Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

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The next morning, ye Qingcheng woke up early.

The embrace behind is still sleeping.

Ye Qingcheng moved his body. His face was still stained with light fatigue when he was sleeping.

Ye Qingcheng wanted to reach out and wipe the fatigue off his face

Her hand was raised to gently touch his face.

Dongfang Shijin didn't sleep deeply. Almost the next moment, she opened her eyes. Her face was deeply trapped in her eyes.

"Good morning," Ye Qingcheng said softly in a faint voice, "are you hungry?"

"Not hungry," Dongfang Shijin's eyes closed slowly. When ye Qingcheng thought he was going to sleep for a while, Dongfang Shijin suddenly turned over and pressed up. There was evil light in his dark eyes. His thin lips said slightly, "not hungry, but I want to sleep with you."

"Stop making trouble," Ye Qingcheng pushed away his falling kiss, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Dongfang Shijin. "Dongfang Shijin, let's start dating in a few days."

"Date?" his eyebrows twisted slightly.

"Yes, we're leaving in five days... It happens that we rarely go out for a walk... So... So let's go out for a walk in the next five days."

Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hand from the quilt, and the white lotus root arm hung soft on his neck.

Her eyes were as soft as a pool of water.

"Where do you want to go?" when Dongfang Shijin asked her, the bridge of his nose was against her, and his breath was so charming.

"Many places," thought Ye Qingcheng, "the suburbs of S City... Are a good choice. We can have a picnic."

"Arrangements for the first day?"

"Today?" Ye Qingcheng was a little surprised and thought quickly. "Let's go to the back mountain picnic in the suburbs. It has been transformed into a resort in S City... But it is said that it hasn't been officially opened yet. You can go in at will."

"According to you." the voice of Dongfang Shijin was soaked with tenderness, and her thin lips fell slightly and kissed her lips.

a sad and sentimental tender and romantic sentiments.

Ye Qingcheng's hand was softly hooked on his neck.

The fever of Dongfang Shijin seems to have subsided. Before getting up, ye Qingcheng specially measured him. It was a little more than 37 degrees, which was a normal body temperature.

Then ye Qingcheng let him wash.

Dongfang Shijin felt a faint warmth when she looked at her "chicken woman" checking back and forth.

It's the feeling of home.

Ye Qingcheng went downstairs. There were a lot of standing food in the kitchen. Ye Qingcheng simply explained to the horse, and two maids came to help her.

While she was cooking porridge, she used the porridge cooking time to prepare some other food——

A simple sandwich, she also baked an apple pie, which is the only dessert she can.

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