Halfway through taking off her clothes, Qiao Yingying suddenly stopped. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She remembered that the bathroom on the top floor had a large bathtub with glass on the top and the stars could be seen. She knew she shouldn't think about it, but the more she didn't think about it, the more curious she became. She looked left and right, and found the shower in the bathroom, and her eyes lit up: Mr. is probably already asleep, and if I take a bath here, the noise will definitely wake him up, so I will go to the farthest place from Mr.'s room to take a bath.

Well, I went for the good of my husband, that's it. Qiao Yingying persuaded herself that she had already entered the top floor.

The bathroom on the top floor has a terrace that stretches out, all sides are full of glass, there is silver moonlight pouring down, and the stars in the night sky are like a gorgeous carpet, which is extremely charming. The location of the bathtub is just right to enjoy the beautiful scenery without being completely exposed, which is exactly what Qiao Yingying wants.

The moonlight was so beautiful that the lights didn't need to be turned on, so she undressed herself and stepped into the bathtub like a child who had stolen adult wine, curious and excited.

Hey, how can there be water? Qiao Yingying stood in the bathtub and blinked strangely, and subconsciously glanced at the bathtub.

In a shadow of the bathtub, the naked body of a man caught her eye. Thin and powerful long legs, smooth and firm chest, broad arms, slightly pursed lips, resolute and handsome face. Yes sir!

The scene in front of her made Qiao Yingying's brain buzz for a while, forgetting to think and react. She stood like this, the gentle moonlight shining on her bare skin, making her more and more white and transparent. A long black hair, with the curls of untied braids, hung down on his chest, blocking the intoxicating scenery. The slender and slender legs have almost perfect curves, and they extend to the waist and hips with the ultimate temptation.

When she came back to her senses, she was about to run away subconsciously. But Guan Mufeng's eyes that had been closed and his steady breathing finally reminded Qiao Yingying that he was asleep.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her heart still pounding. She looked away from Guan Mufeng's body while carefully exiting the bathtub. As soon as she got out of the bathtub, she grabbed her clothes and put them on randomly, and then fled as if she were going downstairs.

The sound from the stairs faded away, and Guan Mufeng finally opened his eyes, and his eyes were as deep as the night at this time.

He was awake, from beginning to end. So he saw Qiao Yingying take off her clothes and walk into the bathtub. He was curious about what she could do, so he simply pretended to be asleep.

It seems that she still has a bit of a bottom line. Guan Mufeng's eyes were full of mockery, and they were extremely cold.

Qiao Yingying's beautiful body as beautiful as morning dew suddenly flashed in front of him, he frowned, got up from the bathtub, and turned on the shower. Cold water poured down from the top of his head, extinguishing the fire that burned in his body little by little.

The next day, Guan Mufeng got up a little late, and Qiao Yingying was gone.

He looked at his watch, and it was past seven o'clock. After washing up, I changed my clothes and was about to go out, and when I passed by the living room, I found a bowl on the table with a small note on it.

Guan Mufeng glanced at the note, but did not open the bowl. Walking to the door, he paused, frowned and was silent for a long time, and finally strode to the table and lifted the bowl, it was a bowl of green vegetable porridge.

He didn't sit down, he just picked up the spoon and drank it in three or two clicks. The temperature of the porridge is just right, the fragrance is slightly salty, and the body is immediately hot. Guan Mufeng didn't seem to like this feeling, put down the bowl a little irritably, and threw the note into the trash can again, before his frowning brows relaxed.

In the next few days, Guan Mufeng obviously felt that Qiao Yingying was hiding from him. When he arrived home in the evening, the noodles had already been cooked and placed on the table; when he got up in the morning, the people who made the porridge had already gone to the empty building; occasionally he could see her busy figure when he came out of the room, but most of them were backs, and the two did not even communicate half a sentence.

Of course Guan Mufeng would not take the initiative, Qiao Yingying felt that she had made a big mistake, and she didn't know how to face him, and she also found that her husband's face was getting worse and worse day by day in the past few days, and she didn't dare to provoke him.