The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

Do you want me to kiss you?

The deep, resonant voice seemed to drift from afar. Ruan Yang's watery eyes widened as the voice penetrated her ears, accompanied by a buzzing sound.

What is my brother saying...?

She clenched her fingers tightly.

It seems that, thanks to Jiang Zhuo, his reputation as a "kissing maniac" has spread.

If there were a list of people in Beijing and Hong Kong who are most eager to get married, she would definitely be at the top of the list.

She knew that if she didn't want to be suspected, she should ask her older brother for a kiss.

But they really did kiss.

The tingling sensation on the tip of my tongue is still there.

It still hurts a little.

Ruan Yang's head buzzed, and she suddenly remembered what her brother's psychology book said: "During hypnosis, you cannot refuse any request from the hypnotized person."

I don't know the underlying principle.

But since it's been published, there must be a reason for it.

If she really asked her older brother for a kiss, wouldn't he refuse?

The thought of her older brother's powerful lips and tongue, and his slender fingers stirring inside her mouth, was unbearable.

Ruan Yang involuntarily flinched.

It's so embarrassing.

She suppressed her timidity, tilted her little face up, and said in her usual arrogant tone, "No, I want to try my brother's cigarette."

Jiang Yanci was slightly taken aback.

Before he could react, Ruan Yang turned her head and reached for the cigarette pack that he had casually tossed on the table.

At this moment, she was sitting facing Jiang Yanci, with her back to the table and her body twisted in the opposite direction.

From Jiang Yanci's perspective, it looked as if a young girl was leaning forward, offering her softness to his lips.

He can take it in his mouth by simply lowering his head.

It was a simple, unintentional act, yet it was alluringly seductive.

He still had one hand on her waist, her soft waist bending backward, so soft it seemed boneless, melting into a pool of spring water in his palm.

Just as Ruan Yang's slender white fingers were about to touch the metal cigarette case, Jiang Yanci suddenly moved his waist.

The boss's chair wheels shifted an inch toward the desk, just enough to pin the little girl between himself and the desk.

He lowered his eyes, his dark gaze fixed on her reaction.

Ruan Yang turned around in surprise.

Her pure, watery eyes held a bewildered look, like those of a small animal.

The two were standing too close. When she turned around, her overly soft lips brushed against his cheek, like a kiss imprinted on his face.

So soft.

It's as soft as in my dream.

Jiang Yanci's eyes narrowed slightly, his body temperature rose continuously, and the scorching heat from his palm, like a volcanic eruption, transferred to Ruan Yang.

Ruan Yang shuddered.

Her waist rested against the rounded edge of the table, bringing a slightly cool and uncomfortable sensation.

The silk dress, covering her rounded chest, pressed against her elder brother's sharp, rough suit, and with a slight movement, a rustling sound could be heard.

It was scorching hot and also uncomfortable.

She was pinned down on the desk by her older brother...

Her body trembled.

This feeling is very similar to being escorted as a prisoner.

Was her faking being hypnotized discovered?

"The cigarette's gone," Jiang Yanci's voice was low and hoarse.

His intention was to stop his sister from smoking.

Smoking is harmful to health. He wouldn't smoke in front of her unless it was for hypnosis.

But he didn't know—

As he spoke, the vibration of his chest sent a jolt through Ruan Yang's heart, and half of her body felt numb. She slumped completely onto the table.

Her dark, lustrous hair had somehow come loose.

Half of it lingered around her snow-white neck, and the other half was spread out on the serious black desk. Her pure yet charming face was flushed with the pink of a tender lotus.

He should get up.

The current posture is very inappropriate.

But he was greedy, continuing to press down on her like a wild beast holding its prey, eyeing her tender, delectable neck.

That vile voice in my heart rose again.

—Take off her clothes. Now, kiss her.

Anyway, she won't know.

—Only after she regains consciousness will she open her gentle, innocent eyes and ask you simply why it hurts so much here and why her body is covered in hickeys.

wrong.

His expression was cold and stern as he swept away the decadent sounds and lifted himself from her soft body.

The air flowed back to where the two had just touched, and a sense of emptiness lingered in their chests.

This is not a reward.

Instead, it's punishment.

He was punished for having designs on people he shouldn't have, and was forced to stay within the boundaries, like a stray dog ​​that had committed gluttony guarding a sweet lamb.

He is guilty.

Hypnosis is wrong.

The error should be resolved.

As he was about to end the hypnosis, the scene before him made his breath catch in his throat.

Ruan Yang tilted her head back, leaned close to his fingers holding the thin cigarette, parted her rose-colored lips slightly, pressed them against the cigarette tip, and put them into her mouth.

The little girl didn't know how to inhale properly and quickly choked, coughing with both hands on his knees, her eyes turning a watery red.

It looks like they've been bullied badly.

On his cigarette holder, there were fine teeth marks, glistening with moisture.

Jiang Yanci's pride in his rationality completely collapsed.

He propped up his long legs, and his knee touched something, causing the little girl to tremble and slide down to his groin.

He gave her no chance to breathe, his long, slender fingers gripping her delicate chin, his tone dangerous and icy.

"Yangyang, do you know how offensive it is to bite a man's cigarette?"