Chapter 20: Is it too quiet ...

Her face was sullen, red with indisputable redness.
"Not afraid." She lowered her head and shook her head with a blush.
Because of the height difference, even though Song Wenxin was sitting on his lap, he was still shorter than him, and he still needed to look up when he looked at him.
Although she has been a fiance for a long time, she has never been so close to Shen Jiayu ...
Shen Jiayu thought, but she was rejected every time. However, at that time, Shen Jiayu disguised herself in front of her very well and did not force her.
Therefore, Song Wenxin is more sensitive to the opposite sex.
"But ..." Song Wen moved his body uncomfortably, raised his eyes to look at him, but his eyes could not help but dodge unconsciously.
They are like this now ... Isn't it a bit too close?
Although he is not a normal man, he may not feel, but she is a very normal woman!
"But what?" He heard his words, frowning, suddenly lowered his head and asked her.
Looking at her with red face and red ears, he felt a little happy.
He was never interested in boring pranks, but at this moment ... he suddenly changed his mind.
He hooked his lips, and then vacated a hand following his eyes, twitching her chin.
This move gave Song Wen a stunned moment.
The next moment, he suddenly approached her, thin lips, and kissed her lips.
Song Wenxin was a little embarrassed ... After confirming Jiang Beihan's sexual orientation, Xiang was kissed by him again, making her feel a strange feeling in her heart.
In her mind, she suddenly imagined the picture of Jiang Beihan and Shangguan ... making her feel a cold ...
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She had just taken a shower, and she had a scent of shower gel on her body. This scent was mixed with the breath on her body to form a very good smell ...
This scent smelled around the tip of Jiangbei Han's nose, giving him a sense of peace of mind ...
The black eyes blinked ...
He understands what happened to him ...
A click sounded, the debris on the desk was pushed away, and some objects fell on the floor.
Jiang Beihan held Song Wenxin horizontally and placed it on the desk.
At this time, Song Wenxin's brain was completely awake, and he reached out and pushed him like a reflex.
Just then, his movement stopped suddenly.
This feeling of getting out of control seems to be the first time in memory.
Seeing him rising up, Song Wenxin quickly supported herself and sat up. She blushed, opened her mouth, breathed with a big mouth, and her heartbeat became fast, as if she could jump out at any time.
"Sorry for interrupting your work. I'll go back first." Song Wenxin got up from the table and didn't dare to look at Jiang Beihan, picked up his own design, and escaped to get the study.
Jiang Beihan stood in place, looking at the direction she was leaving, then frowned, moved some dry throat knots, reached out and unbuttoned the buttons on the two shirts, and then breathed heavily, only to feel better.
In just two days, he lost control of her twice ... but at least he doesn't want to force her now!
He turned his face, turned his gaze to the chair she had brought, raised an eyebrow, and said to himself, "Is it too quiet ..."