With such a natural and elegant posture, Feng'er felt that all of a sudden, she felt like she had been robbed of her voice, she nodded silently, and then gently retreated out of the door and closed the door.

Rong Yi watched Feng'er close the door, listened to her actions guarding the outside, and turned her head to look at the girl beside her.

He lay flat, looked at his right wrist that was no longer buckled, smiled slightly, held Ming Yulong's little hand, put it on his waist, and closed his eyes.

The night passed quietly, and the crescent moon fell from west to east. The light slowly rises over the horizon, and the fish-belly-white sky reminds people that a new day has arrived.

When Ming Yulong woke up, he habitually closed it for another five minutes, waiting for the chaotic brain to slowly wake up.

When you close your eyes, the sounds of the outside world become extraordinarily clear. Early in the morning, everything was still quiet.

The morning wind blows through the trees in the yard, the rustle of the leaves, the early birds stand on the branches, chirp and sing, and the early people are busy with all kinds of work, that is the sound of life, but also the proof of being alive.

She likes to listen to voices like this, proving that her identity has not been discovered, and she continues to carry out her mission.

But today, among these voices, the clearest thing she heard was the sound of a person's long, even breathing.

The sound of breathing, very close, very close......

Like in her ear?

There is also a faint, nonexistent, and clean breath like an ice fountain with a strong sense of presence.

Ming Yulong opened his eyes, looked to the left, raised his head and just bumped into a pair of crystal phoenix eyes, under the straight bridge of his nose, his perfect thin lips were slightly hooked, and he smiled lowly:

"Girl, morning."

Ming Yulong looked at the person in front of him, reached out and pinched his cheek in disbelief, and said in a daze:

"It doesn't hurt at all, I'm still dreaming!" Otherwise, how could Rong Bei Hei be by her side?

"Of course not, pinch it a little harder, and you'll be more sure." Rong Yi smiled faintly, his smile was beautiful, and his voice was tempting and soft.

Ming Yulong really pinched his cheek hard, his eyes widened instantly, and he wailed,

"Ouch, it hurts me!"

At this moment, the foggy drowsiness and alcohol in his eyes all faded, and he sat up suddenly, pointed at Rong Yi and reprimanded:

"Rong belly black, you don't go to black others. In the middle of the night, I climbed into bed and changed my career to be a pervert, what the hell do you want to do! ”

Rong Yi looked at her pinched red left cheek, pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were like a spring breeze, and suddenly the snow melted and froze,

"Girl, if you say I'm a pervert, you better take a good look at who is more erotic."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes drooped slightly, Ming Yulong followed his line of sight, and at a glance saw his hand still on his waist, and suddenly felt that his hand was like charcoal, and immediately took it back.

Looking at Rong Yi's lips with a shallow smile, he only felt that his eyes were full of ridicule of himself, his little face was swollen and red, and he didn't even have the courage to look directly at Rong Yi.

How did he put his hand on his belly and black waist, when did he have the habit of hugging people at night.

Just looking at it like this, she suddenly frowned, her eyes narrowed slightly, and swept the surrounding decorations, the circle of light green and fresh furniture, so familiar, it was obviously the furnishings in Linglong Curie.