She lifted the quilt up, blinked her eyes in the dark, and thought that the door had been locked by her, and her heart settled down a little, so she closed her eyes.

I don't know how long, but when I was sleeping, the side of the bed collapsed.

Rong Qian's sleep was very light, and she opened her eyes when she felt it slightly.

A dark shadow beside the bed took off her clothes, she half stood up in horror, he had already uncovered the quilt and lay down, his strong arms around her waist, without much force, Rong Qian's body collapsed.

The wet and cold temperature got into the quilt, and the shallow skin shivered, and he turned over, and the cold body covered her body.

Thin lips grabbed her lips, the familiar smell of tobacco mixed with the freshness of the bath, he didn't give her a chance to struggle, a big hand fanned the flames on her presumptuously.

Except for the cold discomfort at first, he pushed her pajamas upwards, held her chest with his burning palms, and his lips let go of her and moved to her neck.

Rong Qian breathed softly, and the chaotic mind couldn't remember why he could enter the room freely, she grabbed the big palm on her chest with her right hand, and said hurriedly: "Mo Zun, you let go of me, I can't do it tonight." ”

Rong Qian is young, and she has not reached the point of indulging in lust and inextricating herself, she thinks that there is a need to ask for it, it is a matter of course, but she just did it last night, she doesn't have that thought, and she doesn't feel it......

She said in a panic: "Aunt is here tonight, I can't do it." ”

She was afraid that Mo Zun's hand would be tempted, and her whole person tensed the strings, only holding the hand on her chest.

Mo Zun looked up, he couldn't see the look on his face clearly in the dark, and he asked, "Really?"

Rong Qian nodded hurriedly, afraid that he wouldn't believe it, "-stomach pain!"

Mo Zun tilted his head slightly, and his hand swiped towards her lower abdomen.

Rong Qian grabbed his arm in fear, she was sweating nervously, looked at the shadows above, and only muttered, "It's inconvenient." ”

Mo Zun is a noble man, even if there is a woman before, he may not have experienced the other party's menstrual period, he just wants to warm her up, but seeing the frightened and pretty face of the woman under him, Mo Zun got off her body.

But the hand resting on his waist did not let go, he hugged her extremely domineeringly, Rong Qian wanted to push away his confinement, and the hoop around his waist was forced.

She twisted her eyebrows uncomfortably, turned her head to look at her side, calmed her tone, and asked, "Mo Zun, how did you get in?"

"Humph!" the man snorted coldly, and his voice was not hard to hear disdain for her childish behavior of locking the door.

Rong Qian moved his lower lip, "Mo Zun......"

She wanted to say that they had agreed.

It's just that when the words came to her lips, thinking of his consistent behavior, she was not qualified to negotiate terms with him, and she was planning the contract to take advantage of his intentions to make herself feel better...... But if you want to live a little better, you have to give yourself at the same time!

Rong Qian turned around as shallow as possible, ignoring the hand on her waist, she opened her eyes and looked at the room furnishings, her tense nerves were not sleepy.

Mo Zun suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms, he was used to being in control of everything, and he didn't allow others to have the slightest willingness to resist.

Even if he is domineering, he has to concentrate on his control.

Rong Qian has been stalemate in one movement, thinking that it would be difficult to fall asleep, but in the end he closed his eyes unconsciously, and when his thoughts dissipated, he was not as tired as when he was awake.

On winter nights, even if the indoor heating is turned on, lying in the bed in the middle of the night will be cold to seek that heat source.

Rong Qian kept arching towards the man's arms, she felt that she was being embraced, and her body was warm, so she was content to find an arm and bend down before falling asleep.

Mo Zun opened his eyes in the dark, and his hands subconsciously hugged her...... He glanced at the woman in his arms, and the corners of his mouth curled in the darkness.

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When Rong Qian came to his senses the next day, there was no trace of Mo Zun beside him.

She stretched out her hand to test the temperature, it was cold, and it could be seen that Mo Zun had already left early.

There was a clanging sound of the iron door downstairs, Rong Qian uncovered the quilt and got out of bed, she came to the floor-to-ceiling window barefoot, and just saw Mo Zun pushing open the iron door while making a phone call.

Dressed in a leather suit, worn on a tall body, the way he opened the door with his own hands is difficult for people to associate him with the feared lord in Nanjiang.

He seemed to be really busy, the phone never stopped, and Rong Qian was still talking about something when he saw him drive out of the car and turn around to close the door.

His eyes kept watching him leave, and Rong Qian turned around and went into the bathroom to wash.

After cleaning up, I came out, and the mobile phone at the bedside rang just now.

Rong Qian picked it up in the past, and unexpectedly it was Teacher Cyril's, and Rong Qian's first thought was her painting.

She answered and walked out of the bedroom, Ji Yanlin's voice was mellow and beautiful, and invited her to go to the small alley of Beiyuan.

What does Rong Qian ask for?

Ji Yanlin remained mysterious: "You'll know when you come!"

Rong Qian thought that she would be dull and study anyway if she stayed at home, so she should go.

She casually got herself something to eat, and then took a ride to Beiyuan Hutong.

When she got to the place, she got out of the car and saw the man with an apron on his body and a color plate in his hand standing in front of the wall of the small alley to draw.

Rong Qian walked over slowly, she didn't expect the famous teacher Cyril to accept this kind of wall painting, and he was splashed with paint everywhere, unspeakably embarrassed...... Look at the painting in front of you, under the cherry blossom tree, there are cherry blossoms.

He's coloring.

Rong Qian stood still, the front wall of the alley has been painted, pink cherry blossoms, reflecting the autumn desolation, a sense of spring from the wall painting expressed, as if two worlds.

When Ji Yanlin turned around to change his pen, he saw Rong Qian standing behind him.

With a faint smile on his saturated face, he calmly said, "When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived. Rong Qian raised his feet and walked over, "Mr. Cyril, why do you know how to take the wall painting?"

"Just call me Ji Yanlin," Ji Yanlin found a pen, he straightened up and continued to paint: "Taking this is purely relaxing and relaxing, you go and bring me the paint over there." ”

Rong Qian turned his head and saw the two small barrels of paint not far away, which were all adjusted.

She easily lifted it up, came to Ji Yanlin's side, and heard him say, "Do you know how to lay the foundation?"

Rong Qian glanced at the wall, and then at the color in the barrel, and she nodded.

Ji Yanlin said: "The brush is in the bag over there. ”

Rong Qian turned her head and saw it, she walked over in a daze, took back the brush, and when she brushed it on the wall, Rong Qian turned around and asked, "Teacher Cyril, what did you ask me to do?"

"Hehe," Ji Yanlin laughed: "Don't you know until now? Since it's okay, accompany me to complete this wall today." ”

Rong Qian: "......"

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