Chapter 14

Shen Qianshu's long legs were under his palm, and her hands were around his neck. The familiar smell of male hormones still had a strong aggressiveness after seven years, which awakened that strange memory.

The two people were so close together that the cold fragrance on her body smelled. Yeling thought countless times about what he would do if one day they met again. Countless thoughts flashed in his mind, and even the idea of tying her up and dying. It was abnormal and extreme.

Her petite body was firmly controlled by him, and her legs were separated at his waist. Her posture was ambiguous and embarrassed. Shen Qianshu looked at this handsome face, which was a little sharp, and her heart turned a thousand times.

She doesn't hate Yeling.

Especially after studying psychology.

She has always refused to admit that she specially studied psychology for Yeling.

She locked that memory.

Yeling gently stroked her thigh with one hand, and the palm with magic burned her skin through her thin dress. Shen Qianshu trembled slightly, speechless fear and guilt.

"These legs are really useful." He meant something. His cold eyes were full of deep desire. Shen Qianshu suddenly thought that in those years, he always liked to rest on her legs and stroked her long legs. His face was burning hot.

"One night husband and wife hundred days, don't be so violent." Shen Qianshu smiled pleasantly.

Overnight couple?

Huh?

Good!

"Before I break your leg, answer me a question. Where is my daughter?" Yeling asked in a deep voice.

Daughter?

What daughter?

Shen Qianshu was a little confused for a moment, and his eyes flashed a touch of sadness, which was soon covered up by her. She slightly lowered her head, and the tip of the man's nose was almost against her chin. She could only see her slightly trembling eyelashes and a piece of white skin, which looked as clever as a little white rabbit.

The pink cherry mouth, close at hand, exudes a peach like sweetness, which makes people guilty. Ye Ling's eyes are slightly dark, and his Adam's apple rolls up and down. He wants to pinch her slender neck, but he is fascinated by her beauty, and wants to trample her under his body.

She gently grabbed his skirt, and the white shirt felt cold under her fingertips. Shen Qianshu looked heartbroken, "Sir, our daughter has been kidnapped. Please help her."

In a small warehouse, two strong men are guarding the door, one is guarding the room, and a small milk bag like a pink carved jade is sitting on the shabby bed, with a small pink blue schoolbag beside it. Xiaonaibao is about seven years old, with smart big eyes, curled long eyelashes, white and tender, lotus like small arms, clean and soft short hair, and a delicate feeling of indistinguishability between male and female.

"Uncle, I'm hungry." He opened his mouth softly, his eyes pitiful, looking particularly sad. The strong man tutted impatiently, took two bags of biscuits and threw them on the table. Looking at the biscuits on the table, the little milk bag carefully tore open the biscuits, and the tears that he cried when he said it fell down, crying, "I miss Mommy."

Beautiful children are always distressing, especially after being tied for a long time, they have always been very clever, obedient and distressing.

"Stop crying, and you can go home at night."

Xiaonaibao looked at him tearfully, "really?"

"Really."

Xiaonaibao frowned, "but I'm dying."