Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

“……”

Ye Qingcheng rolled his eyes and let Dongfang Shijin hold him.

The bed is not so big, just a double bed of ordinary specification. The height of Dongfang Shijin was 188. Now he hugged her and seemed a little narrow.

Ye Qingcheng moved his body, measured his eyes, and saw Dongfang Shijin slightly close his eyes. His eyelashes were thick and covered, and a small arc-shaped shadow fell.

She wanted to reach out and gently touch the frown of Dongfang Shijin, but now her body was tightly held by him, and she couldn't move at all.

"Sleep with me for a while," the business of Dongfang Shijin seemed to be a little drunk and misty, "wake me up in half an hour."

"Don't you sleep a little longer?"

"After half an hour, the guards on patrol will change posts. It's easier to go out at that time," explained Dongfang Shijin, "so wake me up in half an hour."

"OK." Ye Qingcheng looked at him, but his eyes stuck to his face.

"What am I doing?" he noticed.

"Just want to see you..." ye I Qingcheng dropped his eyelashes. "Oriental world brocade, do you think we will..."

"It's my job to protect you. All you need to do is stay here in peace of mind and wait for me to save you." Dongfang Shijin predicted what ye Qingcheng would ask. He interrupted her, leaned over and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Now I'm sleepy and sleep."

"Yes."

Ye Qingcheng answered.

She's not talking.

Dongfang Shijin held her tightly, and one leg was still pressed on her. It seemed that she was regarded as a human flesh pillow.

Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes and looked at the carved flowers on the ceiling, but there was a faint bitterness in his heart.

She doesn't know why she is sour. Maybe she feels sour because of what Xilin said this afternoon - Dongfang Shijin can't protect her?

Ye Qingcheng's eyes fell on the face of Dongfang Shijin. His face was so handsome that he was like a big lion when sleeping, but when facing her, he seemed to be separated from all indifference.

Ye Qingcheng moved slightly and leaned against his arms.

"Buzz -"

"Buzz -"

A shock of mobile phone came from his pocket. Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly and took a look. Dongfang Shijin seemed to be asleep.

She tried to pull out her arm and took out her mobile phone from his pocket. She only saw an English word beating on it, may.

According to Ye Qingcheng's intuition, should this be a woman's name?

Ye Qingcheng turned over carefully from his arms and went to the bathroom next to him. Dongfang Shijin just moved and didn't wake up - he should be really sleepy.

Ye Qingcheng just walked to the bathroom. The phone that had stopped vibrated again. Seeing the prompt above, it was still may's call.

Ye Qingcheng's fingers moved, like a woman who checked whether her husband had cheated, and carefully closed the door of the bathroom.

"Aubrey, you drank too much last night... Are you better now?"

Sure enough, it was a woman's voice, and it was Mu Enron. Now look, may must be mu Enron's English name.

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