Xin Yue huddled up in Yan Zhan's arms. She clutched Yan Zhan's sleeves tightly, as if she couldn't breathe.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

There was a hint of urgency in Yan Zhan's deep voice.

"Yan Zhan, I... I feel so much pain, and my heart is so tight... I can't breathe..."

She grabbed her chest with one hand, as if she wanted to tear apart her clothes.

Yan Zhan grabbed her hand, hesitated briefly and then said decisively:

"I'll do it."

Yan Zhan turned her body so that her back was facing him.

Then, he reached out to the clothes in front and untied her clothes. Soon, the clothes on her upper body were taken off one after another, and the girl's white back was revealed to Yan Zhan's sight.

Even though their backs were facing each other, they were still very close, so close that Yan Zhan could smell the faint fragrance emanating from the girl's body, carrying a deadly fragrance, rushing towards his world.

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

The uncovered back made his throat feel tight. His fingertips tremblingly stretched towards Xin Yue's infinitely beautiful back. The skin was made of fat and the bones were made of ice. Where his fingers collided, the tentacles were extremely smooth.

The layers create a sultry heat.

Her waist is so thin, as soft as a willow supporting the wind.

The burning sensation from heart to body felt strange to Yan Zhan. He neither dared nor wanted to let go of this emotion. After a brief moment of hesitation, he resolutely stretched his fingers towards the thread on her back, which wrapped around the ups and downs of her breasts.

, the thread that made it hard for her to breathe.

The bonds are loosened.

But the next moment, the softness of the whole world came one after another.

Xin Yue's body seemed to have fallen into unprecedented weakness, and he couldn't hold on anymore and fell down. His white jade-like body just fell into Yan Zhan's arms.

Whose world is in chaos?

Yan Zhan's back stiffened, and he felt Xin Yue's body sliding down in his arms. He subconsciously stretched his hands to Xin Yue's waist, and touched her soft waist with his slightly trembling palms. The flames surging in his body became louder than ever.

stand up.

And Xin Yue in his arms, perhaps because of this sudden unfamiliar touch, let out an unbearable cry while half asleep and half awake.

Yan Zhan felt like he was being shocked by electricity, and he no longer dared to lower his head, because he knew that once he leaned down and the scenery on her chest caught his eyes, everything would probably develop into a situation that he could not imagine.

He took a deep breath, and Xin Yue's low voice came:

"cold……"

Realizing that Xin Yue was not wearing any clothes, Yan Zhan hurriedly put them on her. He was still facing her back, but in order to fasten the belt on her chest, he had to turn her body over.

As soon as he pulled it over, he regretted it.

Because he overestimated the quality of his clothes in the rush, Xin Yue's clothes on the back were neatly dressed, but the clothes in the front were so unsatisfactory.

The loose clothes could not hide the half-exposed spring beauty, and the erect plumpness was looming. Yan Zhan's eyes were dark, and he felt that it was nonsense to say that her breasts were small.

Trembling fingers could not fasten her silk belt, and thin beads of sweat appeared on Yan Zhan's forehead. He gave up the idea of ​​continuing to arrange her clothes, and hurriedly pulled the quilt aside and covered her body.

He himself also fell down and fell on the bed with her.

She was inside the quilt, and he was outside the quilt. He covered her head, and his airtight posture seemed to calm his turbulent heart.

However, there is no peace for a moment.

He could never forget the lingering feeling when his hand touched the softness of her chest, he could not ignore her blushing moment when his hand reached into her clothes, and he could not resist the ripples caused by looking at her or touching her.

.

He felt like he was going crazy.

"Well..." Xin Yue felt bored and poked his head out from under the quilt, but his eyes never opened.

Yan Zhan's heart was beating like a drum. Suddenly Xin Yue stretched out a hand from the quilt and hooked his neck carelessly. She must be dreaming, with a faint smile on her face and a soft teasing from her mouth:

"Yan Zhan, good brother..."

Her sleeping face was innocent, and her thick eyelashes were trembling, like a delicate little fan, stirring up the fire in his body a little more.

Perhaps his mouth was dry, and Xin Yue licked his lips unconsciously. Those lips were rosy and infinitely attractive. Yan Zhan's throat tightened, and he told himself, repeatedly told himself, this is impossible, his taste is not good.

Maybe it's because he can't be interested in such a man-like woman.

This must be an illusion.

Yes, they are brothers. Well, that's definitely the case. Yes, just treat her as a man, that's all.

However, I still can't settle down.

What appeared before his eyes was always her fragile, timid and pitiable look when she revealed her true feelings, her calm look when she flipped her hair and mouthed funny words, and she always fell unconscious into his arms with her hair disheveled.

Her face is flushed and charming, and she always speaks unpleasant words, as if she is angry but also angry.

Also, I obviously can't remember it, I should choose to keep it in the dust, but the beautiful appearance still keeps popping up in my mind - her snow-white back, the skin on the neck that can be broken by blowing, the delicate and charming collarbone, and the looming breasts.

The graceful hills and waist are as soft as willow branches.

Yan Zhan felt that if he did not leave the scene, everything would be difficult to deal with.

However, an inexplicable emotion filled his heart and invaded his reason little by little.

Just hug her through the quilt again, just for a while.

Then, many more and more.

Then, um, I wanted to sleep.

Then, it got a little cold.

Then, he threw off his shoes, pulled over the quilt, and shrank a little further into the bed.

It's really cold here, and the quilt is too thin. Hey, there seems to be a thermal blanket next to it. What's weird? Why can't it be opened? Forget it, I'm so sleepy, just hold it and sleep like this.

…

The next day, when Xin Yue opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a handsome face magnified countless times in front of her.

Yan Zhan's face was as clear as jade, without any flaws. His face was close to Xin Yue's cheek, and with Xin Yue's slight movement, he was buried in her neck.

Xin Yue's body was still weak. She managed to lift her arms and found that her clothes were still intact, and her frown relaxed.

But, this, what's going on?

The man's hand was placed on her waist. There was no gap between their bodies. His breath spread evenly and densely on her neck. Xin Yue lowered his head and could see the corners of his thin lips pursed.

A faint smile of satisfaction.

The breath on the man's body was as fresh as bamboo after the rain. It smelled incredible. Xin Yue inevitably blushed.

But when she pushed him, he didn't move. The weak Xin Yue couldn't move him away as hard as before. She didn't even think of waking him up for a while, because she thought of something that was enough to shock her to death.

She vaguely remembered that she put her hand on Yan Zhan's shoulder, pulled him closer to her, and said, "Yan Zhan, good brother."

Then, Yan Zhanjiu became her brother and fell asleep together?

That's for sure.

Xin Yue wanted to cry but had no tears. It was all her own fault that made her so embarrassed now...

She didn't even want to wake Yan Zhan up, she would be so embarrassed then.

But being held tightly by him like this is even worse.

Xin Yue was entangled as never before.
Chapter completed!