Beautiful Masterpiece in the 1970s

17

Chapter 17

Ruan Mingfu was uneasy, and she became more and more uneasy when Xie Yanzhao didn't speak for a long time.

At this moment, she thought a lot.

At the first meeting, Ruan Mingfu was ruthlessly rejected by him. A few times later, he ignored her advances. Thinking that she would be rejected again this time, she was angry and anxious, and her tears could not stop falling.

Zhou Peng had lost patience with her, and the only life-saving straw that Ruan Mingfu could grasp now was Xie Yanzhao.

As time went by, her heart seemed to be hanging in her throat. But this man still didn't react at all. Ruan Mingfu's hope in her heart was extinguished, and the light in her eyes was gradually dying...

That's right.

Marrying her is like marrying a trouble, and no one wants to do such a loss-making business.

Her beautiful and bright eyes were invaded by mist, and Ruan Mingfu bit her lower lip tightly, waiting for the final judgment from Xie Yanzhao.

Xie Yanzhao's eyes were gloomy and difficult to explain.

The cigarettes on his fingertips were thrown on the ground, and the tips of his feet crushed the sparks. He took a step forward and lowered his head to directly block Ruan Mingfu's red lips.

"Um~"

Ruan Mingfu's head was forced to look up, and the remaining tears in the corners of her eyes flowed down her temples. Two small hands could not help but tightly grasp the clothes of the person in front of her, and her bright and clean peach blossom eyes were full of shock.

Her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't think at all.

Her slender and soft waist was held tightly, and she couldn't even struggle.

But she was almost unable to breathe!

Ruan Mingfu's chest rose and fell rapidly, and the feeling of suffocation made her confused mind clear a little. She wanted to escape from Xie Yanzhao's control, but found that her whole body was firmly embedded in his arms and couldn't move.

Could it be that she would be the first person in the world to be suffocated to death by a kiss?

Ruan Mingfu reached out and slapped Xie Yanzhao's arm.

But this little strength was like an itchy child for a tall and strong man like this man.

It was Xie Yanzhao who felt the struggle of the person in his arms, and then he loosened her slightly.

Ruan Mingfu breathed rapidly.

Their foreheads touched, Xie Yanzhao chuckled: "How come you don't even know how to breathe?"

Ruan Mingfu didn't know how to answer.

She stared at him blankly, but fell into a pair of eyes as dark as ink. Ruan Mingfu's eyes were wide open with surprise, and her face was flushed, as if stained with a layer of rouge. Her red lips were slightly open, stained with wet water, and the tip of her small tongue could be vaguely seen...

Xie Yanzhao lowered his eyes for a long time, and then covered them again.

"You--"

Ruan Mingfu's words were swallowed before they came out.

She only felt the wetness and heat on her lips, and then he pried them open and conquered them.

Xie Yanzhao kept approaching her. She stood unsteadily and held the man's clothes tighter. Her knuckles turned white due to the force.