It wasn't until lips touched each other that Yan Qingxue realized how wrong she was.
Ye Lan was not worthy of belief. She knew it from the beginning, so how could she believe what he said?
The so-called incompetence means that he is as skillful and enthusiastic as eating people clean, which contains the vitality that a boy of this age should have, and the skill that should not be there.
Ye Lan's lips seemed to be a little plumper, neither pouty nor curled up. They were in the shape of a kiss, with a moist color.
He smiled charmingly, straightened his back, and looked down at Yan Qingxue: "Sister Yan, you are really great."
It seemed like a sincere compliment, but with his kissing skills ahead of him, Yan Qingxue had a new understanding of this sentence, that is, he was comparing himself with his previous girlfriend, and then sighed.
Yan Qingxue didn't say anything else. She didn't care about it. She just said again: "Kneel down."
"Don't be so anxious, it's true." Ye Lan raised his hand and patted her head lightly, as if blaming her for her impatience, and then his body slowly bent down, softening in front of Yan Qingxue's eyes. body.
Yan Qingxue's slightly raised head lowered, her eyes always locked on Ye Lan, and she saw him slipping down from her legs and the sofa like a snake. Only what was exposed under her eyes was Got a head.
Ye Lan raised his eyes lightly and raised the corners of his eyes. His expression was too wild, but his tone was soft and obedient: "Kneel down like this...is it okay?"
Yan Qingxue sat there steadily, like a superior empress looking down at her courtiers.
At this time, her body suddenly leaned forward, forcing Ye Lan's body to fall backwards. Her waist showed an arc that was about to be broken, but she could clearly see that she was doing it with ease.
Amazingly flexible.
Qingxue just glanced at it briefly and sat back.
It turned out that she took a piece of paper from the table and wiped her right hand slowly and carefully, as if she was wiping the blood-stained scalpel after the operation.
After Yan Qingxue wiped her hands clean, she slowly said: "Okay."
Ye Lan didn't use his hands for support. He relied solely on the strength of his waist to slowly stand up from a kneeling and lying position, and said softly: "Then I... will start."
Yan Qingxue closed her eyes slightly.
Her life has been full of rules since she was born.
Her parents did not set this rule for her, nor did they ask her to enforce it. It was just how they did it. Subtly, Yan Qingxue gradually developed this habit.
That is to restrain one's desires.
In this way, you can do everything perfectly and make the most of your limited energy.
Yan Qingxue has been doing this for the past thirty years.
But the long-standing rules eventually led to a huge bitter fruit.
Day after day, her desire has become distorted, weird, and impossible to look directly at while being restrained and endured.
I would like to ask, how can something that has never seen the light and grows in darkness be closer to truth, goodness and beauty?
Inevitably, slipping into the abyss of depravity.
Yan Qingxue opened her eyes and saw half of her head, as well as a pair of eyes that were blinking and fluttering. The long eyelashes were fluttering like butterfly wings. Her expression was so serious and focused. It was a state that anyone who saw it would have to sigh. .
But what he was doing at this moment was blasphemy that the gods couldn't bear to look at and would offend him.
Suddenly, Ye Lan suddenly stood up and knelt down on Yan Qingxue's lap again. With a hint of ill-intention in his eyes, he pressed his bright lips directly towards her mouth.
A strong force was exerted on Ye Lan's shoulder and he was pushed away instantly. However, he did not show the slightest anger. Instead, his eyes rolled around and he smiled like a little fox.
"Sister Yan, do you dislike yourself so much?"
Ye Lan stood talking without pain in her back, slightly bending her eyes and looking at Yan Qingxue.
He thought that this would make her completely eclipse.
However, it didn't happen. Yan Qingxue's thin lips were also covered with a faint layer of water. Her eyes were calm, like a god: "Your business is not finished yet."
Ye Lanhun didn't care and didn't think there was anything wrong with giving up halfway: "Sister Yan, I am a bad boy. A bad boy...how can I really keep my promise?"
The corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes were smug, showing lawlessness and randomness.
Yan Qingxue said calmly: "Then I don't mind turning you into a good boy."
This is the initial "proposition".
Ye Lan showed a frightened expression, as if these words were a threat, but soon he pursed his lips and said coquettishly and skillfully: "Sister Yan, the floor here is good. It’s hard, it’s so cold, my knees are hurting, I don’t want to kneel anymore.”
He put his hands around her neck, stalking her like a boyfriend to his girlfriend, pampering and arrogant.
Yan Qingxue just watched, silent, without saying a word.
Ye Lan decisively had more words to say. He put his lips close to Yan Qingxue's ear and said word by word: "The floor is too cold, not here, but the bed... is very soft."
A straightforward invitation, as always.
Yan Qingxue took off her other glove, but the coldness on her body did not dissipate much.
"I refuse."
Ye Lan's expression instantly became aggrieved, as if he was passing by a mall and saw a toy he liked and wanted his parents to buy it, but what he got was a child who refused.
"Why?" he asked in confusion, and as soon as he said the words, he got the answer immediately.
Ye Lan narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Doctor Yan, don't you think... I am sick?"
Yan Qingxue looked indifferent: "Tiger teeth are deformed teeth. If you have time, it is best to go to the hospital to have them cut off."
She was talking about Ye Lan's tiger teeth, but the two of them knew exactly what Yan Qingxue was referring to.
Ye Lan's expression suddenly turned unhappy. His mood was like the weather, unpredictable and unpredictable. In the blink of an eye, it changed from blue sky and white clouds to the eve of a storm.
"Do you have a condom?" Ye Lan asked.
When there was no response, Ye Lan stood up decisively from Yan Qingxue, with a look of indifference and impatience: "If you want to do something, if you don't want to do it, get out. Worry about this, worry about there, why don't others act like a father-in-law like you? It's someone else. Not as cautious as you? Why do I feel that it’s you who can’t do it?”
"No wonder a thirty-year-old person has not been in love yet, a cold and cold goddess in white? Haha, isn't the goddess ruthless and desireless? Oh no, she is not pregnant, not giving birth."
Ye Lan went all out and attacked Yan Qingxue personally. It was not because Yan Qingxue thought he was sick that she was angry. It was more like a battle that could not start, which made him furious.
"Bad luck! Forget it, I went to find Zhou Qimeng, but she still managed to make do."
Ye Lan didn't even fasten the buttons on her clothes. She turned around and was about to walk towards the entrance. As soon as she took a step forward, her wrist was suddenly grabbed with a "pop".