Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips slightly and walked to his side. Her slender body was particularly thin in the nightdress.

Ye Qingcheng came up to him, stood on tiptoe, and his soft lips touched him.

She closed her eyes gently, and her thick eyelashes swept across the bridge of his nose.

The mouth and nose of Dongfang Shijin are filled with the taste that makes him palpitate.

Ye Qingcheng still doesn't know how to kiss. He's a bit rampant.

Dongfang Shijin hooked her lips, grabbed her waist with one hand, kissed her deeply and responded, obviously feeling a little happy about her initiative.

Perhaps, this means that she gradually has feelings for him?

A touch of great joy seemed to be like sea water, gradually dense, drowning his whole heart

Outside the door.

That pair of dark brown eyes looked at the people inside sadly. Ye Qingcheng's delicate body attached to the man. She took the initiative to kiss him

Ye Qingcheng's hand held him tightly

For so long, it has always been his good night kiss. There are few kisses on her forehead and lips. For fear of causing her disgust, it is always a superficial kiss.

And now

Is it true that things changed in the month he disappeared?

Lu Jingshen held his hand on his side. It must not be... It must not be.

When she looked into his eyes just now, there was clearly a touch of sadness in it.

For so many years, Lu Jingshen was always able to see through what she was thinking through her little expression.

Is she happy?

She should be unhappy

Lu Jingshen closed his eyes. The vast pain almost deafened him.

Numbness all over.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know how long she kissed, and her breath was gradually drained.

Dongfang Shijin left her lips.

Her Yu Guang couldn't help looking at the door. The figure was finally gone

Finally gone

My heart seems to be empty.

"Do you like this?" Dongfang Shijin lowered his head and his black eyes caught her tightly.

Because of the suffocation of kissing, her face was ruddy and no longer looked so pale and lifeless.

"Well, everyone has a way to pursue," Ye Qingcheng's heart was finally numb and answered faintly, "maybe I prefer you to be direct."

The black eyes of the Oriental world brocade are stained with a little smile, directly?

The food on the table is exquisite and simple. Under the light, it is very warm.

I don't know when the Oriental world brocade ordered it. A silver candlestick was lit on the wooden table covered with red and White Checkered tablecloth.

Only a decorative mushroom shaped lamp on the wall was on.

There are 5 dishes, 2 soups and several Western dishes on the table.

There is no luxury and grace of the villa, nor the coldness of the villa, so many bodyguards

Ye Qingcheng walks over and stands in front of the table. The bodyguard and maid are temporarily dismissed by Dongfang Shijin. There are only him and ye Qingcheng here.

Dongfang Shijin took a seat at the side of the table, and ye Qingcheng sat opposite him.

This warm orange halo, halo dyed a kind of light ambiguity, and that kind of... Warm feeling.

But ye Qingcheng's heart is just blocked, which is unclear.

Maybe it was Lu Jingshen who just showed up... She was upset.