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Chapter 71 Love Rumors (15)
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Sheng Yirong didn't tell lies. When he said a kiss, it was just a kiss. The problem was that even just like that, Ruan Yao was kissed until her legs went weak. The feeling of lack of oxygen made him hang on Sheng Yirong in embarrassment in the end, his face was forced to be dyed a peach-flavored light pink, and he whimpered like a small animal in grievance.

The man didn't realize that there were two other men watching them secretly.

He gently wiped away the bright water on Ruan Yao's lips with a gentle movement, and then stretched out his tongue to sweep away the glimmer of water in front of Ruan Yao.

A look of extreme satisfaction immediately appeared in his narrow eyes, and a sickly flush appeared on his pale cheeks.

Ruan Yao was forced to press against his chest and gasp for breath, feeling very confused as to why humans like to eat the saliva of their own kind so much.

Sheng Yirong's mental state was not right, and the arms holding Ruan Yao were shaking slightly. He sniffed the vague and abrasive fragrance on Ruan Yao's neck with a sleepy expression, like a dying traveler in the desert encountering a small oasis.

So greedy that he is willing to sacrifice his life for a chance of tenderness.

Ruan Yao's sharp eyes noticed that after Sheng Yirong's suit was lifted up, one of his wrists was exposed with ferocious criss-crossing scars. The scar looked like it had just scabbed over, showing a little bit of newly healed flesh-pink color.

He always thought that an invulnerable pervert like Sheng Yirong would not be hurt. After all, a man who travels with more than a dozen bodyguards is a man who is proficient in Sanda. It is simply impossible to hurt him.

Ruan Yao subconsciously wanted to ask what happened to the scar, but suddenly she heard someone talking upstairs. He was so frightened that he huddled in Sheng Yirong's arms, turning into a trembling little quail.

Ruan Yao pushed him resistingly, trying hard to suppress the pitiful cry in his voice: "Someone will come."

Sheng Yirong held his hand nonchalantly: "They don't dare."

This man always sounded arrogant and unreasonable.

Ruan Yao's eyes were filled with a bright crimson color, and he showed an expression that he really couldn't bear it. He said with abandon, "If you want me to be suffocated to death, then do whatever you want."

He completely put all the doubts in his mind to the back of his mind. A strong pervert doesn't seem to need the care of a weakling like him.

The constantly fluttering eyelashes drooped down, and the tip of her nose was red from crying. A few bright tears hung on her frosty white cheeks, looking pitiful and cute at the same time.

Sheng Yirong kissed the tip of his nose affectionately and finally let go, but Ruan Yao was still imprisoned in his arms and couldn't escape even if he wanted to: "I don't want to lock you up either, there are always some dirty dogs. You're coveting something that doesn't belong to you."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his dark eyes: "That singer named Pei..."

He paused deliberately.

Ruan Yao raised his heart and stared at the man's eyes warily, silently waiting for the next step.

Sheng Yirong pinched Ruan Yao's cheek and whispered in his ear: "There will be no next time, Yaoyao."

Not always. Ruan Yao thought.

I don't know how Pei Xinan is feeling now. The disgust value is so high, why does the love value still remain stable at 100%?