forced to be loved (nph)

Ji Mingyue gave her his little uncle?

Something bad happened.
Shen Yan bit his index finger and thought with a headache.
That man with blue eyes... seems to be Ji Mingyue's little uncle?
His eyes swept over Shen Yan, and with a slight touch, Shen Yan felt that the hair on his whole body was about to stand up.
Uncontrollably, I remembered that shot... Even her eyelashes were full of crumbs... I still feel dizzy.
It doesn't matter if you think about dying, but at that time, there was indeed such a determination—but
.
Shen Yan waited for the result.
The result that decided her fate.
Otherwise, this uncle will never let go of a woman like Shen Yan who squeezed his nephew dry on the bed.
Although Shen Yan did not do anything.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the computer table with her arms crossed, trying to sleep a little.
In the dream, I heard the voice of two men talking.
One is Ji Mingyue... the
other... Little uncle?
It doesn't seem to work... ridiculous or something.
But Ji Mingyue seems to insist... always saying it's okay...
What are they talking about?
Shen Yan wanted to open his tired eyes.
But drowsiness had taken hold of her, causing her to fall deeper into sleep.
When I woke up, it was already a soft sofa and a fragrant quilt.
She lifted the quilt covering her, and could only walk barefoot on the ground without finding shoes.
Then, she saw a man wearing only pajamas, sitting on a chair with his back to Shen Yan, reading a book, with a gold incense burner not far away.
Very refined.
His hair was wet and he looked like he had just taken a shower.
And this man is not Ji Mingyue, but... his little uncle?
Shen Yan must say that he was indeed a little surprised.
This man does not look like some lustful bastard, and his face is also very orthodox handsome.
Could it be...
Shen Yan stopped the man who clearly heard the voice but didn't even look at him.
Feeling a little sore in the throat.
"Yes... Did Ji Mingyue give me to you?" Just like the other men who gang-raped her.
The man glanced at her lightly, but didn't answer.
"What do you call you?"
"My name is Xiang... Shen Yan."
"My name is Shen Yan." She used her real name, because it was meaningless to hide it.
"You can call me Cheng Simian." He nodded politely.
"However," the man followed Shen Yan's gaze towards the aromatherapy incense burner and lowered his eyes.
"It wasn't Mingyue who gave you to me, but me."
"What?"
Shen Yan didn't know if he meant it literally.
"Mingyue begged me," Cheng Simian rubbed his brows, very annoyed, "Said he can't satisfy you now..."
Shen Yan's face turned red.
This is the same as how strong her sexual desire is, even if it is strong, it is because of Ji Mingyue.
"So please, let me dedicate yourself if you want."
! ! !
"You promised?"
How is that possible? Such ridiculous words.
"I don't want to agree, but his body is too weak now." Cheng Simian said.
"However, I don't want to touch my nephew's woman, so I'll prepare some props for you if you want."
"Is that okay?"
Cheng Simian asked politely in a cold voice.
Shen Yan was speechless for a while.
"No need, thank you, I don't need it."
"You want me?"
"No," Shen Yan shook his head, already fully understanding what Cheng Simian meant, he was just no match for the begging of his injured nephew, and he had nothing to do with Shen Yan little interest.
"I don't need you, and I don't need... props."
"I can do it myself."
Cheng Simian smiled, very polite.
"Better so."
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