Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Qingcheng..."

In the dark, he suddenly opened his mouth, as if testing whether she was asleep.

Ye Qingcheng certainly did not respond.

Dongfang Shijin propped up. She was wearing a simple small suspender skirt. Her bare shoulder skin was delicate and covered with a light by the moonlight.

The vision of Dongfang Shijin has been looking at her back deeply. There is a vast starry universe, which leads people to invisible degeneration and deep depression.

He stretched out his hand, his fingers across her shoulder, gently, afraid of waking her up.

Dongfang Shijin knows that the name Ye Qingcheng has been deeply branded in his heart.

The feeling of wanting to have a home with her is so strong.

Can't help but want to take care of her.

"Qingcheng, I love you."

After the night, the eyes of Dongfang Shijin looked at her side face, quiet and tranquil, like an elf with light.

The deep voice merged into the night.

She didn't respond, but the facial features of the Oriental world brocade were plated with a layer of hazy moonlight. It seemed that at this moment, he decided to listen to his heart——

He loves her.

Deep enough to sink himself into it.

But because of what he just said, the heart lake changed from waves to tranquility.

I love you three words, he said unprepared, she did not have any psychological preparation, but because of what he did, she had this feeling long ago

He confessed his love for her.

Unconsciously, there was a faint smile on Ye Qingcheng's lips, as if he personally admitted it... She had been waiting for a long time.

It's a different kind of dust.

I don't know if it's because when ye Qingcheng opened his eyes last night, he just felt that today's sunshine was extraordinarily warm.

The whole cabin was dyed particularly transparent by the hot sun.

She stretched herself comfortably. When she turned over, there was no one around?

Almost subconsciously touched the bedsheet next to him, but the bedsheet was warm in the sun. I can't tell how long he left.

She didn't have the habit of staying in bed. She yawned and got out of bed. She didn't change her clothes, but she saw a note pressed next to the bedside lamp in the shape of a lantern on the bedside table.

Breakfast is at the bar downstairs

The font recognition on a note is a little low. His words are flying and there is a rose beside it.

There was still dew in the heart of the rose. Obviously, he got up early.

Ye Qingcheng smiled. Holding the rose in his hand, he went downstairs. On the first floor, near the kitchen, there was a separate bar and a high chair next to it.