Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

Moved and found that the bed seemed to be getting smaller?

Gentle frowned, ready to turn around.

There seemed to be something hanging around his waist.

Looking down, it was a big palm.

The ten fingers are slender and very beautiful, gently sticking to her abdomen.

Behind him, there was a burst of heat.

Gentle and stiff, you don't even need to think about who it is.

The world is proud of the East.

Except for him, no one else dared to enter this room, and even crawled onto her bed...on her bed.

Gentle and strongly disgusted, unable to accept that this man, unexpectedly so confident, climbed onto his bed... and acted as if nothing had happened between them.

Push him away hard.

Originally, Wen Rou wanted to get out of bed and leave.

Dongfang Aoshi was there, and she couldn't get through at all, so she hugged the quilt and shrank into a corner.

"woke up?"

In the next second, Dongfang Aoshi's deep voice rang in his ears.

Gentle turned her back and ignored it.

"I didn't eat anything last night, let's eat something first." Dongfang Aoshi whispered, and was not angry because of her ignorance.

Wen Rou lay there motionless, she didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, she just wanted him to go away quickly, not to continue to obstruct her eyes here.

An arm came from behind, wrapping around her waist, Dongfang Aoshi snuggled up, "Why don't you answer my king's words?"

Tender struggle.

Helpless, Dongfang Aoshi's arm was tightly bound like an iron chain, and he couldn't move at all.

"Let go!"

Dongfang Aoshi didn't let go, hugged her tightly, and said in an exceptionally soft voice, "Get up and eat something."

"Let me go!" Wen Rou said, pinching him hard.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't feel any pain or itching, he directly picked up the person and put his clothes on for Rou Wen himself.

Looking at his every move gently, the corner of his mouth is mocking, "I can't imagine that Ninth Prince will dress women one day!"

"Are you still angry with me?" Dongfang Aoshi picked her chin, his black eyes were deep.

Pat gently and forcefully, "Why am I angry with the Ninth Prince? Who is the Ninth Prince? Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Rou'er, you are still angry." Dongfang Aoshi said with certainty.

"Whatever you think." Wenrou turned away her face, not wanting to talk to him again.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes darkened, and he ordered the steward to prepare for washing and breakfast.

The maids brought in hot water to wash Wen Rou.

Dongfang Aoshi waved them back and twisted the cloth over.

Gentle but ignoring his affection, she glanced at him coldly, gathered her clothes, got out of bed, and washed herself.

Dongfang Aoshi froze there for a while, then slowly retracted, without getting angry, and continued to follow Wenrou's side.

Wenrou didn't even look at it, she completely regarded Dongfang Aoshi as air, and went out to eat directly after washing up.

The breakfast prepared by the steward was very rich, and the taste was mainly light, completely according to Gentle's preference.

Seeing the table full of things, the resentment in Gentle's chest was finally not so deep, and she sat down to have breakfast.

It is the principle of gentleness not to make trouble with one's own body.

She sat down, served herself a bowl of porridge, and tasted it slowly.

Dongfang Aoshi also finished washing, and sat down beside her.

The steward took a bowl to fill it for him.

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand.

The steward immediately understood and led the maids to retreat.When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

Moved and found that the bed seemed to be getting smaller?

Gentle frowned, ready to turn around.

There seemed to be something hanging around his waist.

Looking down, it was a big palm.

The ten fingers are slender and very beautiful, gently sticking to her abdomen.

Behind him, there was a burst of heat.

Gentle and stiff, you don't even need to think about who it is.

The world is proud of the East.

Except for him, no one else dared to enter this room, and even crawled onto her bed...on her bed.

Gentle and strongly disgusted, unable to accept that this man, unexpectedly so confident, climbed onto his bed... and acted as if nothing had happened between them.

Push him away hard.

Originally, Wen Rou wanted to get out of bed and leave.

Dongfang Aoshi was there, and she couldn't get through at all, so she hugged the quilt and shrank into a corner.

"woke up?"

In the next second, Dongfang Aoshi's deep voice rang in his ears.

Gentle turned her back and ignored it.

"I didn't eat anything last night, let's eat something first." Dongfang Aoshi whispered, and was not angry because of her ignorance.

Wen Rou lay there motionless, she didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, she just wanted him to go away quickly, not to continue to obstruct her eyes here.

An arm came from behind, wrapping around her waist, Dongfang Aoshi snuggled up, "Why don't you answer my king's words?"

Tender struggle.

Helpless, Dongfang Aoshi's arm was tightly bound like an iron chain, and he couldn't move at all.

"Let go!"

Dongfang Aoshi didn't let go, hugged her tightly, and said in an exceptionally soft voice, "Get up and eat something."

"Let me go!" Wen Rou said, pinching him hard.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't feel any pain or itching, he directly picked up the person and put his clothes on for Rou Wen himself.

Looking at his every move gently, the corner of his mouth is mocking, "I can't imagine that Ninth Prince will dress women one day!"

"Are you still angry with me?" Dongfang Aoshi picked her chin, his black eyes were deep.

Pat gently and forcefully, "Why am I angry with the Ninth Prince? Who is the Ninth Prince? Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Rou'er, you are still angry." Dongfang Aoshi said with certainty.

"Whatever you think." Wenrou turned away her face, not wanting to talk to him again.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes darkened, and he ordered the steward to prepare for washing and breakfast.

The maids brought in hot water to wash Wen Rou.

Dongfang Aoshi waved them back and twisted the cloth over.

Gentle but ignoring his affection, she glanced at him coldly, gathered her clothes, got out of bed, and washed herself.

Dongfang Aoshi froze there for a while, then slowly retracted, without getting angry, and continued to follow Wenrou's side.

Wenrou didn't even look at it, she completely regarded Dongfang Aoshi as air, and went out to eat directly after washing up.

The breakfast prepared by the steward was very rich, and the taste was mainly light, completely according to Gentle's preference.

Seeing the table full of things, the resentment in Gentle's chest was finally not so deep, and she sat down to have breakfast.

It is the principle of gentleness not to make trouble with one's own body.

She sat down, served herself a bowl of porridge, and tasted it slowly.

Dongfang Aoshi also finished washing, and sat down beside her.

The steward took a bowl to fill it for him.

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand.

The steward immediately understood and led the maids to retreat.