Chapter 686 The Young Lady and the Repairman (16)
Whenever He Mian saw Bai Yu and Wen Wan, he would inevitably have a strange sense of guilt. From the perspective of an employer-servant relationship, they were both good to him, but he had touched their most precious daughter.
He was indeed a man of bad character.
When night fell, Bai Yao was sitting in the restaurant when he received the news that He Mian had returned home.
Except for Bai Yao and Lan Pigeon who had good appetites, the atmosphere among the Luo family members was very complicated and tense.
Luo Xuan did not go downstairs to eat. Shi
Li almost drowned today and had no appetite. He barely ate a few bites and went upstairs.
Luo Mianmian was worried about Shi Li and followed him upstairs not long after.
Cheng Li asked Xiao Beichen to persuade Luo Xuan to come downstairs to eat something, but Xiao Beichen failed to persuade her. When he went downstairs, he happened to meet Luo Mianmian who was going upstairs, and the two bumped into each other.
Xiao Beichen held Luo Mianmian's shoulders and asked politely: "Are you okay?"
Luo Mianmian smiled, obediently and softly, "I'm fine."
There were still marks of Luo Xuan's slap on her face. She had been wronged not long ago, but now she could smile like the bright morning sun. The vitality from Luo Mianmian was like the stubborn grass that never gave up, so vigorous that people couldn't take their eyes off her.
Xiao Beichen restrained the emotions that were about to show in his eyes, and walked away from her.
The weather forecast said that it would not rain today, but at night it started to be windy and the temperature dropped by several degrees.
When Bai Yao poured a glass of milk and returned to the room, she happened to see the situation in the next room.
The moment the door closed, she seemed to see the back of Xiao Beichen in a suit and leather shoes. Luo Mianmian lived in the room next to Bai Yao.
Bai Yao retracted her gossiping eyes, walked into her room and locked the door.
Late at night, there was a strong wind.
He Mian stood by the window. The howling wind outside indicated that a heavy rain would soon fall, and the rainy days were coming again.
Rainy day...
The mold spots that appeared again and again in Bai Yao's room kept appearing in front of his eyes. He pursed his thin lips into a line, picked up his coat, and went out.
When the first lightning flashed, the door of another bedroom opened a crack.
The woman in the black house looked haggard, and her bloodshot eyes stared at the departing back, and twisted hatred occupied her entire pale face.
Thunder had sounded several times, and a heavy rain was about to pour down.
Bai Yao couldn't sleep, of course. She lay on the bed playing with her mobile phone and randomly opened a novel to pass the time.
"The Servant Under the Skirt", this is a novel with popular labels such as revenge, cool, and immorality.
As the illegitimate daughter of a rich man, the heroine has always lived in the contempt of others, while her half-sister, who is about the same age as her, can enjoy the life of a rich lady who is the center of attention.
After her mother passed away, the heroine lived a difficult life with her half-brother who depended on each other, and she suddenly developed a strong desire for revenge.
She wanted the love of her rich father.
She wanted the life of a rich lady.
Even if it was the strict and stereotyped man who was her sister's fiancé, she wanted it too.
The heroine of this book is not a simple white flower, but a popular "bad woman" who can play the pig to eat the tiger. She won the favor of her father by acting, and played the man who claimed to be a social elite in the palm of her hand, so that he could no longer think about anything else except her.
The hero certainly knew very well what the heroine wanted. He restrained himself at first because of his status, but this woman was born to restrain him. He was obsessed with her gaze, her body, and everything about her.
He was willing to be her slave.
As for the eldest daughter who was originally pampered, arrogant, and vicious, she was of course deserted by her relatives and was locked up in a mental hospital.
For some reason, when Bai Yao saw this copy, she would think of the things between the Luo family. She was about to click in to take a closer look when a drop of water fell on her forehead. Bai Yao
raised her eyes. It was late at night and her eyesight was not that good. In addition, there was a light on the ceiling. She couldn't tell whether the water droplets fell on the ceiling above her head because of moisture.
At this moment, her mobile phone received a message.
[Yaoyao, are you asleep? 】
The person who sent the message was marked with the name "Dear Boyfriend".
