Ji Shuman stretched out his hand to pull off the bathrobe, revealing his fragrant shoulders, raising his neck, revealing a snow-white patch, showing it to Song Cangyuan.

There is an obvious crimson kiss mark on the clavicle, like a red plum in the snow, which is particularly dazzling.

Ji Shuman's wet round eyes stared straight at Song Cangyuan.

Song Cangyuan's deep eyes swept over Ji Shuman's snow-white chest, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of eye heat, and his hand holding the bag trembled slightly.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he quickly reached out to grab Ji Shuman's arm and push her into the room.

"Shuman, what are you doing here, undressing at the door, like words?"

The door behind him "clicked" shut.

When the man and woman entered the room, the dim light, the faint fragrance of the girl entered the nose, and the breath could be smelled.

The atmosphere is starting to get bigger.

"Uncle Song...... You're pinching me......"

Ji Shuman timidly raised her pink and delicate little face and looked at him with an aggrieved expression.

The red lips were close at hand, and his voice was faint and crying.

Ji Shuman's body was close to Song Cangyuan, and his height was already as high as his chest, and he was only as tall as his waist when he first saw her.

Ji Shuman's body is slender, but it is concave and convex, and the feeling he touched last night is still in his hand.

Song Cangyuan lowered his eyes, and his gaze was against the black pupils of the girl in his arms.

The innocent eyes were as bright as black grapes, making him feel defiled.

Song Cangyuan frowned, let go of Ji Shuman's arm, put down the bag, and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The curtains were closed, and he couldn't see the scenery at all, he just wanted to escape from this delicate mandala.

Song Cangyuan put his hands in his pockets, his back to Ji Shuman, and his throat rolled up and down.

"There's medicine in the bag, you wipe it yourself."

The voice is low and magnetic, with a deliberate coldness.

Ji Shuman, who was behind him, looked at the man's long figure, and a trace of cunning appeared in his eyes.

"Uncle Song, but I also have it on my back, and I can't wipe it myself......"

Song Cangyuan's chest was stuffy when he heard this, his fingers couldn't help clenching, he felt an itch in his throat, and he wanted to smoke.

"Ji Shuman, don't make yourself cheap, don't forget that you are the eldest lady of the Ji family!"

The voice was cold and unforgiving.

That's a bit ruthless.

Ji Shuman's eyes suddenly seemed to be quenched with a thin layer of ice, revealing a bubbling cold air.

She clutched her arms in her hands, her water-red nails sunk into her white bathrobe, her head drooping, her hair messing up the sides of her cheeks, she began to sob, tears dripping to the floor.

Song Cangyuan listened to Ji Shuman's cry, and his eyebrows were twisted.

After much hesitation, he walked over to her.

Looking at the girl with pear blossoms and rain, his heart softened.

"Shuman, come here!"

Ji Shuman obediently walked up to Song Cangyuan, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, like a child who had made a mistake.

Song Cangyuan raised his slender fingers, gently lifted the black hair that fell on the sides of her cheeks, and hooked the strands behind her ears.

Ji Shuman showed her crystal pinna, white neck, and pink face.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, but she still didn't dare to look at him.

Song Cangyuan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and his fingertips wrapped around the girl's soft hair, making his fingers tingle and tremble slightly, like a poison spreading to his body.

"Shuman, girls must know how to love themselves! Last night...... I don't want it to happen again! You change your clothes, I'll be waiting for you in the lobby! ”

The voice is warm and low, not preaching, more like a father's love for his daughter.

After Song Cangyuan finished speaking, he raised his leg and walked out of the door, holding the handle and turning his head again, "I don't know if the size of the clothes is appropriate, you can wear them." ”

Ji Shuman raised his hand, wiped the tears on his cheeks with his fingertips, and his hand was still warm and warm on her ears, she was a little greedy.

The corners of Ji Shuman's lips were slightly hooked, and there was a hint of cunning hidden in her wet eyes.

"Uncle Song, you have touched it, of course you know the size!"

A gentle sentence, but it makes people hold their breath.

Song Cangyuan's hand that was about to open the door shook slightly, and he felt his throat tight.

He was silent for a few seconds, then resolutely opened the door and walked out.

Ji Shuman turned around and picked up the bag of clothes, opened it and poured it on the bed.

Two sets of pure white lace underwear and underwear, and a woolen long skirt.

He actually picked his favorite color.

Uncle Dahai obviously likes himself!

Ji Shuman's cheeks were pressed against his clothes, and there seemed to be the faint scent of ebony and agarwood intertwined on a man's body.

She closed her eyes and imagined the man's large, bony hands caressing the dress, and the corners of her lips involuntarily rose high.

Ji Shuman came down from the thirtieth floor, stepped out of the elevator, and looked at Song Cangyuan who was sitting like a clock in the sofa in the lobby from a distance.

The black and white sportswear made him more energetic, and his side face was noble and elegant, but with a faint detachment, and a cigarette between his slender fingers was being sent between his thin lips.

His cheeks sunken slightly, he inhaled and exhaled, the white mist overflowed, and the smoke bypassed his eyelashes, squinting slightly, and then raising his eyes again.

The warm and sunny man ten years ago seems to have changed, but he is still like that.

"Uncle Song......"