Fishing Bullies Always Seek Revenge

Xia Yan leaned sideways in Qin Yanci's arms, her figure was soft and graceful, and her posture was extremely sultry. The slender fingertips were decorated with tiny bits of diamond light, which shimmered under the ambiguous and blurry light of the private room. Her movements were slow and entangled, her fingertips gently twisting, and she opened the buttons of his shirt one by one, charming but not superficial, with a deliberate and straightforward temptation. The neckline gradually opened, and the cool catkins penetrated directly into the skirt of his clothes, gently brushing against his tight and warm chest. She raised her head slightly, the tip of her nose almost touching his, her warm breaths intertwined tightly, her eyes were moving, and her eyes were full of deliberately disguised amorous feelings, testing the bottom line of this most indifferent person in power in the Beijing circle inch by inch. But Qin Yanci always had a tall and straight posture, and his noble and cold demeanor did not diminish at all. The long eyelashes drooped, covering up all the emotions in the eyes. There was no indulgence in the deep black eyes, only a clear and sharp inspection. He sat calmly and was extremely cold and restrained. The next moment, he raised his hand and took out his cell phone. The cold and hard edge of the machine firmly pressed against Xia Yan's delicate chin, slightly raising her face, and forcefully locking in all her charm. His breathing was slightly stagnant, but he returned to his cold composure in an instant. The hot and complicated sight enveloped her tightly, tearing away all her deliberate tenderness. Faced with his penetrating inspection, Xia Yan calmly cracked open, her mind was confused, her breathing was slightly stagnant, but she still had a charming smile on her face. The low and cold voice suddenly fell, and the pressure was biting and cold: "What is the purpose of approaching me?" The corners of Xia Yan's lips raised slightly, and she said softly: "Secret love." His eyes were cold, and his thin lips uttered an unfeeling word: "Get out."