Quiet inside.

Ginger tea tea has a stiff spine.

Bian Jichen...... Is this telling her not to go?

He was obviously cold, but after the fever, he seemed to be fragile when he fell asleep.

Jiang Cha Cha turned around hesitantly.

He still fell asleep.

His face is so handsome that he doesn't look like a real person.

The only difference from just now was that his hand hanging in the air was holding her wrist and not moving.

Originally, Jiang Chacha thought he was awake, but she heard his shallow breathing.

…… It turns out that he was talking in his sleep.

It seems that it is not a good dream.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see any tendency to let go of her wrist.

Ginger Tea Tea:?

It's pretty tight.

This, the maid is like the young master, it doesn't seem to be very good, right?!

She is an independent and sober woman in the new era, rejecting such unspoken rules!

So, she tried to struggle her wrist slightly.

As a result, the more she struggled, Bian Jichen's big hand was like a piece of iron, and the more firmly her fingers gripped it.

Why is it still like glue!!

Jiang Chacha didn't believe that she couldn't deal with a person in her sleep!

That's how the desire to win comes up.

She gritted her teeth and tugged her hand out.

As a result, an unexpected scene came.

Bian Jichen suddenly grabbed her slender wrist with five fingers, and exerted the opposite force on her, his fingers were slightly strained and gently pulled.

Jiang Chacha suddenly pounced on him.

came to a clear embrace.

She was shocked.

The maid is lying on the bed with the young master?? Not so good?!!

It's like that, it's like a movie......

She suddenly fell on top of him, the weight pressed down, and the young man below just snorted lowly, and his eyebrows gradually loosened.

While Jiang Chacha was still brainstorming, his hand suddenly wrapped his hand around her waist, adjusted his comfortable position, and then continued to sleep.

Ginger Tea Tea: ???

She's messy.

Her head was forcibly buried in his chest, and through the thin fabric, she seemed to hear the powerful heartbeat underneath.

Her face was flushed, like a ripe peach.

She gradually realized that Bian Jichen seemed to treat her as a Samoyed.

Treat her like Hachi.

But the posture she had just pounced on was a little awkward, her hair falling messily on his shoulders, and a strand of hair on his lips, but his eyelids were closed, his broad, warm chest rose and fell, and his breathing was gentle.

She stiffened and fell into his arms in a strange embarrassed position, and it was only necessary to throw herself into his arms to realize how slender his limbs were and how broad his chest was.

She only took a small part of his arms.

The breath of his body lingered in front of her nose, and she felt like she was enveloped in his scent, and even her breath made her blush and her heart beat.

When she struggled, the man would wrinkle his eyebrows, and the hand around her waist would only tighten her hair tighter, making her body closer to his.

In the end, she didn't dare to move anymore, so she had to give up struggling.

Her face buried in his chest was almost ripe, and it was steaming.

However, it was also the first time she had observed him so closely.

Never before.

Because he fell asleep, Jiang Cha Cha also became bolder.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked over.

I have never seen such a perfect face, and every stroke is a miracle, as if it is God's grace to the world.

Ginger Cha Cha reminded him of his past in England.

No wonder, she always felt that his temperament was different from ordinary people.

In this quiet afternoon, the cold boy just hugged her and lay on the bed and slept for a long time.

His cold breath mixed with the high body temperature after the fever, little by little against her skin, especially the hand he put on her waist seemed to be ambiguously warm.

A little sweat broke out on her neck, and her black hair was wet.

When Bian Jichen woke up from his first dream, it was already night, and there was no light in the living room, only a little cold fragrance was left in his arms, and there was a little bit of cold incense in his arms.

As soon as he woke up, his head hurt a little, and the man in the dim light sat on the sofa with his hands on his forehead, and locked his eyebrows coldly.

Confusion when you have a fever.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to absurdly take her for the vice president and held her in his arms.

His eyes froze, and his brows tightened.

Suddenly, through the moonlight that poured in from the window, he saw a trace of girlish hair between his fingers, which were wrapped around his fingers.

He raised his hand, palm spread.

He looked at it for a long time.

Because of the familiar faint fragrance on her body.

He had also smelled it on her body when he kissed the vice president in the night.

Because of that fragrance, when he kissed her, he put down the restraint of a gentleman for the first time, and let his desire stretch out his S head viciously.

She opened her wet eyes in the darkness in fright, and pushed him with her hands in a weak, soft struggle, causing her to look at him with a flushed face and disbelief.

Bian Jichen's eyes drooped, his eyes darkened, and his fingers closed silently, as if he wanted to crush the woman's hair.

He didn't seem to know anything about his maid.

The figure in the dark sat on the sofa for a long time, and after that, he unlocked his phone and checked the logistics of a foreign package.

A package from overseas has just passed through customs.

The package was one of Mrs. Feitz's favorite and most valuable antique gemstone necklaces, which was given to her granddaughter by her grandmother in the past.

- I am like a tropical cyclone born on the surface of the Pacific Ocean, I blow strong winds and rain with great fanfare, but this tree that is still quiet and lonely in the middle of it, the wind stops, and not a single leaf falls.

He wanted to have a ceremonial confession of his first love, his passionate crush on a teenager like a subtropical typhoon.