One Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty-Two Return

The next moment, her waist tightened, and she was hugged from behind and pushed into the lounge.

The lounge was dark. Song Zhixing was timid and was completely frightened by such a hug. When she came to her senses, she screamed immediately and scratched the arm around her waist.

Before she could turn her head, she was put down. The figure behind her came around to the front and said helplessly: "Why do you like to scratch people so much? It seems that you really need to find someone to give you a rest from your sharp kitten claws in the future."

This voice...

Song Zhixing was shocked.

She almost thought it was her own illusion.

She stopped moving, calmed down and leaned against the wall. Only her unstable breathing sounded in the dark space.

Is it the second uncle? Impossible, he was still on a business trip before she finished class. How could he appear here at this moment? But, the breath of a man in her breath was so familiar...

She didn't know when she started to remember even his breath so clearly.

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a rustling sound, and the next moment, a medicine bottle was handed under her nose. Tang Yu ordered in a steady voice: "Xingxing, inhale!"

Song Zhixing confirmed that it was her, and all the panic and fear in her heart disappeared at this moment, replaced by peace of mind. She knew that as long as this man was there, she would be fine. Every time, he would rescue her when she was helpless.

In addition to peace of mind, there was also a trace of unspeakable joy. It seemed that the low mood that had been pressing on her chest for two days disappeared without a trace in an instant because of his appearance. The empty heart was also filled at once.

Since when did she want him to come back so much? In the past, she even dreamed that he would come back late.

She held the medicine bottle and took several breaths. After a while, her breathing gradually became much calmer.

"Are you feeling better?" Tang Yu's voice sounded above her head.

"Yeah." She pushed the medicine bottle away. Tang Yu put the medicine away.

She stood against the door, feeling the faint scent of cologne on the man, her heart was turbulent, and for a moment, she couldn't help but call him, "Second Uncle..."

The voice was soft and weak, like a spoiled child, but also like hiding many complex and strong emotions.

Tang Yu's body shook, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

He was originally angry about her not bringing medicine with her, and he tried to wait for her to calm down before teaching her a lesson. However, her soft call actually softened his heart. How could he be angry with her?

"What's wrong?" Tang Yu's voice was hoarse, and he leaned over and stared at her.

There was no light in the lounge. But the light from outside projected in, allowing the two people who had adapted to the darkness to gradually recognize each other's figures with the light.

Even if Song Zhixing lowered his head, he could feel Tang Yu's burning gaze on him. Her heart was beating fast. She licked her lips with her tongue before looking up. "Aren't you on a business trip? Why are you back?"

"You don't know why I'm back?" In the darkness, Tang Yu's voice was so sexy that it made people feel scared. His long fingers, as if they were attached to her, slowly touched the girl's cheek.

Song Zhixing felt that his fingertips were stained with fire, burning her slightly. Her mind was a little confused, so she could only shake her head and said in a soft and sticky voice: "I... of course I don't know. Are you done with the things over there?"

"No. There are still many things waiting for me." Tang Yu was telling the truth, and he could clearly hear some fatigue in his voice.

Song Zhixing felt a little distressed, "Then why did you come back?"

Tang Yu looked at her from top to bottom. His deep eyes, in the darkness, were more and more shocking, as if he wanted to suck her in.

She felt like she couldn't breathe again...

However, this was completely different from the feeling when she was sick. This was more like a heart problem, because the heartbeat was so violent that it was about to jump out of the chest.

Tang Yu took a deep breath, and the next second, as if he could no longer bear it, he pulled his long arms and hugged her. Then, he lifted her chin with his other hand and lifted her little face. He kissed her passionately and fiercely, covering her lips and imprinting them heavily.

"This is what I thought about all the way on the plane back..." Tang Yu sucked her tender lips obsessively. While taking a breath, he whispered on her lips.

In fact, he thought he could survive a week or even half a month before coming back to take a good look at this little girl. However, he overestimated his determination. When you miss someone, it's best not to even call, because when you hear the other person's voice, the longing will only grow more crazily in your heart. In the end, it will become as if the heart is entangled by vines, and you will miss it so much that your heart will ache.

Song Zhixing seemed to be able to feel the man's strong emotions. Infected, the feelings that she had accumulated deep in her heart also gushed out. At this moment, she forgot everything - no matter their identities or their relationship, she just melted in the man's crazy kiss.

Her body became softer and hotter, as if being roasted in fire. His lips, his tongue, his breath, were the raging fire.

The next moment...

The man held her petite buttocks and lifted her up. Her slender legs subconsciously tightened around the man's solid waist.

Tang Yu was distracted by her tightly clamped legs, and groaned, and put her on the glass table in the lounge. He held her delicate buttocks with one hand, kneading them hard, and whispered in a rough voice: "Xingxing, don't be so hard... You will make me want to take you here..."

Song Zhixing's ears turned red when she heard this. Fortunately, it was dark here, and she couldn't see her embarrassed look at the moment.

She loosened her legs and hung weakly on the edge of the glass table, limp like a little doll that was about to melt, and her sweaty palms tightly grasped the collar of the man's shirt, "If you dare to do that to me here... I, I will tell my grandfather that you bullied me..."

Tang Yu laughed softly.

This little thing, don't you know that the way she is now really makes people want to bully her more.

"Then tell me first, how did I bully you?" Tang Yu did not retreat, but put one hand under her skirt, his eyes burning, and his smile was evil and sexy, "Xingxing, you are bullying me..."

"You are talking nonsense, how could I bully you?" Song Zhixing accused. His hands were messing around under her skirt, and she wanted to retreat in panic, but then she was pushed back by a strange pleasure.

This kind of pleasure made her feel strange and ashamed. She knew it was wrong, but she was like being stuck in a swamp and couldn't extricate herself. Instead, there was a devilish impulse in her heart, making her feel that she wanted more...