Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

But if she is from Dongfang Shijin, she has no reason to believe it.

Although Ye Qingcheng also wondered that if they were from Dongfang Shijin, they would break in directly, but would they arrange spies

Of course, ye Qingcheng is not stupid. He also knows that there are many organs here. It's no good to be hard.

"Apply the liquid on the skin where he can kiss..." the maid said and slowly turned around. "Once he touched it... He will slowly fall into a coma and even have a boundless spring dream about you..."

"..." Ye Qingcheng held the little bottle tightly and watched the maid walk slowly towards the door. All this was like a story in a fairy tale

"But remember, don't eat by mistake... His bedroom is at the end of the second floor..."

Ye Qingcheng is extremely nervous. She knows that she can't hide today. At least she has to perfunctory today

She doesn't know how long these days will last, but with the help of the maid, she can muddle through today, but tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... When will these days end?

Fortunately, ye Qingcheng was optimistic, stabilized his mood and slowly pushed open a door in front of him.

There was a huge room inside. Because of the darkness, the whole house was covered with gray. Only a few glass candles were lit on the bedside table in front.

Such a large wooden double bed, white bedding on it, lattice bookshelves on both sides, and even an ancient globe on one side.

There are many books scattered on the table on one side.

When ye Qingcheng fixed his eyes, he saw the man lying obliquely on one side of the bed. He was still wearing a white bathrobe, slightly opened his collar and saw a large area of skin inside.

His hair was slightly wet, and even drops of water dropped down.

He looked at the position of the door. A pair of deep brown peach eyes seemed to have the color of wave light flow. Straight, he caught Ye Qingcheng's figure.

Ye Qingcheng stood at the door. Seeing that he had seen himself, he pushed the door in.

The low incense burning in the air is an ancient and mysterious aroma, which can only smell the aftertaste, like the smell of lavender.

Ye Qingcheng walked over. Although her steps were very slow, she still walked to the bedside.

"..." Lucifer stretched out his hand and gently pulled Ye Qingcheng into her arms. She fell slightly and sat down on the big bed,.