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"I miss you." Feng Ming whispered, reaching out to hold her in his arms. Her body nestled gently in his arms, feeling the warmth from him, and absorbing his warmth bit by bit.

That cold and hard heart gradually warmed up.

Bei Yutang snuggled up to him affectionately, her eyes slightly narrowed.

At this moment, she didn't think about anything and just wanted to stay with him quietly for a while.

Feng Ming lowered his eyes and looked at her face, his eyes full of doting tenderness.

The two looked at each other in silence, just leaning against each other tightly.

The next morning, when she opened her eyes, the first thing she did was to look to her side. There was no one there. Her hand gently stroked that place, and there was still a faint warmth on it.

Bei Yutang got out of bed, walked to the window, looked at the slightly open window, and through the window, looked at the high wall of the courtyard. After a while, he turned around silently.

When I turned around, I saw the bathroom door open.

He had a white bath towel wrapped around his lower body, and his hair was wet. Drops of water from the ends of his hair dripped onto his bare chest, slid down along his bulging pectoral muscles, and finally sank into his ****.

What a picture of a handsome man coming out of the bath!

Bei Yutang stood there in a daze, not knowing whether she was shocked by his sudden appearance or his alluring appearance.

When he walked in front of her, Bei Yutang said, "I thought you left."

Just now I saw the empty side of his body and the slightly open window, and thought he had left.

Feng Ming lowered his head and kissed her gently on the forehead, "Good morning, my Tang'er." His tone was full of pampering.

Bei Yutang's tightly pursed lips curled up slightly, "Good morning."

She took the towel from his hand and pushed him to sit in front of the mirror. "It's not good to keep your hair wet. It will give you headaches when you get older. Remember to dry it next time."

"Okay." Feng Ming looked at the skilled person through the mirror, and her figure was reflected in his eyes.

Feng Ming felt her slender fingers moving through his hair, feeling the warmth and gentle force of her caressing, which gave him a tingling sensation that was very comfortable.

He closed his eyes unconsciously.

"alright."

When she withdrew her hand, Feng Ming's eyes opened and a hint of affection flashed across his eyes.

"You should go." Bei Yutang reminded.

If I don't leave now, it will be bad for my reputation if someone finds out. Although we are engaged, we are not married yet.

Bei Yutang turned around and said, "Put on your clothes. I don't want to see."

Feng Ming leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I don't mind."

Embarrassing...

Bei Yutang was speechless, with a suspicious blush on her fair cheeks.

"Let's go."

Bei Yutang turned her head and saw the light curtains fluttering. He was no longer in the room. She quickly ran to the window, but couldn't find him. If she hadn't been holding the towel, she would have thought everything was just an illusion.

When Bei Yutang came downstairs, her father and mother were already in the restaurant. Seeing her, her mother smiled and waved at her, "Come here quickly."

Bei Yutang walked over to sit next to Bei's mother, who had already ordered the servants to serve her favorite Chinese food.

"Where's my brother?"

Under normal circumstances, Bei Yifeng would arrive earlier than her.

"Your brother went to bring Bao'er breakfast." Bei's mother was afraid that she would be suspicious, so she held Bei Yutang's hand and said, "Yutang, Bao'er needs her family right now after what happened. You and Bao'er are both good daughters in my heart."