honey deal

The bedroom was gently pushed away, and Ye Qingcheng was standing at the door, seeing this scene just in time, bitterness leaped into her heart, she did not expect that he was still in such pain after a few days.

Did i do something wrong?

she asked herself again.

The phone rang, and Ye Qingcheng answered it. After listening, his eyes rippled like water: "Okay, let's do it now."

Back in the room, she began to shower and change clothes, and then sat in front of the gorgeous dressing table to make up. After two painful operations, the color of the cross scar has faded a lot. For a woman who loves beauty, it is still a fatal flaw.

A look of sadness flashed across the beautiful eyes, and she pulled her hair to one side to cover up the blemishes. The face in the mirror suddenly glowed, and there was still a charm and mystery that wanted to hug a pipa half-hidden.

After going out, a Lamborghini Hermès quietly displayed its nobility and extraordinaryness under the moonlight.

"Miss Ye, please!" The man in black stood beside the car door, polite and elegant.

This painter's ostentation is really big enough!

Ye Qingcheng got into the car, slightly surprised at her calmness—she didn't know where she was going along the way or who the artist was.

The intermediary only said that the artist did not want to be named, she thought it was just right, it was just a transaction, after the money was settled, it would be best if they didn't know each other.

The car drove into a manor and stopped in front of a white European-style building.

"The studio is the first room on the left on the second floor. Go in by yourself." The man in black got out of the car first and opened the door for her.

Ye Qingcheng got out of the car and walked in slowly.

The interior also upholds the neoclassical style, with a large area of ​​light-colored walls and simple decoration, making it look relaxed, fresh and elegant.

Going up the white spiral staircase, the door of the first room on the left was half-opened, she stepped in without hesitation, her heart still felt like stagnant water, and the light in the room was really strange: half of it was day and half of it was night.

But since he didn't want to reveal his name, he naturally refused to show up.

Ye Qingcheng walked up to the mirror-like painting platform, slowly took off his coat, only wearing a light gauze, sat down with his back to the painter, and after finishing his pose, he gently opened his red lips: "Please start."

There was no sound in the room, only the rustling of brushes could be heard coming from the boundless darkness.

Love is gone, and beauty can't help but be destroyed like that. She is too extravagant to hope for eternity. Perhaps, only art can last forever.

There was a flash of light and shadow, and a picture of a lady appeared on the huge projection, and her breath was suffocated.

Under the light veil, half-naked and half-exposing the woman's perfect back line, her skin is as delicate as the moonlight, her face is sideways, her gaze is slightly drooping, and there is a smile on her lips, which is so beautiful.

"Please sign it for me: To my lost love." She murmured.

The room was extremely quiet, the brush was rustling on the paper, and she watched the words appear bit by bit: Beloved.

"Who are you?" Ye Qingcheng asked in amazement, and pulled the light gauze up smoothly, covering her body.

No one answered, only light footsteps were heard.

"You violated the rules." She reminded.

Without any intention of stopping, he continued to walk towards her step by step.

"Stop." She suddenly became frightened and shouted sharply.

In the next second, a pair of hands rested on her shoulders, with white and slender fingers, which seemed to have been seen before.

That style of painting seems to be very familiar.

With a thought, the man gently lifted her chin, reversed it, lifted it up, and stroked her side hair with the other hand.

"Don't touch it." Ye Qingcheng shouted in horror.

Except for the doctor, no one has seen her scar so far, not even Chi Rui, who is he, and why should he spy on her sad place?

That hand was full of persistence.

She closed her eyes in shame, readying an embarrassing surprise to burst from his mouth.

Suddenly, a light kiss fell.

Her heart trembled, and she slowly opened her thick eyelashes. The man's picturesque face showed love and obsession, as if what he kissed was not an ugly scar, but the most beautiful flower in the world.

"Brother Feng." Tears poured out.

Lips raised, Chi Feng ordered: "Call me Feng."

Ye Qingcheng was stunned, and then cried even harder.

"Qingcheng, call me." He insisted domineeringly.

"maple......"

She hesitated, wanting to say that her ugly self was no longer worthy, and sealed it with a kiss, sobbing all the shameful words between his lips and teeth.

"My first kiss." I loved that person for 26 years, but I gave him my first kiss. I felt my mind buzzing and it became blank. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't help but fall into it.

Chi Feng was delighted to feel her passivity, her trembling, and her shyness. This was her first time.

In this kiss, both of them have no rules, they are dominated by a primitive emotion, deep, entangled, playful...

Later, he was so hot that he finally pulled his lips, picked her up and walked to the bedroom.

The big bed was clean and white.

Chi Feng gently put the person in his arms on top, and with trembling hands, he removed a layer of veil from her body.

So beautiful!

Snow-white skin, graceful collarbone, round fragrant shoulders, graceful body curves, like a goddess in the sky, extremely alluring but not daring to play with.

"Qingcheng, I love you." He sighed and kissed her.

"Feng." Her body was trembling violently, and she grabbed the sheet with both hands, but there was a secret longing deep in her body, which made her more afraid and flustered, "I'm afraid."

His lips went down along the forehead, kissing her eyes, her eyebrows...every part of her body, from tenderness to warmth, until her fear was replaced by great longing.

He inserted his ten fingers between her fingers, clasped them tightly, kissed her lips, and blended with her...

Well--

The painful cry was swallowed into his mouth by him, her fingers tightened suddenly, the nails cut through his palm, and warm liquid flowed out.

"Qingcheng, I love you."

Such affectionate murmurs made her drunk, pain and joy were intertwined, turning into a voice calling: "Feng, Feng, Feng..."

When the morning breeze blew the curtains and light fell on the bright and clean floor, Ye Qingcheng woke up just like that, and unexpectedly met a pair of gentle and smiling eyes, and her face flushed to the bottom of her ears.

"Qingcheng, do you know what it means to return to Zhao with complete jade?" Chi Feng put his arm under her neck, tightened it, and pulled her into his arms.

"I don't know." Still feeling embarrassed, she rolled over and sat up.

The silk quilt was too soft, and slipped to the ground, and suddenly saw a red plum blooming on the snow-white sheet, and then she understood the meaning of his words, shy and embarrassed, grabbed the light gauze and put it on her body, got out of bed, Twisted and sat in front of the dresser.

Oh--

Ye Qingcheng was shocked by herself in the mirror.

The original cross scar on the face disappeared, replaced by a delicate pear blossom, glowing and blooming on the snow-white skin, delicate and charming, it is really an alluring posture, beautiful and beautiful.

"Qingcheng, you are so beautiful." Behind him, the man's eyes were fascinated.

Ye Qingcheng leaned back and leaned against him: "Feng, take me away!" She knew that from today onwards, her beauty would only bloom for this one man.