Chapter 77

Su Ruoyun had never seen such a 'narcissistic' man who treated his appearance as capital for showing off, even if he was scolded as a "dead pervert", he didn't feel ashamed, but felt proud instead.

Watching her angry expression, Huo Jingcheng pulled his thin lips, lazily lifted his right leg, and placed it on the low table on the side.

Because of Huo Jingcheng's sudden movement, Su Ruoyun slid down from his knees to between his waist and hips, her whole body bumped into his hard body, her delicate figure entangled like a vine, ambiguously leaning against Huo Jingcheng, with their fatal parts touching.

Due to being too close, she suddenly noticed the unusual strangeness, her eyes widened instantly like a little deer, and surprise and helplessness filled her eyes.

She was already in her twenties, hadn't eaten pork, hadn't she seen a pig run?

And Huo Jingcheng was calm and composed, as if he didn't feel the embarrassment of being discovered at all, instead naturally holding her slender waist, taking the opportunity to press her down.

The fatal parts got closer and closer.

Su Ruoyun couldn't believe his movements, her panicked eyes looked at the man in front of her, like a frightened bird, and never dared to stay on his lap for another second.

She swallowed nervously, hurriedly using both hands to support his shoulders forcefully, trying to get up.

At the moment of leaning over, a few scattered hair strands slipped out, drooping from her shoulders, inadvertently brushing across Huo Jingcheng's face, and a faint, cold scent of gardenia drifted over, winding around his breath thread by thread.

Huo Jingcheng didn't stop her, just let her move.

Everything around seemed to have been pressed with a mute button, performing a silent play in the lounge, with only Su Ruoyun as an actor.

Just when Su Ruoyun finally succeeded in getting up and was about to exit Huo Jingcheng's embrace, she saw Huo Jingcheng stretch out his long arm, and then pulled her into his arms again, letting her sit on his lap, his large palm falling on her waist again through her clothes, his palm slightly closing, carrying an unresisting force.

"Dead pervert, let go quickly."

Su Ruoyun slapped Huo Jingcheng's shoulders forcefully with both hands, making a muffled sound, twisting her body, trying to break free from the restraint, but the man's strength was too great, she could only be passively sitting between his legs.

After hitting for a while, her hands were all hit with pain, and she didn't see Huo Jingcheng let go. Su Ruoyun gave up, like a bird whose tendons and bones had been drawn out, all the strength to struggle disappeared instantly, and she could only wither there, without spirit.

Seeing her 'obediently' settle down, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to gently smooth a strand of broken hair beside her cheek, winding it around his fingertips and playing with it slowly: "Very busy recently? Every time I go to the Tea House, you're not there."

"Hmm, busy with Grandpa's birthday banquet recently." Su Ruoyun was extremely uneasy, even though Huo Jingcheng didn't do anything else out of line, she was still afraid that she would be eaten and swallowed by some snow wolf.

The warm breath he exhaled sprayed on her neck one after another, itchy, but carrying an indescribable sense of oppression, as if it had life, wandering wantonly on her skin.

It seemed... Huo Jingcheng was looking for a place that was better to enter.

In the end, if you really compare strength, Su Ruoyun couldn't beat Huo Jingcheng.

As the saying goes: People are in the palm of the hand, have to bow their heads.

"Can you... can you let go first, okay?" Su Ruoyun said nicely.

Huo Jingcheng bowed his head, sniffed her fragrance a few times, relieved the inexplicable itch in his throat, and then leaned against the sofa backrest and hugged her, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze unfathomable, and didn't answer her question.

"Is the wine tonight good?" The male voice was low, and if you listened carefully, you could distinguish a hidden trace of dissatisfaction.

He sat in the position next to the main table tonight, watching a group of men toast Su Ruoyun one after another at close range, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

The topic changed suddenly. Su Ruoyun didn't think about other places at all, and thought that a certain man was picking on the taste of the wine, so she said: "It's good, these wines were brought back from abroad by my second uncle not long ago."

A few days ago, Su Zhanyu was expanding business abroad, and it happened that there was a world-famous winery locally, so he brought back a batch when he returned to the country.

Huo Jingcheng looked at her ignorant and ignorant appearance, and felt so angry in his heart, but on the surface, he had to pretend that nothing happened, and asked back not lightly or heavily: "Is that so?"

"Yes," Su Ruoyun seemed to want to prove it personally. After all, Huo Jingcheng was a guest here to celebrate the birthday, so naturally, she couldn't let him pick faults, so she added another sentence: "I drank quite a lot tonight."

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng only felt an unknown fire rushing to his heart, his tongue pressed against his upper jaw, grinding his teeth.

At the birthday banquet tonight, there were many people and eyes, leaving marks on the neck was too conspicuous, and leaving marks on the mouth was even easier to see the clues...

His eyes seemed to be pondering where it was better to start, Su Ruoyun only felt a danger, like thorns on her back, her body made a reaction faster than her consciousness, and she subconsciously dodged backward.

Huo Jingcheng saw her movement, raised his eyebrows, suddenly reached out, grabbed her arm, and sent it to his mouth crisply and neatly.

Immediately after, he leaned over and bit down hard on the soft and tender skin between her elbows without hesitation.

Su Ruoyun felt a pain, the sudden severe pain made her gasp: "Hiss..."

She hurriedly snatched 'food' from the tiger's mouth, pulled her arm out of his teeth, and cursed without hesitation: "Are you sick."

Huo Jingcheng was pushed by her like this, and fell backward on the backrest, looked at her silently for a few seconds, raised his hand, and his fingertips brushed over the bite mark he left on her arm, his movements were gentle, and the voice he uttered was low and hoarse: "Don't you really remember me?"

Su Ruoyun clicked her tongue impatiently, moved her arm outward, avoiding his fingers that wanted to touch.

She raised her right hand herself, her fingertips rubbing the 'wound' lightly, and didn't even bother to cast her gaze on him, her tone carrying a bit of carelessness: "What should I remember about you?"

As she said this, she lowered her head and exhaled lightly on the bite mark on her arm.

The bite Huo Jingcheng took was really not light. An oval bite mark remained clearly on her fair arm, like a brand that was difficult to eliminate. The edge of the bite mark was concave, glowing with a faint red.

She blew on it for a long time herself, and the surroundings were so quiet that she could only hear her own breathing. Only then did she realize that Huo Jingcheng had long since stopped speaking.

Su Ruoyun raised her eyelids and cast a tentative glance at him, only to see the man staring at her without blinking, his deep eyes full of deep meaning she couldn't understand.

When their eyes met, she frowned in confusion.

A flash of inspiration flashed by, and from the cracks in the depths of her memory, she could vaguely glimpse the scene of that year.

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