Chapter: 1652

After Yu Lou left.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out at the blue sky, cloudless, and she was in a good mood.

After a while, someone knocked on the door and came in.

Su Nan thought it was Yu Lou, so she didn't look back, waiting for him to speak...

But the footsteps stopped behind, but there was no sound for a long time.

Just as Su Nan felt something was wrong, a familiar deep and smooth voice broke the silence.

"You are so focused, what are you looking at?"

Su Nan was taken aback for a moment, then turned around to look at Shang Qian, who was standing there with a tall body, and was stunned for a moment.

"How did you come?"

Shang Qian smiled gently, his eyebrows drooped slightly, and there was a slight warmth in his eyes.

"Of course I miss you, my girlfriend."

He opened his arms, stood there, and made a color for her.

Su Nan froze for a moment, he wanted to hug her?

This action is simply too obvious.

Shang Qian broke the boundaries one after another, and she was no longer surprised by it.

Every time she touched her, she didn't feel disgusted. He had a very good smell of wood agarwood, which was intoxicating.

Su Nan gritted her teeth, walked over silently, and leaned stiffly in his arms.

Hearing the laughter coming from his chest, Su Nan's face suddenly turned red.

piping hot.

She wanted to run away instantly, but a pair of hands wrapped around her waist tightly, imprisoning her in her arms.

Gentle but powerful.

Shang Qian's hand rested on her lower back, looking at the direction she had just looked at.

With a hoarse voice, she whispered in her ear,

"So it's so pretty..."

Like a feather brushing against the tip of his heart, Su Nan's heart felt numb for a moment as if an electric current passed through it.

He hinted at it secretly, but Su Nan couldn't agree on it.

She struggled for a while, and Shang Qian knew how to let go.

He also knew not to go too far.

Sugar is enough for today.

Su Nan turned around as if nothing had happened, and sat on the rattan chair in front of the French window.