Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Tonight, Chen is the master of this bed... Feng Qingyu has such a particularly obvious sense of déjà vu.

This was indeed her bed.

So, is Chen going to eat himself up completely?

Female ketone is actually beside me! Female ketone is actually myself!

Feng Qingyu subconsciously pressed her knees together and made a final struggle. It was not only her last struggle, but also her last act of modesty.

"Mr. Chen... I don't have that kind of experience. Last night and I were both trying it for the first time... If you really want to... please be gentle..."

Chen hooked Feng Qingyu's chin with her slender fingers and then bit her red earlobe.

"Don't worry. Although I'm not good at cooking, I should have no problem making this kind of dish. I have a [cookbook] on my bookshelf that specifically teaches people how to cook, so just be good and learn to cook with me tonight."

The words "no problem" in the operator's profile echoed in Feng Qingyu's mind.

Chen raised her feet, and the slippers on her feet slipped off from her toes, and she lay on the wooden floor with her legs spread out.

She was too lazy to tidy up and rolled over onto the bed. The mattress sank slightly due to the weight of another person.

Feng Qingyu was the passive party today. Although she didn't say anything, the expression on her face betrayed her mood.

Shy, nervous, and even a little confused.

She feels really sorry for her appearance. With a height of 172cm, she perfectly fits the image of a mature lady. But now she is being ganked by Chen Sir, who is only 168cm tall. How unreasonable.

I knew I would have to hand it over sooner or later, but I didn't expect it would be now, and the person I would have to hand it over to is Sir Chen, my boss and handler.

It's really not easy these days. Being an undercover agent means you have to sleep with your boss without clothes on, although she still has some expectations in her heart.

"Mr. Chen... I'm a little nervous... Actually, I don't have much confidence that I can be a good ingredient... I'm worried that I won't taste good and will affect your mood."

When Feng Qingyu is nervous, he likes to bite his lower lip.

His fingers twisted the sheets beneath him, his heart beating so fast it seemed like it could jump out of his chest.

Different from Chen's calmness and composure, Feng Qingyu had already thrown away his weapons and surrendered this time.

"You are my favorite. Who dares to say that you are not delicious? I can't believe that you are so aggressive usually. Is that just an act?"

Chen leaned close to Feng Qingyu's ear and blew into it.

"But I just like it. No one can say anything."

To Chen, Feng Qingyu is not only the dish in her hand, but also a blank piece of paper that has never been painted on. She uses her hand as a pen, the bed as a desk, and her own body as a paperweight, and it all depends on her will to paint on it.

The paper was not so smooth and flat, and it felt rough in some places, but it did not affect Chen's mood at all.

"Don't call me Mr. Chen tonight, call me by my name."

Chen buried his face in Feng Qingyu's neck and nibbled on her collarbone and shoulders.

"Chen... Sir Chen..."

Chen bit harder on purpose.

"What did you call me?"

Feng Qingyu reorganized her words and called out the name that she was embarrassed to call.

"Hui...Hui Jie?"

Chen was very happy to hear Feng Qingyu calling his name honestly, and left a light kiss on her forehead.

"That's right. Just call me that. We're all applauding for love, and you're still calling me Mr. Chen. It's not too strange, don't you think?"

Facing Chen's teasing, Feng Qingyu couldn't resist. It was still unknown where Chen had learned such a skilled technique.

Is she still the Sir Chen that I know?

Reality did not leave Feng Qingyu much time to think. His mind began to go blank and gradually emptied.

All I could see were the fanatical red eyes, the white knuckles, and the well-trimmed and rounded nails...

Chen flattened her paper, pressed it down, and began to paint.

There is no need to dip it in ink, the paper itself has moist properties. Just stretch it a few times and carefully feel its texture before you start.

"Relax a little. Since this is what you are doing, the more nervous you are, the more likely you are to fail."

Chen gently comforted Feng Qingyu again.

This painting must be painted by two people together to create the most perfect picture, neither of them can be missing.

She is the pen and Feng Qingyu is the paper. No painting can be done without paper or pen.

