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Chu Qi was stunned at the door of the bathroom, staring at the man lying on the bed with a smile of kindness and doting, the man who was waving at her.

I don't know if I should take a step forward or go back to the bathroom.

The seventh day of the first month is a woman.

A very beautiful woman.

A beautiful woman who has been hurt by Jian Yiyang since she was a child.

A beautiful woman who picked her up from Jian Yiyang was a beautiful woman who was wholeheartedly on the tip of her heart and was never willing to hurt her.

At this moment, Chu Qi was wearing only a white bath towel.

The delicate neck, rounded shoulders, seductive collarbones, looming delicate twin peaks, the flat and silky lower abdomen below is the mysterious area that makes him unforgettable, followed by her slender jade legs, and the jade feet that are not easy to grasp.

For Jian Yiyang at this moment, the seventh day of the first month is undoubtedly very tempting.

His eagle-deep eyes scorched her, slowly moving down her cheeks, onto her twin peaks, sweeping over the bath towel, and finally landing on her jade feet.

Seeing her standing in place in a daze, she didn't mean to approach him.

Jian Yiyang smiled, got up from the bed, and walked towards her.

Since she doesn't move, then he moves.

As long as she is happy, he is willing to do anything for her.

"Seven," he put his arm around her waist with one hand, and wiped her soft and flushed cheeks with the other, and his dark eyes stared at her thickly. The warm, jasmine-scented scent sprayed on her cheeks, and the smell of his belonged to her nose.

Chu Qi's little heart was beating wildly, raising his eyes like a deer and looking into his eyes with some panic, and then lowered his head a little shyly.

He picked her chin with his index finger and made her look at him, not giving her a chance to escape.

He didn't say anything more, just looked at her tenderly.

In the room, it was silent, except for the sound of two people breathing.

"Seven, are you happy?"

His thumb rubbed lightly against her round chin, and his other large palm was still clasped around her waist.

His voice was thick and hoarse, tender and doting.

Chu Qi nodded, "Well, happy." ”

"Is it just fun today, or is it happy every day?"

"Happy every day. Chu Qi answered truthfully, looking at him with sparkling eyes, "What's wrong with you, aren't you happy?"

He nodded, "Sort of." ”

"Why?" Chu Qi looked at him puzzled, "Did the arrival of your uncle-in-law just now make you think of your aunt and make you think of Yunwan's mother?"

The thumb had climbed from her chin to the tip of her nose, scratching the bridge of her nose for a while, "A little, but not the most important thing." ”

As he climbed and caressed his face, Chu Qi still looked at him with a confused expression: "What is the most important thing that makes you unhappy?"

Fingertips stroked her forehead, "Seven, do you regret it?"

"Huh?"

Chu Qi was a little puzzled by what he meant.

He didn't answer her puzzlement immediately, but ran his fingers across her face and slowly went down, rubbing her delicate and fleshy earlobes, continuing down, caressing her shoulders, coming to the knot of the bath towel, and then stroking the knot with his fingertips.

Chu Qi's eyes widened and he stared at him with a condensation.