C133 He Couldn't Avoid It at All

He was afraid Qiao Xinyou would tell him, Yan Yilang, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now. Tell me, how far have we progressed?

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand what I mean? How far have you guys progressed? Didn't he like you?" Wang Yao asked. Didn't you kiss him at the beach?

"Yan Yilang, let go of me. This has nothing to do with you. We have nothing to do with each other. Why are you asking me these questions?" Initially, he wanted to explain, but it was already too late. He changed the topic. Was there a need to explain?

He, Yan Yilang, had yet to explain the messy relationship between him and Lu Weiwei. Why should he ask her to explain?

Suddenly, his lips were covered by this man's lips. It carried an invasive and strong possessive kiss.

Qiao Xinyou wanted to turn her head to dodge, but she realized that she could not.

At this moment, Yan Yilang was like a fierce beast, and she was like a prey waiting to be slaughtered. She was tightly bound and had no strength to fight back.

His tongue nimbly wrapped around her fragrant tongue. The thick wine taste in their mouths connected and linked together. It was as if they could not tell who the taste was from their mouths.

Whose wine fragrance was stronger?

Whose love was stronger?

Finally, the temperature on his lips disappeared. Yan Yilang looked up and asked, "Have you guys progressed to this stage?"

How could it have progressed to this stage? This kind of intimate tongue kiss, this kind of forced kiss.

Yan Yilang turned Qiao Xinyou's head away and did not speak, as if he was angry. Yan Yilang bent down and his lips were about to touch Qiao Xinyou's lips again.

"No." Qiao Xinyou hurriedly shouted, "We did not make any progress to this point."

She was only afraid that Yan Yilang would continue to kiss her like this, so she hurriedly explained. She did not expect that Yan Yilang, who was originally angry, actually smiled. He smiled so much that there was even a smile in his eyes.

"Very good."

Qiao Xinyou, very good. You and Gao Yang have not made any progress yet. You can only be mine. Even the kiss by the beach needs to be wiped away by me.

"Yan Yilang, let me go home." Seeing that Yan Yilang was about to kiss her, Qiao Xinyou hurriedly softened her voice.

Maybe she could ask this man to let her go if she begged for mercy.

She could no longer have this kind of relationship with him.

Since it had already been severed, any more interactions would only complicate things.

Yan Yilang only looked at her with a burning gaze. He looked at the rosy cheeks of a young girl who was begging for mercy with a coquettish aura.

Qiao Xinyou who was like this was really beautiful.

He gently kissed her neck, as if he was pampering her, like a fierce beast suddenly turning into a docile cat.

"Yan Yilang, Yan Yilang." Qiao Xinyou kept shouting. Why did begging not work? Why did this man suddenly become gentle?

Gentle was a knife.

She was most afraid of this man's gentleness.

She could not resist his gentleness, but she also felt that his gentleness would stab into her like a knife.

Perhaps it would stab into a part of her body, or perhaps it would stab into her heart. In short, it would hurt her.

"Yan Yilang, we have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Yan Yilang raised his head. One of his hands was still holding Qiao Xinyou's hands. The other hand was gently caressing Qiao Xinyou's neck. It flowed from her neck to her lips. The fingerprints on her fingers seemed to have touched Qiao Xinyou's skin, carrying Yan Yilang's mark.

"Qiao Xinyou, how can we not be related? Our relationship cannot be broken."

How could they break their relationship?

Then, he unbutton Qiao Xinyou's shirt. It was late autumn. Even though the air conditioner had been switched on, Qiao Xinyou still felt a layer of goosebumps on her skin.

She panicked. "Yan Yilang, Yan Yilang, we are already broken. Let me go."

However, how could a man immersed in love listen?

His kiss was connected to Qiao Xinyou's face and neck. It carried an invasive and inviolable aura.

He was like a fortress that was attacking Qiao Xinyou's body as he kissed her everywhere.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Other than repeating these words, Qiao Xinyou had no other choice.

After going around for a while, the current situation was the same as when they first met five years later.

There was hatred in each other's eyes and there was a faint love in each other's eyes.

They were unwilling to admit that they liked each other so much.

Some people shed tears, and some people bent down and licked them.

"Qiao Xinyou, your tears are salty. I thought it was bitter." It was salty tears like ordinary people. It was not bitter. He thought Qiao Xinyou was so heartless. Her tears should be bitter.

Her tears kept flowing out of the corners of her eyes.

Yan Yilang, look, you still exposed your true nature. You can't be a cat. You can only be a ferocious beast. I thought I would be hurt by your gentleness. Now that I think about it, even if I'm hurt by your gentleness, it's fine. At least when the knife was inserted into her chest, she smiled.

Late at night, the autumn wind swept through the window, soaking the cool air. However, the people in the room were burning hot. The small lumps on the skin had long been replaced by sweat.

However, Qiao Xinyou's heart was very cold.

Her wrist had been bound and it was very sore and painful. When she was tired of crying and had no strength, she realized that her hand had unknowingly been released.

After an unknown amount of time, she fell asleep in a daze.

Someone whispered in her ear, "Qiao Xinyou, I like you very much. How much more do you still have in your heart that is me? We can't break it. We will definitely be together."

Qiao Xinyou, you can only be mine.

The person in the dream moved slightly as if he had heard something. However, in the end, he fell asleep due to exhaustion.

There were traces of tears at the corners of his eyes.

Yan Yilang stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. The smoke was quickly blown away by the autumn wind.

It was so cold.

He put the cigarette butt in his mouth and then lifted his sleeve to look at the wound on the back of his arm. Qiao Xinyou, look at my wound. Actually, it is also very painful. Every time I see this injury, I will think of you.

Is it broken?

You are imprinted on my body.

The ashes were broken piece by piece. There was also some alcohol mixed with smoke on his body.

Qiao Xinyou did not like him smoking before, but now she was annoyed, so she smoked again. He walked to the bathroom to take a shower and dispersed the smell on his body before returning to the bed.

Yan Yilang was hugging her behind the blanket.

His chest was ironing her back.

It was said that this was the place with the closest heart.

Qiao Xinyan changed the story on the computer again. The ending of the story that her sister told was not good?

She changed it to the fact that the prince was not dead. Every day, when the female assassin woke up, he would place a letter on the table. The meticulous female assassin would definitely read it and the letter would explain everything clearly. When the female assassin understood what she really wanted, she would reconcile with the prince. Even though it needed to be explained every day.

But every day, she would also be happy to get what she had lost.