"I'm sorry...I'll try my best."

Feng Qingyu stretched out his curled toes, and his tense back relaxed under Chen's comfort, and his body moved from a curled up state to a stretched one.

The soft bed, coupled with its current state, reminds one of a pleasure boat in the ancient water town in the southern part of Yan State, or a slightly smaller passenger ship.

The boat can accommodate two people lying together, and when the water ripples, the boat will shake slightly.

Isn't it wonderful to paint a beautiful picture with your beloved on a boat surrounded by rippling water and misty rain?

With a deep kiss with overwhelming force, the boat began to shake.

Chen's brush freely swiped on the paper, leaving traces of her own liking. She depicted the towering snow-capped peaks on the paper. She was a climber of the snow-capped peaks, just to pick up the rubies on the top.

At the same time, she is also a cave explorer in a mysterious forest, and she uses her paintbrush to paint herself a high-powered motorcycle so that she can travel freely in this unknown area.

Not only that, the paintbrush can also draw a dragon that can fly into the sky, into the sea, ride on the clouds and mist, and is omnipotent.

The dragon's body kept rising into the air, then dashing down, rushing into the water at an extremely fast speed, splashing waves of water and wetting the deck of the pleasure boat moored on the shore.

Affected by the impact, the pleasure boat swayed a little more.

Chen was painting so hard that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, cheeks, and neck, and his breathing went from even to slightly panting.

After moving my right hand for a long time, I felt a slight soreness. The palm and back of my hand were all surrounded by an abnormal burning heat.

"How about... continue?"

Chen looked at Feng Qingyu, whose eyes were confused, with a few strands of hair stuck to the sides of his face by sweat, his body was dyed an ambiguous magenta color, and his chest was heaving violently.

"Mr. Chen... no... Huijie... let me rest for a while... I'm a little tired..."

How long did this shaking feeling last?

Twenty minutes? Half an hour? An hour?

Feng Qingyu didn't remember much either. She only remembered that she was on the boat, drifting with the waves, bathing in the night breeze, and repeatedly calling Chen's name "Hui Jie".

One of the legs was lifted up and placed on Chen's shoulders and was not allowed to be put down.

At first, she felt a little uncomfortable, as Chen brought her a tearing pain. She fed back the pain to Chen's back, leaving several scratches with her hands.

What followed was countless lips touching, breathing, and exchanging breaths...

The brush leaves the most satisfying marks on the paper, and these marks are interwoven into colorful patterns.

The paper held down by the paperweight has always been a good match for painting. The moment Chen pulled away his brush, a gorgeous sunset was left in the painting.

In contrast, the newly changed bed sheets have a touch of bright red.

Feng Qingyu's waist had become as soft as tofu and it was difficult for him to straighten it up.

42 The body changes into the shape of Chen Sir

After that, Feng Qingyu changed several positions and postures, and was achieved true life harmony and was completely eaten up by Chen.

My whole body aches and all my bones feel like they are falling apart and will shatter into pieces with the slightest movement.

"Mr. Chen... I can't tell, you... you're so vigorous... did you eat some kind of tonic soup?"

She not only uses her hands, but when she gets excited she even uses her dragon whip (tail).

There was an endless passion in Chen's body, and it took him several long hours to finally cool down his body.

"That's not necessary. I usually pay attention to exercise and I'm in good health. I don't need any tonic soup at all."

After saying that, Chen left the room and went to the refrigerator in the kitchen on the first floor to get two cans of Coke and some washed and frozen fresh strawberries. In addition to these, there were also dried mangoes and other items given by others.

Feng Qingyu doesn't like apples, so strawberries are a good choice.

After the "exercise", both of them felt hungry and urgently needed to replenish some energy before going to bed.

After eating and drinking, I still have to take a shower and change the bed sheets. I’m afraid I’ll be busy until late at night before I can go to sleep.

But it doesn't matter. The two are not in a hurry to investigate the case. Those who trade source stones are still hiding from the limelight and dare not take any action.

"Come, eat something to replenish your energy. You've worked hard tonight. You screamed so hard and your voice was so beautiful. You are worthy of being the Qinglong sister that everyone likes."

