When Guan Mufeng came in again, he was holding a long plate in his hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Qiao Yingying saw several small cakes on the plate at a glance, and immediately forgot the grievances she had suffered before, and got out of the quilt with a bone, kneeling on the bed, her little face full of expectation.

She didn't change into pajamas when she slept before, she wore a shirt on top, and she slipped into the bed underneath. This time she crawled out, and her two delicate and smooth long legs were completely exposed in front of Guan Mufeng's eyes.

When Guan Mufeng's eyes swept over this alluring spring light, his face was flat as if he saw two pieces of wood, but his hand holding the plate shook slightly. Qiao Yingying was so focused on the sweet cake that was getting closer and closer to her, that she didn't realize that she was in full bloom for a while.

"Eat." Guan Mufeng held the plate in front of her.

Qiao Yingying licked her lips like a greedy kitten, picked up a spoon and dug up a small piece of cake and put it in her mouth.

The delicate and sweet cream, the refreshing and slightly sour jam, and the fragrant and soft cake, Qiao Yingying had never eaten such a delicious thing, and suddenly smiled happily.

"Sir, this one is delicious!" She exclaimed with crooked eyebrows.

"Then eat more." Guan Mufeng's expression eased a lot, and he seemed to have a light smile.

Qiao Yingying ate a few bites, and suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, how could she let Mr. watch her eat. So she dug a spoonful of the cake she thought was the most delicious and handed it to Guan Mufeng's mouth.

"Sir, you eat too." Her big black eyes looked at Guan Mufeng brightly.

Guan Mufeng's expression was stunned, and his gaze suddenly became deep when he looked at her. Qiao Yingying in front of her had some white cream on her lips, her delicate face had extremely soft lines, her expression was well-behaved and innocent, and her eyes were as pure as a clear spring, which made people can't bear to refuse.

He was silent for a long time, and just as Qiao Yingying began to get worried, he leaned his head slightly, paused for a moment when his lips touched the spoon, and ate the cake with Qiao Yingying's hand.

"Is it delicious?" Qiao Yingying asked with a wink.

Guan Mufeng has never liked sweets, but this time it seems to be particularly sweet, so he nodded invisibly.

Qiao Yingying smiled and dug up another piece of cake for him.

"Sir, try this."

Guan Mufeng still did not refuse.

Qiao Yingying fed him a few bites, then ate a little more by herself, and a plate of cakes soon had only the last bite left.

"You can eat." Guan Mufeng looked at her slightly tangled expression, the corners of his mouth curved, and said.

Qiao Yingying thought the same thing, but she was embarrassed to say it directly. After eating, she was still a little unsatisfied, her small tongue gently licked the corners of her mouth, especially delicate, Guan Mufeng's eyes suddenly darkened, and there was an undercurrent surging under her eyes.

The plate was emptied, and Qiao Yingying was also satisfied, only then did she realize that Guan Mufeng had been holding the plate with her own hands just now, and she was suddenly a little nervous, and she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him.

Guan Mufeng looked at her slightly drooping head, his eyes unconsciously swept to a pair of white and slender legs in front of him, and the beautiful body he saw in the attic that night resurfaced in front of him, and suddenly there was a restlessness in his body, which rushed to the top of his head. He immediately stood up and walked straight to the door, with his back to Qiao Yingying, and his voice was flat again.

"It's late tonight, you'll go back tomorrow morning."

In the living room, He Feng had long since disappeared. He returned to his study, sat down in the sofa chair, and closed his eyes.

After a while, the heat in his body still did not fade, and even became more and more intense, he pulled his tie with some irritability, stood up and walked to the bathroom.

The slightly cool water wet his body, and the suppressed lust in Guan Mufeng's inky eyes gradually faded, and he regained his clarity.