After I died, the male supporting characters all turned black and went crazy

Chapter 225 Have you touched enough?

"Have you touched enough?"

Tu Sijun's eyes were a little red, as if he was trying hard to endure.

After the hand holding the long gown released Su Ping's wrist, the long gown naturally fell off, revealing her fair skin.

Su Ping's gaze slid down his slender neck uncontrollably, and finally landed on his waist.

Before she could take a closer look, Tu Sijun had already reacted and quickly covered himself with his long gown.

"Sister, do you look good?"

These words sounded like they were said with gritted teeth.

Su Ping looked up and found that he was looking at her with a sinister gaze.

That look made her heart tremble, and she subconsciously shook her head: "It doesn't look good."

"Too thin, like a child..."

Wait, why did she feel that the way he looked at her was even more terrifying?

Tu Sijun was so angry that his chest was heaving. He simply stopped covering it up and grabbed her hand and put it on his waist.

As if to prove to her that she was not a child, Su Ping's eyelashes trembled, and she was shocked by the delicate and smooth touch of her hand.

"Don't you like to be touched, sister?"

After Tu Sijun finished speaking, he clearly felt Su Ping's hand on his waist tremble.

Then I saw her look away unnaturally: "Don't talk nonsense, when did I like to be touched?"

"Besides, you have nothing here, how is it any different than touching yourself?"

After Su Ping finished speaking, he wanted to take his hand back.

But Tu Sijun held her hand tightly and she couldn't move at all.

Tu Sijun looked at her dimly and sneered.

"Really? Then let me see if they are the same."

After saying that, he actually leaned closer.

Su Ping was startled and leaned back subconsciously: "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet, listen to my excuse..."

But Tu Sijun didn't wait for her to finish speaking and pushed her down on the bed with force.

Because he was facing away from the light, his face looked not sure if he was angry or ashamed. It was not as sickly pale as usual, but had a hint of pink.

The lips also had a hint of blood color, and looked very soft.

Su Ping swallowed and quickly looked away.

She kept reminding herself in her heart that Tu Sijun was not a good person and she must not be deceived by his appearance.

"Sister, why don't you dare look at me?"

"Who do you like better, me or my brother?"

Tu Sijun chuckled and leaned closer to her and asked.

A fatal question appeared.

Su Ping took a deep breath and met his eyes.

“I don’t like any of them.”

The smile on Tu Sijun's face gradually disappeared when he heard Su Ping continue to speak.

"Tu Hengchuan is a psychopath. He locks me in my room every day."

"And you..."

There was a meaningful expression on Su Ping's face, and after a long while he said three words.

"You can not."

[Host, you are jumping around like crazy in his minefield.]

The smile on Tu Sijun's face when she scolded Tu Hengchuan completely disappeared when she heard the last three words.

He held Su Ping's hand tightly, as if he wanted to crush it.

This damn woman actually said he was not capable?

Su Ping knew he had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "This is not possible, it doesn't mean that is not possible, don't think too much."

But Tu Sijun was no longer willing to listen to any extra words. He was eager to prove to her whether he could do it or not.

"It's okay, sister. You can try tonight to see if I can do it."

After Tu Sijun finished speaking, his hand moved down from Su Ping's shoulder to her waist.

He hadn't forgotten what she had just said about touching him being no different from touching herself.

In this case, he really wanted to see if there was really no difference.

Su Ping's breath was choked, and she quickly held his hand.

"I'm just kidding. You're in much better shape than me. Calm down and don't be impulsive."

But Tu Sijun's hand did not stop, and his fingertips stroked her waist bit by bit.

"Words are not enough, I have to see it with my own eyes."

After saying that, he grabbed the hem of Su Ping's clothes and was about to lift it up the next second.

Su Ping was so anxious that she stopped pretending, grabbed his hand tightly and kicked him to the side.

Then she sat up straight, turned around, grabbed his wrist and pressed him under her.

Tu Sijun was caught off guard. Looking at Su Ping who was pressing him down, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Doesn't she have no strength?

How did they seize the initiative in just two seconds?

Su Ping had been pretending for so long that she almost forgot that she could resist, but she didn't expect that Tu Sijun could be knocked down so easily by her.

"I said it was a conditioned reflex, do you believe me?"

Being stared at by him, Su Ping's scalp felt a little numb.

Two seconds later, Tu Sijun grinned, an inexplicable smile on his face, and said.

"So my sister likes this."

???

What the hell is he talking about? She likes this!

Su Ping let go of his hand with a gloomy look on her face and tried to get up, but he leaned forward slightly and grabbed her wrist.

"As long as my sister likes me, you can do whatever you want to me."

He talked to himself, his eyes moving down to his sprained waist.

"It's indeed inconvenient for me to do this, but my sister is really thoughtful."

After realizing what he was saying, Su Ping blushed.

"You misunderstood, that's not what I meant."

After saying that, she twisted her wrist, trying to break free from his grasp.

But Tu Sijun, who had no strength to be pushed down by her just now, now grabbed her hand like a pair of pliers, making it impossible for her to break free.

Tu Sijun looked at her with a hurt expression: "Isn't that what you meant, sister?"

Su Ping was dumbfounded. What was he acting?

The sheets beneath him were dark, forming a sharp contrast with his fair skin, and every part of them stimulated Su Ping's senses.

Something in the air seemed to be quietly heating up, and Su Ping was caught off guard when he grabbed her hand and placed it on his heaving left chest.

It was a little hot, and Su Ping wanted to pull it back, but he held it stubbornly.

"Sister, listen."

The sound of my heartbeat accompanied the sound of his voice, and a tingling sensation came from my fingertips.

"It's beating for you, can you feel it?"

Stared at by his sparkling eyes, Su Ping's scalp felt a little numb.

She can't stand moral blackmail the most.

She said this as if her heart would stop beating without her.

Tu Sijun heard her chuckle and lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes.

He thought she was different from other women, but he didn't expect that she was the kind of woman who would submit to him with just a flick of his finger.

In this respect, that woman is different from her, although that woman is more playful.

When Tu Sijun thought of the scene he saw that day, his chest ached.

He looked at Su Ping, who was pinching his skin, in disbelief. How dare she...

Su Ping grinned and gradually increased the strength of his hands.

Since he insisted on saying so, wouldn't it be a waste of his thoughts if she didn't do something?