Ai Yimo raised his eyes, and Luo Qifeng's smiling eyes were glowing with strange brilliance, like a swirling nest, waiting for her to indulge.

"I'm ......" As soon as she opened her lips, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and then Fang Yirou walked in.

"Pray for the wind, it's time, let's ......" Seeing the ambiguous scene on the bed, Fang Yirou was stunned, and the bag in her hand also fell to the ground.

At the same time, Ai Yimo saw Luo Qifeng's expression fluctuate, and he rolled over and got out of bed unhurriedly, "Give me five minutes, huh?" ”

As soon as Fang Yirou appeared, Luo Qifeng let go of himself, he really cared about Fang Yirou, right? Aimo sat up and straightened her messy clothes, and at this moment, she felt a little blocked in her heart.

Who knows, as soon as her toes touched the ground, she was pressed down again by Luo Qifeng, and he ordered in a magnetic voice: "Just lie here and wait for me to come back." ”

In a word, Ai Yimo felt like he was on the cusp of the storm, and Fang Yirou, who was already stunned, had a hurt expression on her face......

The commercial summer lights were bright at night, and Fang Yirou walked out of the fitting room like a human being, lifting the colorful skirt, "Pray for the wind, is it good?" ”

"Well, that's good." Luo Qifeng raised his eyes slightly, and a gentle smile slipped onto his face.

"Is it really good?" Fang Yirou looked at Luo Qifeng steadily, and after a moment she shook her head, "I'll try that ......"

It's not bad again! She tried four or five of them, but none of them could make Luo Qifeng say that they looked good?

"Okay." Luo Qifeng nodded, he sat on the soft leather sofa, and turned his head to look at the light pink nightdress in the curved crystal cabinet. For a moment, Ai Yimo's expression of wanting to rest flashed through his mind.

Unable to help it, Luo Qifeng got up and walked over, his fingertips gently brushing the silky fabric of the nightdress.

"Pray for the wind, isn't this one good?" This time, Fang Yirou walked straight to Luo Qifeng's side and hugged his neck like a coquettish.

"Well, it's good." Luo Qifeng gently pulled Fang Yirou's body away, and finally took his eyes off the nightdress.

After Fang Yirou heard this, her eyes lit up, and her voice was as soft as water, "I'll wear this evening dress at the birthday dance~~"

"Well, wrap up everything you just tried." The smile on the corner of Luo Qifeng's mouth deepened, and he raised his finger and pointed to the nightdress in the crystal cupboard, "That, wrap it alone." ”

"Pray for the wind, I know that you love me the most~~" Fang Yirou looked at the nightdress, a faint pink, really beautiful. She thought that the feeling of wearing this nightdress and sharing a bed with Luo Qifeng must be wonderful!

Facing Fang Yirou's coquettishness, Luo Qifeng said, "Let's go back, huh?" ”

"No, people want to watch a movie...... Fang Yirou's eyes were shining, and he bit his lips thinly.

How could she let Luo Qifeng go back so early and go through the clouds and rain with that woman?

Do women like to bite their lips? That Aimer too......

Luo Qifeng frowned, and Ai Yimer's pure face passed through his mind again.

"Next time I watch the movie, I'm a little tired." Luo Qifeng said very simply.

"Pray for the wind......" Fang Yirou still wanted to say something, but the indifference in Luo Qifeng's eyes made her swallow her words back.

……

The moonlight was faint and faint, and Ai Yimo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of her bedroom, not knowing why she was standing here or how long.

The dazzling light of the car came from far and near, she watched the car stop, and then Luo Qifeng and Fang Yirou walked out of the car.

His heart trembled inexplicably, and Ai Yimo tightened his fingers, and suddenly found that Luo Qifeng didn't know when to raise his head and look at him.

"Pray for the wind......" A trace of confusion crossed Fang Yirou's eyes, and her gaze followed the direction of Luo Qifeng's gaze.

She knew it was going to be like this! As soon as he got out of the car, Luo Qifeng could only see Ai Yimer in his eyes!

Finally, Luo Qifeng moved, he walked directly over the hall and stepped up the stairs, and the feeling of being waited for was so good.

"Pray for the wind—" Fang Yirou clenched her little hands, and she hurriedly followed. Luo Qifeng's bedroom was right in front of him, why didn't he give himself the nightdress that was individually wrapped?

"Rourou has something to say?" Luo Qifeng paused and looked at Fang Yirou.

"I ......" Fang Yirou took a breath, her expression shy and shy, "I like tonight's evening dress, I like it very much, I especially like it, because you gave it to me......" She leaned forward slightly, and the tip of her nose almost touched Luo Qifeng's face.

She didn't think that she was inferior to Ai Yimer, why did Luo Qifeng's ruthlessness hesitate in that woman's body?

"Pray for the wind, I like you like like ...... "sister!"

"Rourou......" Luo Qifeng suddenly interrupted Fang Yirou's words, his expression was a little complicated, and after half a sound, his voice sounded softly: "Okay, it's late, go back to the room and rest." ”

Fang Yirou was stunned, she didn't understand why Luo Qifeng deliberately kept a distance from herself. Is it because of Aimer, the damn woman?!

Rourou? He screams so gently!

Aimer clutched her chest, she wished she hadn't heard their conversation, but ...... But Luo Qifeng's voice was pampered, scratching her heart very uncomfortable.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?" Closing the bedroom door, Luo Qifeng turned on the light, slowly paced to Ai Yimer's side, hooked her soft chin, "You know, I specially chose a gift for you......

"You also chose Fang Yirou's gift?"

Ai Yimo suddenly threw out such a sentence, but the next second she regretted it, why did she ask so much?

"You're more than Rourou?" Luo Qifeng's tone was immediately much colder, and a pair of eyes also stared at Ai Yimo with a pair of elegant eyes.

Ai Mo paused, lowered her eyes and did not speak, she was waiting for his cynicism, but......

In the boiling quiet, Luo Qifeng unexpectedly hooked his lips: raised a lazy smile: "Don't tell me, you look like you're jealous." ”

His low voice exudes a unique male charm. Even the playful tone is so beautiful.

Luo Qifeng's words made Ai Yimo stunned, and she eagerly opened her mouth to deny it, but her lips were gently pressed by his fingers.

"I bought you a nightdress and went change into it, huh?"

Ai Yimer was stunned and looked at him for a long time without speaking. She subconsciously took a few steps back, full of doubt.

What did Luo Qifeng buy a nightdress for her? She has never understood this man, and who can guess his mind?

"Why didn't you hear me?" Luo Qifeng handed the nightdress to Ai Yimo without saying a word, but she took a few steps back, and the pale pink gift box fell to the ground.

There was an unsettling smell in the air, and Aimer shook his head and said, "I...... Accustomed to wearing pajamas. ”

The corners of Luo Qifeng's lips twitched, he didn't speak, just stared at Ai Yimer's lowered little face, and there was a faint anger rolling in his eyes.

His eyes were so sharp that even if she didn't lift them, she still felt like he was staring at her.

How so?

She...... Did it displease him again?

The suffocating silence finally made Ai Yimo unable to bear it, she licked her dry lips, and whispered: "Then I'll take it back to the room and change ......"