I stayed overnight, perhaps only because of his remark that "Mrs. Lowe is going to call us to breakfast." If Mrs. Luo had found out that I hadn't stayed overnight, she would probably have guessed wildly. What is the mystery behind this calm? My mind flipped, but I couldn't think of a twist and turn.

Luo Jincheng seems to be indispensable on weekdays, but it turns out that his family is not as warm and harmonious as ordinary people. Outside the painstaking lonely, I didn't want to go back home and have to intrigue, and even installed surveillance in my room.

A certain piece of softness in my heart seemed to be touched.

However, such a night was not as expected with 300 rounds.

He just helped me put the bath water and turned to go out, leaving me alone to take a bath in the huge bathroom. I had the illusion of an empty heart. I thought it was a nervousness, and I was worried that I would have to deal with his entanglement after I got out. I thought he was just trying to wait for me to clear my name. I was wrong, and on the big bed, he just stepped a big hand on my waist and kneaded it through the bathrobe a few times before settling down.

I was faintly lost in the bottom of my heart.

Xiaohong once said that the most primitive desire of the body is not only strong for men, but also for women, which is an instinct given by God. Could it be that after a few skin-to-skin kisses, I really fell in love with his body and longed to be seamlessly entangled with it?

It's just that when he rubbed me, my whole body stiffened, like a lying corpse. At the end of the day, I'm still not used to being hugged to sleep by him.

Before going to bed, I couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to see Auntie?" "Actually, what I want to ask is not this, it's just the relationship between the two of us, I don't seem to be qualified to ask too much, just a side search.

"She'll leave on her own." His eyes were closed, and his face was pale.

Then there was a boundless silence in the darkness. In a few moments, his body pressed back again, reaching for my soft lips and gently priing open my teeth. His kisses are soft, delicate, and devoted, like the intimate interaction of a man and a woman in love. At that moment, I had the illusion that we had been in love for a long time.

By the time he reluctantly let go of me, I was gasping for the dark air, already out of breath.

He lifted my head lightly, put one hand under my neck, and pulled me into a comfortable position in his arms.

This kind of action makes my heart hot, like a crisp tickle swept by a feather. I just heard him say, "Is it okay to move over with me?" ”

His voice was shallow, like a breeze in the dark, soft and intoxicating. However, my brain cramped and asked a sinister question: "Your mother...... Do you come every day? ”

"Occasionally, they come and spy on me." As if sensing my doubts, he added, "She has always wanted me to give her a son as soon as possible. ”

I was shocked, my heart was like falling to the bottom, and I wanted to get up, but I was held down by his other back: "Don't be excited, she can't dominate me." Give birth to a son to be a puppet for her? Daydream about her. He said this with contempt and disdain.

I was worried, and finally asked the biggest doubt in my heart: "What kind of hatred do you have with your mother, and you have to guard against each other and be suspicious of each other like this?" ”

"She's not my real mother."

Yes?

My dull mind suddenly felt like it had been injected with a sobering agent. I turned sideways to look at the three-dimensional and delicate contours of his face, and question marks were written all over his face.

No wonder! No wonder! Such estrangement between mother and son, I thought it was caused by the rules of a wealthy family, but I didn't think about it in that way. Originally......

"Then your own mother......"