about to melt her through the clothes.

Wen Yao immediately changed the subject, "Has Che Fu left?" She leaned against the glass and couldn't see the situation downstairs.

Lu Yancheng glanced casually and saw that there was no one in the garden, but he said confidently: "Not yet."

"What did he do in the garden?" Wen Yao took a deep breath, tried hard to ignore the prairie fire that was wandering all over her body, and asked softly.

"Call up."

Che Fu was indeed calling just now, and he did not lie to her.

Wen Yao asked guessingly: "Are you calling his head?"

Lu Yancheng nodded, "This is possible."

"Have Qiao Wenzhe found it?" she asked again.

"Not yet." He frowned slightly, "The wanted order has been issued and the police are chasing him."

Wen Yao nodded and asked again: "You said, will the person who arranged the sudden car accident and rescued Qiao Wenzhe have to do with Che Fu's previous family?"

"It's not that there is no possibility." Lu Yancheng's voice was quiet and hoarse.

"Che Fu... hasn't left yet?"

"No." He didn't even look at it, and two words were directly overflowing from his throat.

Wen Yao narrowed her eyes and felt a little strange. Has this call been called for a long time?

She met his lustful eyes and couldn't help but wonder if she had been deceived?

"Ayan, the glass is so hard, my waist hurts a little." Wen Yao groaned and moved gently.

His eyes flashed. He knew that she was pretending to be eight or nine, but he could not avoid a moment of distress.

He was originally shackled her palm and immediately stroked her slender waist. Wen Yao took advantage of this time and quickly left his arms. The moment her feet fell steadily, she turned her head and looked out of the glass!

The quiet garden is not a shadow!
Chapter completed!