"dong dong dong,"

"Enter,"

Wen Lin took a long breath and walked in slowly.

All the sunlight was blocked by the heavy curtains, and only a very dim table lamp was quietly lit, and Wen Lin could only barely see the outline of Vicia.

She sat on the side of the bed with a book in her hand. Wen Lin couldn't help but wonder, in such a dim situation, can she read the words on the book clearly?

After Wen Lin came in, she put down the book in her hand, "Come to me,"

The voice was calm and cold, without any ups and downs.

Wen Lin couldn't see the expression on her face, but felt that there seemed to be a redness that had condensed into reality in the darkness. Guo's sight peeled her away, a trace. Not an inch.

She took off her shoes at the door, the soft expensive carpet under her feet, and she walked over to Vicia.

"Chairman,"

"Call my name,"

"Vicia,"

She was sitting, while Wen Lin was standing.

But the pressure on his shoulders did not change in any way because of this posture.

In the dark, Vicia slowly hooked her lips, even if she lost

Wen Lin, who remembered, still had a terrifyingly powerful self-control.

The sparse facial features and the straight posture make people unable to see any flaws.

even myself...

Silently smiled, Vicia asked aloud, "Has the bidding document of country Q been changed?"

"It has been changed, the relevant parameters of the technical part have been revised, and the relevant documents are only waiting for your signature,"

The tone of the two was indifferent and alienated, as if they were just strangers to each other.

"What has been changed, read it to me,"

It seems to be making things difficult, but Wen Lin has long been accustomed to this kind of request from Visia, and she read it out without any mistakes.

Wen Lin was wearing a short skirt today, her legs were straight and beautiful, Vicia suddenly lowered her eyes, stretched her hand into the tiny gap, and opened it gently.

Then, rubbing upwards, he picked up the small piece of fabric.

The originally gentle breathing suddenly began to quicken, and the tone began to become intermittent.

Wen Lin secretly pinched her palms, her body froze, and the pain made her ignore her body for a short time. The same below.

Fortunately, the person didn't intend to make things difficult, and after pulling out the little thing that was still vibrating quietly, she withdrew her hand.

"This is punishment," Vicia said lightly.

At this time, Wen Lin wished the light was darker. She lowered her eyes, and Vichy's fingers, as well as the small things she casually placed aside, were covered with a layer of bright water.

His face, which he tried to keep flat, began to turn a shallow blush.

Every part of her body was tense, and Wen Lin speeded up her speech. She just hoped to finish the report soon and leave soon.

From the outside, Wen Lin was still calm and indifferent.

Vicia blinked, and she suddenly touched Wen Lin's tight waist.

A few days ago, it was here that she left countless blue and purple marks.

Her throat was slightly dry, and Vicia's eyes began to darken, and she suddenly wanted to see if those marks had faded away. If so, she wouldn't mind adding some more.

It was at this moment's touch that Wen Lin's legs suddenly became weak, and she suddenly fell to one side.

A pair of slender but strong arms embraced her from behind.

The gradually rising temperature, mixed with a unique cold aroma, slowly surrounded Wen Lin from behind her shoulders.

With a sharp neigh in her head, Wen Lin slowed her breathing, she raised her head slightly, and was about to stand up.

The strength that imprisoned her suddenly increased, and an indifferent scolding, "Did I let you move?"

Suddenly, even breathing stopped.

A cold hand slid across the collarbone from the back of the neck, and then slid onto the first button.

His fingers fluttered, and a little snow was exposed, which was especially dazzling in the dim environment.

Wen Lin couldn't help biting her lower lip, the faint excitement made her even more embarrassed and ashamed.

Wen Lin shuddered violently the moment Vicia completely pulled the cover off.

The scalding temperature is intertwined between the two, entangled, and inseparable.

Wen Lin had an unspeakable urge at a certain moment. Even if she died for the woman on her body, she would be willing to, because she was pulled up by her from the mud.

She should be hers inside and out.

joyous. Pleasant crisp. The numbness impacted the moral sense in his mind, and Mizusawa passed from the corner of Wen Lin's eyes during the ups and downs of the water.

The person on the body froze, and a pity kiss immediately fell into the corner of Wen Lin's eyes,

"Don't cry," actually brought a hint of gentleness.

This gentle delusion made Wen Lin feel more thirsty. Wang, she suddenly grabbed Vicia's wrist impulsively, pulled the person towards her, and bit her lip hard, with a hint of venting and accusation.

I thought she would be pushed away, but after the initial stunned, Vicia actually deepened the kiss.

It was like silent encouragement, encouraging Wen Lin to do more.

The emotion that was held in her heart was like a flood that broke a bank, and it flooded in an instant. Wen Lin grabbed the sheets under her body tightly,

She wanted to know what she was to Vicia, a lover or bed partner who came and went.

When she was close to her mouth, she was timid again, pursing her lips, but she was never able to ask.

Wen Lin didn't realize that Vicia was looking at her quietly, the surging love that no one could see clearly in her eyes.

That tragic memory was deeply hidden in Vicia's memory.

A wall of fire rising from the sea, the ship and the man sailed into the wall of fire and never came out.

She has been waiting, and has been waiting, until everything changes.

When we meet again, when she starts to become cautious, she forbears her love and teaches her to grow step by step.

She was looking forward to Wen Lin being side by side with her again and never parting.