Bai Yao immediately replied: [I'm thinking about you, and I haven't had time to sleep yet! ]
She could almost imagine the person on the other end smiling at the text message, and another message came.
[I'm at the door. ]
Bai Yao was stunned for a moment, and quickly got out of bed, opened the curtains and looked out. Amidst the lightning and thunder, the figure of a young man stood tall outside the door. He was looking up at her through the glass window.
Bai Yao was surprised and happy. She didn't care that she was wearing a nightgown. She hurried out, opened the door, and rushed into his arms against the sound of the wind.
"Why are you here?" Her eyes were shining, and the joy in her eyes was about to jump out, telling him how happy she was.
He Mian put his coat on her, and covered her cheeks with his hands to warm her skin. "It will rain heavily today, and I'm worried that you will be scared."
Especially since her parents were not at home, and there was another outsider in the manor, and more importantly, it was a rainy night.
The rain was pouring down, and it could hide many subtle movements.
Bai Yao quickly grabbed He Mian's hand and pulled him into her room quietly. She found a dry towel and wiped the water droplets on his hair.
He Mian said, "I'll stay here, you can sleep without worry."
Bai Yao said "Oh", he took off her coat, she got into the quilt, and He Mian sat on the chair beside the bed. It turned out that he just wanted to stay with her and didn't plan to do anything else.
As the thunder struck, the lights in the house went out.
Bai Yao reached out and grabbed him.
He whispered, "It's just a power outage, don't be afraid."
In the dim environment, only Bai Yao's voice could be heard faintly, "He Mian, I'm still afraid of the dark, and I feel it's so cold in the house."
He Mian: "..."
Bai Yao grabbed his hand and pulled it, "It's really cold."
She raised the last part of her voice, almost saying that she was being coquettish.
He Mian was silent for a long time, and then slowly moved. Bai Yao's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to lift the quilt. He Mian lay stiffly on the girl's soft big bed, only to feel that her bed was very different from his own. The scent from her was everywhere, occupying his every breath.
He suppressed his discomfort and hugged the person who got into his arms tightly.
The boy was at an age of blood and vigor, and he seemed to have endless energy. His body was also hotter than hers. In the cold rainy night, being hugged by him was a very comfortable and safe thing.
Suddenly, He Mian held down her restless hands and said in a low voice: "Stop it."
Bai Yao's hands stopped on his lower abdomen, as if she treated him as a treasure that could be appreciated carefully, and touching him anywhere was a novel experience.
She has always been used to doing things her own way, and when her rebellious heart came up, she would do whatever others asked her to do.
Lying on him, she sat on his waist, staring at him with her beautiful eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing meat, "He Mian, I want you."
He knew she was bold, but he didn't expect her to be so bold.
He Mian's blood rushed to his head and his face flushed, "No, no."
Bai Yao tilted her head, her eyes innocent, "But you want it too."
She sat on him and deliberately rubbed it.
A soft moan escaped from the corner of He Mian's lips, and he soon covered his mouth in shame. His ears were too red and charming, and he dared not breathe freely, but it was emitting a scorching heat.
Bai Yao moved close to his face and kissed the corner of his lips, hiding a smile after a successful prank, "He Mian, don't you like me anymore?"
How could she not like him?
He was like a man who picked the moon, and every day he felt that he was crazy to have such an unrealistic illusion.
And now, his moon fell in his arms.
His arms suddenly exerted force.
The positions were reversed, and Bai Yao became the one being pressed down. The young and strong body of the boy was like a mountain, heavily imprisoning her and trapping her in the small world created by him.
Then, he could do whatever he wanted.
He kissed her with primitive wildness, passing the corners of her lips, her jaw, and then to her neck and collarbone. Bai Yao felt itchy from the kiss and couldn't help laughing.
But soon, as the thin clothes had not been completely taken off and were hanging on her body, the boy lifted her legs with trembling hands, and he came forward again to kiss her face, and she couldn't laugh anymore.
Inside the bedroom, the boy and girl suppressed their movements and tasted the forbidden fruit secretly.
A flash of lightning struck, accompanied by the sound of twelve o'clock from the clock in the hall, and the empty corridor outside the bedroom became even more eerie and sad.