Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng's body stiffened for a moment, but he couldn't get away from his approach.

His breath was hot and sprayed on the nest of her neck, itching.

"Qingcheng, you are naive," his voice was bewitched and blurred. "As long as I have, the world is yours, and you can escape from the ends of the earth."

As he spoke, his hand pressed her heart.

"Leave your heart when you go."

Ye Qingcheng's body was tight. She felt his breath getting closer and closer. Her little hand tightly clung to the corner of her skirt.

She thought he would do something.

But no.

The big palms pulled away, picked up a piece of fish for her and put it into her bowl. He turned his head slightly and picked out the fish bones.

He tilted his head slightly and looked a little focused.

His outline is a deep atmosphere, the bridge of his nose is high, especially his eye sockets are deep, and his double eyelids are very exquisite.

A big man's eyelashes are even longer and thicker than women, and they curl slightly.

Thick shadows hit both sides of the bridge of the nose.

Ye Qingcheng stared at him closely. The atmosphere today was strange and abnormal.

He didn't force her to serve him. Instead, he served her, which surprised Ye Qingcheng.

Especially if he wasn't angry with her today.

As the saying goes, nothing is courteous, either rape or theft

A wall of suspicion has been built in Ye Qingcheng's heart.

After a while, a small pile of tender fish appeared in Ye Qingcheng's bowl.

"If you can always be as obedient as you are today, I think we will get along very well."

"..." who wants to get along with you!

Ye Qingcheng ate with his head down, and he was hungry. He didn't pay any attention to his image.

Dongfang Shijin picked up the napkin placed next to her and wiped the oil stains on her hands carefully.

"You always eat so recklessly?"

"I don't need to be gentle in front of you." Ye Qingcheng started directly, ate the chicken leg, and didn't forget to suck his fingers.

She also wished that she didn't pay attention to the image and disgusted him.

"Can you immediately say that I am already your close relative and beloved?"

"..." big white eyes!

"What do you say?" he seemed to be a little meditative, and his other hand wiped the oil stains on Ye Qingcheng's lips. "Only in front of his close relatives and loved ones will he ignore his image and do whatever he wants."

"...." Ye Qingcheng, "you like to be self righteous,

Almost ended the dinner in a strange and slightly depressed atmosphere. Ye Qingcheng couldn't help eating more of his favorite taste.

In the bedroom, only one floor lamp is on, and the light is warm and light.

After bathing in Dongfang Shijin, his lower body is surrounded by a bath towel, and water drops from the tip of his hair. His facial features are more profound and three-dimensional.

Ye Qingcheng had already taken a shower in a hurry, leaned against the bed and turned a magazine in boredom. In fact, his mind was not on it at all.

The big bed sank slightly, and the cool breath sprayed on her neck.

Then the man's strong arm wrapped around her.

The air is full of the smell of shower gel and the wild domineering spirit of the exclusive Oriental world brocade.

"What are you looking at?" the magnetic voice rang in her ear.

Ye Qingcheng closed the magazine, threw it on the bedside table and bit his lower lip.

"You knew I would want to run away?"

"..." he raised his eyebrows and couldn't deny it.