C5 Love Toy

No one dares to disobey him.

The room was filled with danger, as if it was a signal of death. All of them were terrified, feeling deeply threatened.

"Qing, I'm sleepy!"

Lu Jianjian hugged the man's arm and acted like a spoiled child. Her watery eyes were filled with deep affection, and her red lips were charming.

In this situation, if they did not retreat, they would be courting death.

There were only three or five people in the washroom, and only Lu Jianjian and Si Yeqing were left in the private room.

Lu Jianjian was dressed in a milky white dress, elegant and cute.

"Qing, I'm tired."

Lu Jianjian lowered her voice and said flirtatiously.

Si Yeqing's arm was warm and touched the softness of the woman. His eyes were indifferent and his fingers moved slightly, but he turned to the wine glass.

Lu Jianjian opened her almond eyes slightly and her body leaned over the man's shoulder. She lost her center of gravity.

In a split second, Si Yeqing jumped away with one leg and Lu Jianjian fell heavily onto the sofa.

Lu Jianjian was stunned and forgot about the pain on her body.

Si Yeqing was also stunned.

A face flashed across his heart, but it was not Lu Jianjian.

"Qing!"

Lu Jianjian could not believe that she was already so proactive. Could it be that Si Yeqing could not tell what she meant?

Or did Si Yeqing do it on purpose?

Tears rolled down the corner of her eyes. They were like jade and pearls that had not been cut off.

Si Yeqing clenched his fingers. His ink-black eyes reflected the soft and delicate woman on the sofa. He was surprised that he did not have the heart to comfort her.

It was not only Si Yeqing who was surprised, but also Lu Jianjian.

She got up and left in a fit of anger, leaving her sobbing along the way.

The room was dead silent. Si Yeqing was lost in thought under the light.

At this time, Feng Chuchu was in another scene. She took a shower, wore pajamas, and gritted her teeth on the bed.

"This is not the original, is it?"

Feng Chuchu could not feel the character's state of mind when she had only written the lines in the script, so she helplessly looked at the ceiling in a daze.

Feng Chuchu carried on with the spirit of revolution to the end and would not pour water into the character.

What should she do?

She had to earn money, and she also had to read the script!

Feng Chuchu's mind flashed. Si Yeqing.

He had it in his study!

Feng Chuchu got up and walked in the direction of the study. Her feet were light and there was no movement at all.

The crack in the door was dark and Si Yeqing had not come back yet.

Releasing her heart, her courage also increased. She flicked her hair and walked forward in a cool and handsome manner.

"Pata!"

"Urm!!"

Feng Chuchu was stunned the moment she saw Si Yeqing.

The blood in her body was tingling and her nerves were about to explode.

"What is it?"

Si Yeqing asked.

"Hehe, I came to get a book."

Feng Chuchu said with a trembling voice. She had yet to recover from her shock.

She did not know when Si Yeqing came back, otherwise he would not have come even if he was beaten to death.

The man turned his face away and did not look at her. His thin lips bit on the white smoke from the cigarette.

The movement on the soft carpet made people annoyed. The man pursed his lips and took a deep breath. He suppressed his frustration and turned his head to look at the woman.

His gaze was burning with impatience.

"Well, I can't reach it!"

Feng Chuchu explained and looked at the black object on the highest floor of the bookshelf.

"Idiot!"

Si Yeqing stood up. The alcohol on his body was rich and mellow.

The night wind swept past and Feng Chuchu's nose twitched. This smell came from the man behind her.

His body was pressed against her back. The sound of clothes rubbing against each other sounded like some kind of ambiguous tone, especially in the quiet and dimly lit study room.

Si Yeqing was much taller than Feng Chuchu. He could even feel the temperature of the other person's body when he was close to her.

The man reached out to grab the book. Feng Chuchu felt awkward and wanted to turn around and escape.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, a thick book fell down. Before they could react, a thick book fell down from the bookshelf one after another.

Feng Chuchu instinctively held her head and fell into a warm embrace.

"Be careful!"

Si Yeqing folded his arms and wrapped the woman tightly in his arms. He pressed his body down and used his back as a shield to block the heavy books that kept falling from the bookshelf.

Everything was a subconscious instinct.

It was like he knew Lu Jianjian's intention but still jumped away. It was also an instinct.

When Si Yeqing knew, he had already fallen into the dark abyss.

Feng Chuchu's breath was filled with the smell of men, the familiar smell of smoke, the familiar smell of alcohol, and even the unique male smell that belonged to him.

She was in a trance for a moment.

When she came back to her senses and saw that the man was buried by a book, Feng Chuchu was so scared that she was about to go crazy.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, come, come!"

A sharp scream hoarse Feng Chuchu's throat. She hurriedly opened the book that was buried in Si Yeqing's body, ignoring the nails that were flipped over by her fingers.

Blood dyed her palm red, as if she did not feel the pain. She just threw the book away in a panic. She was afraid that the sharp pages would hurt Si Yeqing.

She did not want anything to happen to Si Yeqing.

Not long after.

A handsome face suddenly appeared behind a book.

Like a god on a painting.

The man with thick hair and wild arrogance was like a sleeping angel. His pink lips were like the most gentle flower petals.

Feng Chuchu felt a warm touch on her fingertips and suddenly felt at ease.

He just fell asleep.

Her ears were as quiet as the mountains, dead but filled with endless vitality.

She had never looked at him like this before.

Si Yeqing was a legend. He was a man who lived at the top of human thought. He did not adhere to mud and rules when he did things. He was so arrogant that he broke the sky and earth by himself.

No one could match his courage.

The friendship between the older generation tied them together.

It was just that it was not a story of Cinderella, a happy life without shame and shame, only endless coldness and viciousness, and the monthly debt.

This was Feng Chuchu's marriage.

She looked at him and the corners of her mouth suddenly became very gentle.

Feng Chuchu was like a child who had gotten her beloved toy. She carefully used her fingertips to copy the shape of the toy. Every inch of her touch was filled with deep affection.

Si Yeqing fell asleep.

In her arms.

The tip of her finger was filled with greed and dissatisfaction, and the hair on her forehead kept falling. Feng Chuchu's breathing gradually became tight, and her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out.

When their lips were one centimeter away from each other.

Si Yeqing suddenly opened his eyes. His black pupils were deep and terrifying.

Feng Chuchu was frightened and hurriedly dodged. She closed her eyes and pretended not to see that the man's deep eyes had already turned into overflowing mountain spring water.

"Sorry, I..."

She hurriedly apologized, wanting to cover up her actions just now.

She was greedy. There were some people in this world that could only be seen and not touched.

Otherwise, she would have to pay the price.

Si Yeqing's face was cold. He flipped his body swiftly and pressed Feng Chuchu under his body.

Suddenly, his actions changed. Feng Chuchu opened her eyes wide.

The cold face in front of her kept getting closer. The man's warm breath sprayed on her skin.

Everything was like a dream.

Until the soft lips touched, the extreme touch made the man suddenly go crazy like a hungry beast, absorbing Feng Chuchu's beauty.