C47 Play Hooligan in All Seriousness

The little girl who was eating the corn bubble fell out of her mouth, looking silly and silly.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly hugged her and sat her on his body.

"Ziyan."

She looked at him with a slightly red face. She looked at his ink-black eyes with a trace of nervousness and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This action seemed to have cut off his last bit of reason. He stretched out his hand, lifted her chin, and kissed her on her lips, which was filled with intense and touching emotions.

After a long while, Bai Ziyan let go of Muran, who was gasping for breath, and leaned her body against his chest.

"That..." Muran had not recovered from the dizziness and looked at him blankly.

Bai Ziyan bent down again and kissed her. Compared to the intense kiss just now, this time it was incomparably gentle. It made Muran's rationality pull out of her mind bit by bit. She could not help but pull his collar and enjoy his tenderness.

Bai Ziyan let go of her with both hands and slowly slid down her back. From the bottom of her clothes all the way down, his hands touched her smooth and tender skin, and his self-control completely collapsed.

He had always been a calm person, but this was the first time he encountered something that made him lose control of himself like this.

Muran was muddle-headed, and she was confused by his teasing. She did not even know when she was put down on the sofa by him.

Until she felt a trace of coldness. She looked down and saw that her clothes had been pulled in half. Realizing this, she suddenly opened her eyes. At this moment, Bai Ziyan looked at her gently. There seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes that was about to burn her. Before she could regain her senses, he kissed her lips again. It was more intense and urgent than before. The icy cold hand covered her skin, which was burning. Muran could not help but tremble and her blurred eyes met with him. In an instant, she sank into oblivion.

Muran helplessly panted and leaned closer to his body, wanting more.

Seeing that he was ready to strike, Muran's soft voice suddenly pulled Bai Ziyan back to his senses.

He lowered his head and looked at Muran, whose face was red and soft like a pool of water. He was stunned for a moment. He let go of the half-naked Muran and rushed straight into the bedroom. He took a cold shower again and again.

Damn it. He never thought that he would want her so early. But when he thought about how she looked like a peach blossom, addicted to love, the heat in his body rose again.

Early in the morning, Su Muran carried breakfast and placed it on the table. When she saw the video on the sofa, she could not help but think of everything that happened last night.

Thinking of his kiss, thinking of every inch that he had touched her, as if he was burning with passion, as if he was in a dream, but it was also truly terrifying.

Su Muran had always known that he was a modest gentleman, but she did not think that he also had a passionate and fiery side. Could it be that it was just as Mi Se had said, he liked her?

She touched her lips that had been kissed and unconsciously smiled.

At this time, the seven loud sounds of the clock rang out and interrupted her thoughts. Muran then realized that normally at this time, Bai Ziyan would run over to eat. Eh, why didn't I see him today?

She stood in the distance and looked upstairs. When she saw that the guest bedroom door was tightly shut, she suddenly felt uneasy. Could something have happened?

She walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door. "Ziyan."

No one responded to her inside. She was anxious. She unscrewed the door handle and entered the room with her heart in her mouth.

At that moment, Bai Ziyan was sitting on the sofa in a gray robe. He was reading email on the computer. He looked lazy and casual, but it was obvious that he was not in good spirits. He was a little tired.

When Su Muran saw him like this, she frowned in dissatisfaction. Even in this state, he still had the mood to work.

"You didn't go to the morning run today?"

"Yes." Bai Ziyan lifted his eyelids, and his attitude returned to his usual cold and indifferent manner.

"Are you not feeling well?" Su Muran saw the unusual blush on his face at first glance. She raised her hand and was about to touch his forehead.

Bai Ziyan grabbed her hand. "Just take some medicine later."

Her mind was filled with thoughts of him resting well. She temporarily forgot about the awkwardness between the two of them last night.

She walked over and took away the computer in his hand. "Don't look anymore."

Just now, when he held her hand, she did not ignore the abnormal heat from the man's body.

"You have a fever. You need to rest." Her hand was placed on his forehead. It was boiling hot.

"No need" He took away the computer in her hand without leaving a trace.

"I'll go find a thermometer to measure your temperature." She looked at him, spread the blanket again, and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner and the light of the curtains.

Bai Ziyan looked up and met her worried eyes. The color in his eyes deepened.

He thought for a while and moved the notebook away from his lap. He said to her, "Don't be busy. Come here."

Su Muran had been with him for a long time and had long gotten used to his usual attitude. She obediently walked over.

In the next instant, he suddenly stopped her by her waist. Muran took a deep breath and thought of the scene of her face and heartbeat yesterday. She blushed and held his hand.

"You are sick. Don't act recklessly." She glared at him but because of her red face, she did not have the slightest bit of imposing manner. Instead, there was an additional shyness of a little woman.

"What do you want me to do? Hmm?" His voice was low and hoarse. Without waiting for her to retreat, he exerted his strength and she almost sat on his legs.

She stabilized her body slightly so that she wouldn't fall into his arms.

At that moment, the two of them were almost staring at each other. Their mouths were facing each other, and their breaths were about to merge.

Muran's lips trembled violently. She could only feel the hot air that he exhaled spraying on her face and her entire body also seemed to have a high fever.

When she got close to him, she was very perturbed.

"That... You're sick, take a good rest." Su Muran lowered her head. She was so nervous that she did not dare to look into his eyes.

"Why are you so nervous? Don't worry, I am sick and will not eat you."

"!" This person was actually playing hooligan in all seriousness.

After moving her body, Su Muran tried to find a way out between his legs. However, the man seemed to have done it on purpose and held her tightly. She was unable to move and could only be obediently surrounded by his heaven and earth.

"Raise your head."

"Who cares about you."

"[If I don't raise my head, I'll finish what I didn't do yesterday.]" His tone was light, but it also carried a bewitching ambiguity.

"No." Su Muran widened her eyes and tried her best to hug her chest.

"Oh, but I don't know who responded to me so warmly yesterday?" He glanced at her indifferently and raised his eyebrows.

Su Muran blushed and wanted to find a hole to bury herself in.

"If I didn't call for a stop yesterday, I don't know who would have held my neck?"

"Who reached into my shirt?"