Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Why, where did you get the evidence?"

"Because last night... You're still what I remember..." Dongfang Shijin came up and rubbed her chin with stubble over her earlobe.

Ye Qingcheng was angry and wanted to push him away. He was angry and had a little fun because of what he said?!

"Don't do this with me!" Ye Qingcheng tried to jump off the washstand.

Dongfang Shijin imprisoned her. Ye Qingcheng's slip... Is closer to him!

"Qingcheng, I'll tell you seriously..." Dongfang Shijin continued to coax, "very serious... Very serious..."

Ye Qingcheng struggled and had to let him kiss his neck. After a while, when ye Qingcheng thought something would happen, Dongfang Shijin raised his head, as if watching Ye Qingcheng's reaction at the moment

"... what are you doing!" Ye Qingcheng's face was crimson and his chest fluctuated slightly.

A pair of eyes seemed to be immersed in water, and the waves flowed.

"Do you think something will happen next...?" Dongfang Shijin pinched her chin with one hand, and a pair of black eyes seemed to look into her heart.

"Go away!" Ye Qingcheng patted his hand, obviously angry.

Dongfang Shijin stopped making trouble with her and handed her the razor. "Shave me. I have no right to refuse."

As if expecting Ye Qingcheng to refuse, Dongfang Shijin took the lead in blocking her.

"I'm afraid I broke your skin," said Yule, with a razor, watching the Oriental world blowing bubbles from the little box next to him. A handsome face suddenly resembled Santa Claus.

"Just don't scratch yourself," said Dongfang Shijin with a smile. Ye Qingcheng's face was reflected in his eyes, like a clear and pure lake, with blue lines of waves.

Ye Qingcheng's heart was slightly soft. He picked up the razor and shaved his beard carefully.

"Qingcheng, you are the most beautiful when you are serious," the eyes of Dongfang Shijin are stained with a little smile. "If there are thousands of stars in the world, thousands of mountains and rivers, it is not worth half of your eyebrows and eyes."

"..." Ye Qingcheng said, where did he learn the love words, "the meat is dead."

"Of course, it can be more meaty," said Dongfang Shijin. He was about to come over and kiss her. Ye Qingcheng sat on the washstand, his slender legs shaking slightly, wearing only a pink purple * * * and hurried to avoid him.

"Ah -" Ye Qingcheng hurriedly hid from the side, but his hand accidentally crossed his chin. Suddenly, a thin red came out. Ye Qingcheng hurriedly pushed him away and pulled the paper towel next to him.

Dongfang Shijin held her hand. Ye Qingcheng raised his head, but he looked at his deep eyes.

"Qingcheng."

"Huh?"

"I have a deep and deep feeling for you," said the Orient, looking at her with no foam on her cheeks and holding her hand. "So even though half a step, I will not allow you to leave me."

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