Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Holding the gentle chin, he forcefully forced her to drink the glass of wine she had poured.

Then, leaning forward again, and kissed——

Struggling gently and subconsciously, the body twisted violently.

In the chaos, his gaze met Dongfang Aoshi——

His thick eyebrows were tightly fixed, and his black pupils were covered with a layer of gray, as if he was struggling violently and painfully...

For a moment, tenderness was suddenly suppressed in his eyes, unable to move.

She has never seen Dongfang Aoshi showing such an expression, very fragile...

In my impression, Dongfang Aoshi is always strong and in control of everything——

Sure enough, are you drunk?

In a daze, Dongfang Aoshi used the same method to drink several glasses of wine.

The movement became more and more wobbly.

Only by being gentle can we not fall down.

Rourou wanted to support him while holding the wine glass, so tired that she was sweating profusely.

It should be...almost right?

Gentlely looked down at Dongfang Aoshi, "Dongfang Aoshi, do you want to lie down and rest?"

"Second Miss, accompany me?" Dongfang Aoshi said in a low voice, his scorching breath spraying on her neck.

Wen Rou's whole body was stiff, and her cheeks were hot and bright red.

Putting away the wine glass, putting it on the table, half-dragging and half-dragging gently, sweating from exhaustion, finally put Dongfang Aoshi at peace——

Dongfang Aoshi lay there, his brows furrowed, his handsome face flushed, as if he was in pain.

A devil like him who wants wind and rain will also have painful things?

Tenderness is really incomprehensible.

For some reason, seeing his painful appearance, Ruan suddenly softened her heart.

He twisted the towel and simply wiped Dongfang Aoshi, trying to make him feel less uncomfortable.

When you're done wiping, put the towel back...

The moment she got out of bed, Dongfang Aoshi suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Wen Rou was startled, and the towel fell off.

Looking back, Dongfang Aoshi was looking at him——

His face was flushed, and his black eyes were clouded with dust.

"Are you alright? Could it be... wanting to vomit?" Dongfang Aoshi was lying inside, if he really vomited, the bed would definitely be dirty.

Wenrou doesn't want to be busy in the middle of the night.

With all his strength, he helped Dongfang Aoshi up, "You sit over there first, and I'll ask the steward to make a cup of sober tea."

With that said, he wanted to help Dongfang Aoshi down.

But Dongfang Aoshi grabbed her hand, turned over, and pressed Wenrou again...down.

Gentle was dizzy by his movements.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes were staring at him closely.

body, on top of her.

Gently frowned and pushed, but remained motionless.

In the next second, Dongfang Aoshi clasped his hands and pressed them against his sides.

The bright black eyes stared at Gentleness tightly.

Wenrou's scalp was numb from his sight, and her voice was dry, "My lord...are you sober?"

Dongfang Aoshi did not speak, his eyes became deeper and deeper, like a bottomless pool of water.

Wen Rou's nerves went numb, and there was an ominous premonition of being seen through, and her voice trembled, "Oriental pride?"

Dongfang Aoshi didn't seem to hear it, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Wen Rou was flustered, afraid that he was awake, but she didn't dare to show it, "Oriental pride?"

"Are you drunk?"

"Still awake?"

"Dongfang Aoshi, you—"

While talking a few words, Dongfang Aoshi ignored him.Holding the gentle chin, he forcefully forced her to drink the glass of wine she had poured.

Then, leaning forward again, and kissed——

Struggling gently and subconsciously, the body twisted violently.

In the chaos, his gaze met Dongfang Aoshi——

His thick eyebrows were tightly fixed, and his black pupils were covered with a layer of gray, as if he was struggling violently and painfully...

For a moment, tenderness was suddenly suppressed in his eyes, unable to move.

She has never seen Dongfang Aoshi showing such an expression, very fragile...

In my impression, Dongfang Aoshi is always strong and in control of everything——

Sure enough, are you drunk?

In a daze, Dongfang Aoshi used the same method to drink several glasses of wine.

The movement became more and more wobbly.

Only by being gentle can we not fall down.

Rourou wanted to support him while holding the wine glass, so tired that she was sweating profusely.

It should be...almost right?

Gentlely looked down at Dongfang Aoshi, "Dongfang Aoshi, do you want to lie down and rest?"

"Second Miss, accompany me?" Dongfang Aoshi said in a low voice, his scorching breath spraying on her neck.

Wen Rou's whole body was stiff, and her cheeks were hot and bright red.

Putting away the wine glass, putting it on the table, half-dragging and half-dragging gently, sweating from exhaustion, finally put Dongfang Aoshi at peace——

Dongfang Aoshi lay there, his brows furrowed, his handsome face flushed, as if he was in pain.

A devil like him who wants wind and rain will also have painful things?

Tenderness is really incomprehensible.

For some reason, seeing his painful appearance, Ruan suddenly softened her heart.

He twisted the towel and simply wiped Dongfang Aoshi, trying to make him feel less uncomfortable.

When you're done wiping, put the towel back...

The moment she got out of bed, Dongfang Aoshi suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Wen Rou was startled, and the towel fell off.

Looking back, Dongfang Aoshi was looking at him——

His face was flushed, and his black eyes were clouded with dust.

"Are you alright? Could it be... wanting to vomit?" Dongfang Aoshi was lying inside, if he really vomited, the bed would definitely be dirty.

Wenrou doesn't want to be busy in the middle of the night.

With all his strength, he helped Dongfang Aoshi up, "You sit over there first, and I'll ask the steward to make a cup of sober tea."

With that said, he wanted to help Dongfang Aoshi down.

But Dongfang Aoshi grabbed her hand, turned over, and pressed Wenrou again...down.

Gentle was dizzy by his movements.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes were staring at him closely.

body, on top of her.

Gently frowned and pushed, but remained motionless.

In the next second, Dongfang Aoshi clasped his hands and pressed them against his sides.

The bright black eyes stared at Gentleness tightly.

Wenrou's scalp was numb from his sight, and her voice was dry, "My lord...are you sober?"

Dongfang Aoshi did not speak, his eyes became deeper and deeper, like a bottomless pool of water.

Wen Rou's nerves went numb, and there was an ominous premonition of being seen through, and her voice trembled, "Oriental pride?"

Dongfang Aoshi didn't seem to hear it, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Wen Rou was flustered, afraid that he was awake, but she didn't dare to show it, "Oriental pride?"

"Are you drunk?"

"Still awake?"

"Dongfang Aoshi, you—"

While talking a few words, Dongfang Aoshi ignored him.