Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

Qianxia was shocked, a blush rose on his cheek, "who said I slept in your room every day, only one night, that is, the day you left, you let me sleep in your room!"

"Hehe, isn't it?"

"Yes, of course!" Qianxia was embarrassed and didn't dare to look at him. He didn't say anything, but smiled thoughtfully in her ear, joked and glanced at her little face.

Qianxia was more and more discouraged by him. As soon as she bit her lip, she pushed him away and walked into his room.

"Hum, lest you make fun of me again." While complaining, she picked up the things she had put aside in the room and walked to her room in a little anger.

The night Saint Yan's demon eyes closed and his long arm held her tightly.

"If you come in, you can't think of going out again. Later, you can sleep here with me!" He smiled in her ear, and his thin lips rubbed her delicate skin intentionally or unintentionally, like grinding.

Qianxia trembled all over, and her body was a little sensitive and stiff, but her voice softened, "have you handled all your things?"

"Well, it's all right. I came back early to see you!"

"It's a lot earlier, but it's just one night..." qianxia murmured, not realizing how much his tone at this time was like complaining coquetry.

Ye Shengyan frowned and smiled, and the lazy voice inadvertently caught a trace of hoarseness.

Qian Xia stayed in his arms and gradually calmed the disorder at the bottom of her heart. She bowed her head and bit her lips, "brother-in-law, have you had dinner? Shall I go and make you something to eat? "

"No, I have something else to do. Go take a bath and have an early rest." Ye Shengyan raised his hand and rubbed her long hair. The doting tenderness overflowed the bottom of his eyes. He kissed her hair and let go.

With her arms empty, qianxia couldn't help feeling a little cold.

"Well, you're busy first!" With a stuffy reply, she left with her clothes and returned to her room. The cold air was quite different from that just now. She sighed softly, took a bath, changed her pajamas, and almost hurried back to his room again.

At this time, ye Shengyan has sat at his desk and looked down at the documents. The huge French window was behind her, hiding the dark indulgence, isolated from the outside, and the warm light blurred and softened the lines of his perfect jaw.

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