Chapter 18 Out of control

When Yan Qian woke up, her head was dizzy. When she raised her eyes, she saw her father leaning against the windowsill smoking. The curling smoke enveloped him, like a dream and looking very unreal.

The window was opened and light came in, falling on his side, decorating his outline more perfectly.

Yan Qian put her cheek on the pillow, which made her fascinated.

The cigarette in the man's hand was about to burn out. He pressed it out in the ashtray beside him, and pulled out another new lit one, tilting his head and holding the cigarette, looking worried.

Yan Qian thought silently: The slap is too fierce.

woke up?

Yan Qichi exhaled a mouthful of white smoke, clamped the smoke between his fingers, and looked back at her on the bed.

Inexplicably, Yan Qian felt a blushing and her ears were hot, and she quickly lowered her eyes and replied: Yes.

Are you going to get up?Yan Qichi asked, maybe because he smoked too much smoke, his voice sounded a little low and hoarse, but it was more magnetic.

After pausing for a few seconds, he said to Yan Qian again: It’s raining outside.

It's raining?Yan Qian got up from the bed, put on her shoes, and walked towards the window.

Seeing this, Yan Qichi turned around and stepped back a little, allowing her to stand in front of him.

It rained quite heavily.Yan Qian stood on the windowsill, looking at the scenery in the rain outside the glass window, and sighed: The scenery of the campus in the rain is beautiful.

Yan Qichi, holding his cigarette finger, pointed to a building in the rain, and said: That's where I went to class.

Yan Qian looked back at him and realized that the distance between the two was too close.

My heartbeat suddenly became chaotic again.

She turned her head in panic and continued to look out the window, but her hands, which were just holding on the windowsill, couldn't help but tremble gently.

The girl of sixteen or seventeen years old could not hide her emotions well. Compared with her, Yan Qichi was just an old fox.

He suddenly took a step forward, pressed it to her back as if nothing had happened, lowered his head and asked in her ear: Are you afraid of me?

A flash of blush spread rapidly from Yan Qian's ears. She lowered her face and shook her head.

I'm afraid, but I want to get close.

My father's calm breathing came to my ears, so close that it made her legs weak.

Yan Qichi stared at her silently for a while before speaking: Your clothes were not buttoned up.

Yan Qian then noticed that at some point, the two buttons of her shirt were loosened, revealing a little cleavage. She was shocked and hurriedly raised her hand to button it up, but as soon as one hand was raised, she was held by Yan Qichi's hand that stretched out from behind.

I heard my father say in a calm tone: Don’t hinder.

Yan Qian's heart trembled, her body almost fell down, her heartbeat as fast as if she was about to get sick.

Her buttons were opened and she was exposed, but her father told her not to button them.

Dad... She called him tremblingly.

This dad is awe and a constraint. It reminds the two of them that their relationship does not allow any deviant behavior.

dad.Yan Qian spoke again and said almost begging: I'll let me hold it on, okay?

Yan Qichi didn't say it was OK, nor did he say it was bad. His hand was always tightly holding her wrist, pinching it very hard, which made Yan Qian feel a little pain.

A depressing atmosphere enveloped them, silent and restless.

After a long time, Yan Qichi finally took off his strength and slowly let go of Yan Qian's wrist.

While Yan Qian breathed a sigh of relief, she felt an unspeakable loss in her heart.

Suddenly, the hand wrapped around again. This time, he hugged Yan Qian's waist directly, with great force, and hugged her so that she fell back into his arms.

The next second, Yan Qian felt her breasts on her left were held by her clothes.

Ah... She was shocked and panicked, but the sound she blurted out was particularly soft, like a woman's moaning on the bed.

The breathing that dad put on her ear was heavy and hot. His chest was wide and strong, and the genitals pressed against her waist and hips were very strong and hard.

Dad, don't...don't do this...

She was frightened, her voice was crying, and she begged for mercy in a low voice like a small animal.

Yan Qichi took a deep breath, and his nose was instantly filled with the scent of milk from the girl's body.

He suppressed the throbbing of his body and asked in a hoarse voice:

Why not do this? Don’t you like it?