Chen put down the food and did not forget to tease Feng Qingyu, who was messed up by him.

Feng Qingyu was still slumped on the bed, his concentration scattered.

Hearing Chen's teasing, she just sighed and took a can of Coke.

"Mr. Chen has such a bad taste that he even used handcuffs tonight. You don't know that my wrist is still hurting now."

There is a circle of scratches on my left wrist, which was caused by the wrist and handcuffs rubbing too hard when my body reached the top.

Chen does have a bit of a sadistic temperament, which was fully demonstrated tonight.

Feng Qingyu thought she should apologize to Chen from last time. She originally thought that Chen was just a superficial top, but actually the top bottom in the family. In fact, the top bottom was actually me.

"There's nothing I can do about it. If I don't cuff you, what if you slip away? Wouldn't I be at a huge disadvantage?"

Chen picked up a big, plump strawberry and stuffed it into Feng Qingyu's mouth.

Normally, she would not eat too much of such expensive fruit, and would save it for when she really wanted to eat it.

Now that I have one more person to share with, even though the amount is reduced by half, the happiness is not reduced.

"My clothes are still in your washing machine, how could they run away? Do you want me to go out naked on the street?"

Thinking about what happened in the foot massage shop yesterday, Feng Qingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The strawberry in my mouth tasted sweet and soft, just like Chen's lips.

The great harmonious process of life that I just experienced seems like a dream when I look back on it now. The residual warmth of my body, the tearing pain, the wet sheets, and my body that is about to fall apart are the best proof of this.

He handed over the first blood to Sir Chen, causing Chen's stock to hit the daily limit.

"Sorry, I won't use handcuffs next time, but you have to promise to cooperate with me, otherwise it will be difficult for me to do my job."

Chen grabbed Feng Qingyu's left hand and licked the scratches on his wrist with the tip of his tongue. The place where the tip of his tongue swept was itchy and a little comfortable.

With Chen's hard work in "painting", Feng Qingyu's neck, shoulders, back, collarbone, chest, and many other unspeakable places were left with purple or pink kiss marks.

The mottled traces silently tell the madness of tonight.

I can only say that fortunately I don't have to go on missions with the operators of Rhodes Island for the next few days. There are too many hickeys on my neck, and there is no way to cover them unless I wear a scarf.

No matter what, she doesn't want many people to know that she has slept with someone. If she is asked about the details, she will definitely be ashamed to death.

"Yes, yes, Sir Chen, you are my superior, I will do everything you say. But... it was... pretty enjoyable tonight, Sir Chen's hand job is very good."

It’s hard to imagine that this is Chen’s first time.

Feng Qingyu probably knew what the legendary "recipe" was. Chen Sir saw that she had learned the "recipe" very well, proving that she was really a genius and worthy of being a straight-A student at the Victoria Royal Guards School.

The two chatted in an unprecedented relaxed atmosphere and ate something to fill their stomachs. Feng Qingyu went to take a shower first while Chen cleaned up the mess.

Chen was hesitating whether to wash the bright red on the bed sheet. This was the blood of his beloved, and it would be a pity to wash it off.

"It's better to keep such a commemorative thing."

Compared to the slightly expensive bed sheet, the value of the first blood was obviously higher in Chen's mind. She found a pair of scissors, cut off the red part, put it in a box, put the box in the drawer, and locked it.

The remaining part does not need to be washed, just throw it in the trash and replace it with new sheets.

There were only a few tissues left on the bedside table, and the floor was littered with scattered paper balls. Some of the paper balls were still warm and could still feel a little warmth when held in the hands.

A pure white ball of paper with a few streaks of bright red blood occasionally.

Chen smiled as he picked them up and threw them into the trash bag.

The cleanup didn't take her much time. After finishing all that, she could even go into the bathroom and take a shower.

Maybe, you need to rub the back of someone who is weak and frail.

When Feng Qingyu got out of bed just now, his legs were as soft as noodles and he almost lost his balance and bumped his head against the wall.