Systematic Director’s Tender Love

The chin was pinched by the man, and she was forced to raise her head.

Follow the man's delicate and three-dimensional collarbone and look down. Followed by a broad chest, a firm and strong waist, and a healthy and shiny wheat-colored skin.

Looking up at the man's perfect body, she couldn't help swallowing.

Is this guy too **** and alluring? It's a moving hormone, a love potion that can breathe! For a moment, she almost jumped on it.

She bit her lower lip and entangled to herself:

If she really didn't control herself and couldn't help throwing Mu Yichen down, would he feel that she was too active and unreserved?

Meeting the appreciative gaze projected from her, he triumphantly curled the corners of his lips, released her chin, and said in a good mood:

"Have you seen enough? If you feel unhappy, I allow you to watch it for a while."

She coughed unnaturally, and quickly looked away. Drooping his head down, he whispered nonchalantly:

"Exhibitionist, arrogant! Go away, I didn't want to see it!"

The girl's voice was low and soft, and it sounded like she was acting like a baby.

He chuckled indifferently, without exposing her, and asked briskly:

"Let's go, Mrs. Mu, let's go take a mandarin duck bath."

"No, I have already washed it."

She shook her hand quickly, raised her head slightly, glanced at the two gauze on the man's arm, and couldn't help but persuade:

"Your wound hasn't healed yet, so bear with it these two days and don't touch the water."

"Okay. It's too early, then let's go to sleep!"

Mu Yichen nodded obediently, walked to the front of the huge closet, and found a nightgown to put on him. Immediately, he sat on the bed gracefully, lay down with his arms around her, and said regretfully:

"Oh, you are really eyeless. Originally, you had a chance to see more."

Zhao Donghan was too lazy to respond to this kind of narcissistic remarks, so he simply assumed that he hadn't heard it.

Being held in this way by Mu Yichen, when he looked up, it was his smooth and strong chest. The loose nightgown couldn't hide his **** abs.

The warm nose mixed with light wine, gently sprayed on her hair, making her feel itchy.

"good night."

A voice full of magnetism rang above her head. In the next second, the warm and soft lips fell on her white and delicate forehead.

Zhao Donghan was slightly startled, and raised his eyes to meet the man's sight. At this moment, Mu Yichen's eyes were bright, full of gentleness like water that had never been before, and instantly melted her heart.

He obviously didn't do anything, he just kissed her lightly and said goodnight. However, it gave her a deep shock. Her heartbeat couldn't help but miss a beat when being watched by his focused gaze.

"good night."

She responded in a low voice, her voice soft and pleasant. She turned around shyly, her ears tinted with pink. Turning her back to the man, she gently closed her eyes and couldn't help but curl her lips.

Mu Yichen had promised to give her a home. He would not have imagined that such a good night would make her feel a strong sense of belonging here. The attachment to him has also become deeper.

This is not the same as the feeling that her sister gave her. The elder sister seems to be a piece of sunshine, filling her world with warmth and hope; for her, Mu Yichen is an indescribable existence that can affect her life. Her emotions are all tied to him. A word of his carelessness can make her happy. The same can put her in hell.

Perhaps this is the difference between family affection and love!

Mu Yichen turned off the lights casually, and possessively wrapped his arms around her waist.

The man lying beside him gave Zhao Donghan a full sense of security. Tiredness struck, and after a while, she fell into a sweet dream.

In her daze, she suddenly felt something strange on her chest. The whole body irritated, and then opened his eyes. Turning his head, he found that a pair of familiar big hands were doing mischief on her.

With the moonlight outside the window, she saw that Mu Yichen's eyes were extremely charming, staring at her unblinkingly, breathing heavily. His eager and fiery eyes seemed to swallow her alive.

"what are you doing?"

She frowned when he was disturbed to sleep well. He slapped his wicked hand displeasedly, and closed his eyes again.

"Wife, I want..."

The big hand climbed up again, the man's voice was a bit rough in the sexy.

"No. Have you forgotten? My relatives are here and can't do that kind of thing."

She pulled his hand off hard and said vaguely. Today she has been busy all day and she is so tired. I just want to sleep now, I am really tired of dealing with him.

"My wife is by my side, but I can't touch it. Then I feel sick, what should I do?"

When Zhao Donghan was half asleep and half awake, he just wanted to get rid of him quickly so that he could continue to rest, so he casually suggested:

"You are a man, so just figure out a solution by yourself."

After all, she put the quilt on her head and fell asleep again.

"Oh."

Before she lost her awake state, she seemed to hear him sullenly respond.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Donghan was awakened by a squeaky voice. She gently lifted the quilt, squinted her eyes, and found that the bedside lamp was lit.

With the soft and quiet light, she saw Mu Yichen looking for something. She was startled, what is he looking for? Is this... solved?

Before she could speak, the man took out a pair of scissors from the drawer. He breathed a sigh of relief and muttered:

"It turned out to be here, I finally found it."

After that, he lifted up his large nightgown and took off his white underwear. Raise the scissors and prepare to cut down. The movements are very smooth and swift, and there is almost no hesitation.

Zhao Donghan was so frightened that his breathing was stagnant, his eyes stared wide, and his sleepiness disappeared instantly. She felt a numb scalp, and hurriedly shouted:

"stop!"

"Wife, are you awake?"

The movement of Mu Yichen's hand paused, and his face calmly raised his eyelids.

She gritted her teeth with anger when she saw him as if nothing had happened. He hurriedly jumped off the bed, snatched the scissors in his hand and threw them far on the window sill. Turn around and come to him. He moved quickly to help him put on his underwear, closed his nightgown again, and asked sharply:

"What do you want to do?"

"Solve the problem! I feel bad physically, don't you say, let me solve it by myself?"

The thick eyelashes blinked twice, and Mu Yichen looked at her innocently.

"So, that's how you solved it?"

Zhao Donghan stared at him dumbfounded, did this man drink too much or something? Can't you even know this?

Well, she forgot, he really drank too much.