Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

But she couldn't do anything. She had to pick up the bath ball again and want to step out of the bathtub.

It was pulled back, "is the bathtub yours?"

"No."

"Then who allows you in and out?"

"You brought me in!"

"I don't like you serving me outside the bathtub," said the beautiful red lips, provoking an ambiguous smile. "And now, I've changed my mind."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think... A normal man, and..." his eyes looked back and forth on her.

Her curves are sketched out to make people bleed.

The eyes of Dongfang Shijin are dark, and the surging original bath fire seems to be boiling gradually, but his self-control ability is excellent.

"..." Ye Qingcheng's brain crashed and he was completely unprepared

"Additional services."

“……”

"I don't mind showing you... What extra service is."

Immediately, ye Qingcheng did not slow down what "extra service" was. He had used his own actions to explain the meaning of the so-called "extra service"

……

The next day, ye Qingcheng woke up with pain. She propped up her upper body, the velvet fell, her body was slightly cool, and her chest was covered with marks.

Damn man!

Yesterday, he did fulfill his promise not to do that to her, but he teased her all night and deliberately embarrassed her.

It was the most painful and humiliating night in Ye Qingcheng's life!

[tired so soon?]

[take away your salty pig hand...]

Anyway, I'll serve you and relieve your fatigue, which I'm very happy to do

[you go...]

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, raised his hand and rubbed his temples to wake himself up.

It doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't eat it and wipe it clean.

As long as nothing happens, that's fine.

Unexpectedly, in the situation of yesterday, he could really abide by his promise that "if she doesn't want to, she won't touch her".

Lift up the quilt and get out of bed. Ye Qingcheng's clothes yesterday have been sent for cleaning. A neatly folded skirt is placed on the imperial concubine's couch at the head of the bed.

Ye Qingcheng looks familiar. It's one of those bought in Chanel store last time.

It's her size.

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly, wrapped himself in the bath towel next to him, and then opened the door of the wardrobe——

The sleeveless round neck skirt could not hide the trace of her clavicle.

The thin fingers were streaked, and finally the leaf picked up a skirt with a smaller neckline. The rest of the naked skin had to be covered with some concealer.

And fresh style, sweet and natural, and inadvertently reveals her aura and indifferent temperament. Any clothes worn on Ye Qingcheng can perfectly set off her uniqueness and elegance.

She looked a little pale, perhaps because she didn't have a good rest last night.

After going downstairs, the man was not downstairs. Breakfast was already on the table. She had something else in her heart, so she hurriedly ate it, took out the mobile phone in her bag, found the string of familiar and unfamiliar call records, and dialed it.

She has to call the man, not like yesterday.

The phone was connected, but there was a busy tone.

Ye Qingcheng immediately gritted his teeth. Did the man want to come back late into the night like yesterday, and then let her stay here?