Boss' Childhood Sweetheart Wants To Fuck Me

51. What is going on?

What is going on?

Wine, Brother Chen, you and I... have been like that, and you didn't even smell it?" Lin Xinian's voice was tinged with grievance, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Chen, I haven't settled accounts with you yet. You clearly promised me that you would come back to celebrate my birthday. You didn't keep your word. I was planning to ignore you again. Later, I locked myself in the room and drank a lot of wine. Did you come back after that?"
    As the girl's light voice fell, Huo Tianchen's whole body froze in place, his eyes full of shock. He looked around the room in disbelief and was surprised to find that there was a crystal chandelier hanging above his head, several empty wine bottles on the desk next to the bed, and a black suit and a white lace skirt could be vaguely seen in the pile of clothes scattered on the ground.
    He remembered that she was wearing a short skirt last night, and he was not wearing a suit.
    The most important thing is that this is obviously the Lin family!
    What is going on?
    Is he dreaming?
    He raised his palm and slapped his face hard. The crisp sound of the slap rang out in the room. It was really fucking painful. He didn't care about the burning pain on his face. He immediately looked around. His consciousness was clear and the scene was real. So he was not dreaming?
    "Brother Achen, don't be like this. I'm not really angry. How could I really be angry with you? Does it hurt? Does it hurt?" Lin Xinian was completely unaware of the thin blanket sliding down her chest. She pressed Huo Tianchen's face distressedly.
    "Hiss." Hearing an unbearable low cry, Lin Xinian timidly withdrew her hand. Huo Tianchen turned around and found the spring light on her chest. He stared at it motionlessly, feeling that a certain part of his lower body instantly became hard to the extreme.
    Lin Xinian didn't notice the naked gaze on her. She looked up and carefully checked the red marks on his face. She pouted her lips and came forward to breathe gently on his cheek: "I'll blow it for you, and it won't hurt after a blow."
    The warm breath kept spraying on his face. Huo Tianchen couldn't help holding his breath, and his heart was itching. This was the 18-year-old Nian Nian. Is it the morning after her birthday?
    He didn't escape like he did that time, but stayed and finished with her, right?
    The first kiss and first night that he had been thinking about for 8 years, finally handed over to his most beloved girl in person on the most perfect night?
    True or false, he just hoped that time could stay at this moment forever, because the difference in one thought that night was the past that he wanted to go back and change countless times in the past four years.
    But at that time, she was under him, and he clearly heard her calling someone else's name. What was going on?
    "Nian Nian." Huo Tianchen opened his thin lips slightly, wanting to turn around and take a closer look at his girl, but the slight turn made his cheek directly touch the cherry lips close to hers. The soft touch mixed with slight pain instantly swept through his body, but he did not move at all, and was reluctant to move.
    After Lin Xinian was stunned for three seconds, she timidly stepped back a certain distance. Although the red mark was clearly on Huo Tianchen's face, her little face seemed to be redder than his.
    "Aren't you going to help me blow? How can you blow when you are so far away from me? Come closer." Huo Tianchen touched her red little face and moved closer to her little by little, or to be more precise, to the direction of her little mouth.
    In a hot gaze, Lin Xinian felt soft all over. She obviously had a chance to escape, but she slowly closed her eyes, her chest heaving violently, as if she was faintly expecting something.
    However, the imagined kiss did not fall, and a loud knock on the door completely interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere in the room: "Miss, are you up? I'm coming in."
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