Zhao Xiaoyue was already swallowing hard. What should she do? She seemed to be getting more and more involved!
If that really happened...
"Ugh... Situ... Ugh..."
Situ Ming successfully pressed his lips against the jelly-like lips.
Quench your thirst!
Their lips met, melting into a sweet sensation, as if time itself had deliberately stopped.
Every touch was the gentle haven that Situ Ming had always longed for;
Each touch was like the most dazzling fireworks in the universe, instantly illuminating his world.
The souls sprouted vines that tightly bound the two hearts together until they became one.
Situ Ming held Zhao Xiaoyue's small face in his hands, as if she were a rare treasure, his heart and eyes filled with the charming and innocent look of a little woman.
"My little moon will always be unique and irreplaceable in my heart, do you understand?"
Security is an intangible thing; it can't be obtained by just talking about it. It comes from actions day after day and year after year.
It is also a concrete representation of the little things in life.
Situ Ming gently pecked at his swollen lips. "Master Zhao, I am yours for a day, and I will always be yours. Loving you is a matter from past lives to the future."
He confessed his feelings to Zhao Xiaoyue in the most direct way because the young woman lacked a sense of security and didn't really trust him, including herself.
After saying this, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, peered into their heart, and felt an overwhelming pang of heartache.
If he hadn't experienced the slave ship incident, his darling would have been a cheerful person, and it's likely that her illness was a result of that time.
"Dead Elephant, get up! Your back is all wet!"
Zhao Xiaoyue punched Situ Ming's chest, as if she were being coquettish.
She buried her face in someone's chest like an ostrich.
Unexpectedly, everyone else is a complete novice, but this kid's skills have improved by leaps and bounds, he's self-taught.
She still feels a tingling sensation all over her body.
"Hehe! Do you want to check my phone, computer, and everything?"
Ms. Zhao's face was flushed, and she gave the man beneath her a seemingly coquettish glare.
What are you saying?
Situ Ming stopped teasing the young woman.
He rolled over, stood up, shook off the snow, and said, "Let's go!"
"Um!"
Like a submissive wife, President Zhao lowered her head and followed Situ Ming into the courtyard.
It must be admitted that Situ Ming has a good sense of aesthetics. The interior design clearly shows considerable effort was put into it.
There were also many green plants that Zhao Xiaoyue had never seen before.
For example, the pot in front of her has a pale, ghostly face, and if you touch it slightly, it seems to have a shadow.
Seeing the young woman having so much fun, Situ Ming reluctantly went over to stop her.
"Okay, you've almost killed it."
"Do you love her or me?" Zhao Xiaoyue asked unreasonably. "Why does she look like a ghost?"
"Miss Zhao, please excuse my poor attempt to make this a pleasure to you. It's called a Ghost Orchid. I transplanted it here because it has an apple scent. Hehe, please excuse my poor attempt to make this a pleasure to you!"
As soon as Assistant Gu walked in, he saw the young mistress playing with that priceless orchid, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
I originally thought that the young master gave the lady those items for future use, but I never expected that he would use them tonight.
Cough cough!
Luckily, he was prepared, hehe!
Situ Ming led the person to sit on the sofa. "This is Assistant Gu. Uncle Biao is not here."
Zhao Xiaoyue awkwardly tried to pull her hand back, but Situ Ming wouldn't let her.
"Young Master, I'm going out now. Please call me if you need anything."
Finally, he gave their young master a meaningful look.
Situ Ming didn't understand.
Zhao Xiaoyue blinked. Was the assistant alright?
"I'll cook dinner. Come have dinner with me, I haven't had dinner yet!"
Situ Ming took off his coat, and his loose hair, which wasn't as shapely as usual, fell naturally, covering his forehead, giving him a youthful look.
Dark-colored crew neck thin sweater, black casual pants, cool-toned fair skin, and a custom-made watch.
The casual unbuttoning and sleeve rolling, the angle of her turn—all seemed pre-planned, revealing her most perfect profile.
Slurp!
Slurp!
Oh my god!
Who is Nie Xiaoqian? Or is she a male fox spirit in disguise?
Or was she... just too hungry?
That can't be!
Back in the day, that old Taoist priest Wuyou set up such a difficult test of willpower, and she managed to pass it all.
Coming to his senses, Mr. Zhao replied blankly, "Huh? Oh! Okay! I haven't eaten either, then make more."
Her serious demeanor made Situ Ming want to get closer to her.
So someone was pinned down on the sofa and kissed to their heart's content.
Finally, the man chuckled and cursed, then got up and went into the bathroom.
The gushing water couldn't extinguish the fire burning on Situ Ming's body; two hours had passed...
Mr. Zhao was so embarrassed he almost scratched his toes on the ground.
"Hey, Ming-ge, are you alright?"
She should have stayed in a hotel, or at least squeezed in with the guys in her dorm. Now…
She licked her lips and called out again, "Little brother? Brother Ming?"
Through the frosted glass, Situ Ming repeated Zhao Xiaoyue's name in a low, hoarse voice.
"Zhao Xiaoyue!"
"Yes! I'm here! How are you..."
"Zhao Xiaoyue!"
A low, labored breathing sound came from inside, followed by a muffled groan...
"Hehe! Zhao Xiaoyue!"
A deep, enigmatic voice reached Zhao Xiaoyue's ears through the frosted glass.
Zhao Xiaoyue's pupils dilated in shock. This ugly rogue!
He actually... he actually... used her name...
ah!
Her name is now considered unclean!
Situ Ming finished tidying up and came out, showing no sign of anything amiss, but instead, with a wicked charm, pulled the dazed Zhao Xiaoyue into his cold embrace.
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