The personal secretary accidentally sleeps with the scheming CEO

"Hey, don't blow there." Feng Xuan's face didn't respond, but his ears were burning red.

Looking at the red patch, Tang Yan felt as if weeds were growing wildly in his heart, itching slightly, he clasped Feng Xuan's hand tightly, an unknown light shone in his black eyes...

After eating a meal, it was already three hours later.

It's surprisingly cold in Beijing.

Feng Xuan was also very afraid of the cold, so when he got home, he wrapped himself in a quilt and recorded the last episode. [

Tang Yan was sitting right behind him, with gold-rimmed glasses on his face, a financial magazine in his hand, a bathrobe on his body, a red wine glass in his hand, earphones on his ears, as if he was listening to something, the corner of his mouth half raised.

Feng Xuan put down the recording microphone, yawned, and was about to sleep on the sofa.

At present, the two still get along in this way, two, four, six, Feng Xuan sleeps on the bed, and one, three, five, Tang Yan sleeps on the sofa.

In fact, God really doesn't mind sleeping together...

Tang Yan pulled Feng Xuan back: "

"Wh... um!" Before Feng Xuan finished speaking, his lips were blocked by a deep kiss, and the man's pleasant smell of mint filled his lips and teeth.

This time, it's not as simple as lip on lip.

The tip of Tang Yan's tongue slowly pried open his teeth, and poked them in little by little.

But gradually, his movements became more intense, and his breathing became heavier. He clasped his head firmly with one hand to deepen the kiss, and with the other, he poked into Feng Xuan's loose sweater, and the touch of his fingertips was surprisingly good. He has always been gentle, even a little thirsty...

While Tang Yan was kissing him, his fingers slid down to his chest, playing with it back and forth.

After being teased by him like this, Feng Xuan immediately gasped, the voice was clearer than it sounded in the radio drama...

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