Qi Ye pressed on Wen Liang's body, and his bottomless eyes were vaguely delicate.

The dim light blurred the man's silhouette, and the water that had been trying to close the floodgates poured in at once.

Helplessly, Wen Liang still couldn't resist the tricky Qi Ye, so in the end he had to pull his sleeve and call softly: "Brother Qi." ”

In the end, I still served him to my heart's content.

He finally rolled off her. It's just that those hands are holding her like a tight spell, and they don't mean to let go at all.

After tossing all day, Wen Liang is really tired.

After struggling twice, seeing that Qi Ye didn't react, he gave up completely and quickly fell asleep.

Bo Rong, who had dealt with the rear-end collision, wanted to call and ask the young master if he needed him to pick him up, but he was afraid that the young master's good deeds would be ruined, so he edited a text message and sent it over.

In the end, he couldn't get a response from Qi Ye.

Bo Rong glanced at the red wine bottle lying in the back seat of the car and smiled.

If you want to say that the young master has a black belly, I'm afraid he is innate.

After the young master got off work today, he was going to send the young master back to the old house, but who knew that the young master asked him to drive downstairs where the young lady lived on a whim.

He would never tell the young lady that the young master hadn't drunk a drop of wine tonight. When the scorched Ferrari crashed into their car, the young master was holding a glass of freshly opened red wine, and it was too late to drink it.

As a result, he braked suddenly, letting the red wine in the quilt spill out more or less and pour it on the young master's body.

At that time, the young master was frowning.

Bo Rong saw Wen Liang coming out of the car behind him through the rearview mirror, and then he whispered in shock: "Young lady?"

When Wen Liang walked in to talk to him, he was sure that the person who had just hit his car was indeed the young lady.

The young master in the back seat, who was originally frowning, suddenly picked up his wine glass and drank the remaining red wine in the cup after learning that the person who crashed was Wen Liang.

Immediately, he got out of the car and pulled Wen Liang home.

In view of the fact that the young master broke into the boudoir with such a deliberate mind, he still didn't want to disturb the young master's good things if he didn't succeed enough and did more than anything!

The insurance company pulled the car away, and Bo Rong casually flagged down a taxi and went home.

It was night, and it was exceptionally quiet.

Outside the window, a few infamous insects occasionally flew under the street lamp, and the breeze blew and gently lifted the curtains.

Qi Ye looked back, looked at Wen Liang, who was sleeping quietly in the crook of his arm, reached out and gently touched her long hair, and finally, slowly withdrew his hand.

A good night's sleep.

In the past, she was cold and afraid of cold, but in the autumn and winter seasons, she was always so cold that she curled up into the shape of a zongzi, shrunk into Qi Ye's arms, and absorbed the temperature of the man's body, which made her sleep extra steadily.

It was precisely because of her former dependence that she became accustomed to Qi Ye's unique aura.

Now she hadn't nestled in his arms for a long time, and when she approached again, she slept very soundly.

The alarm clock, which is set at half past six on weekdays, has not gone off for a long time.

When I woke up, the sky was already bright.

Shredded sunlight falls on the gauzy curtains, setting off beautiful shadows. The hollowed-out shadow shadow is full of shadows on the plain white sheets, which is particularly beautiful.

Forgetting that there was a warm body beside him, Wen Liang glanced at the time and sat up suddenly.

Her brain was still in a state of chaos, and a pair of big hands suddenly grabbed her waist, and then pulled her into the quilt again.

The man's long arms fell on her waist and trapped her in his arms.

"Don't move, sleep a little longer. Qi Ye's magnetic voice sounded like a cello behind her cool ears, as if pulling her fragile nerves one by one......