He Bing thought for a moment and nodded, "It hurts."
Ye Ming straightened up and knelt beside her, "Let me see if the ointment you applied last night was useless?"
Those ointments to relieve swelling and pain were put on her after bathing yesterday.
He Bing quickly curled up his legs, and two blushes appeared on his face, "Don't look, I'm fine."
"He Bing," he called her, "be good, let me see if you are injured."
He Bing's whole body went limp when he called her. He had always been strong and domineering, and she didn't know how to reject him.
At this time, a stream of hot liquid suddenly rushed out from below. He Bing saw the man and said, "Ye Ming, I'm sorry, my little life is here."
"Lied to me?" Ye Ming didn't believe it. He lifted up the hem of her skirt with his slender fingers and took a look. Now he was completely convinced.
He quickly got off her body, wrapped his broad palm around her beautiful tip and rubbed it, "What do you need me to do?"
"Go get me sanitary napkins..."
…
He Bing changed her clothes and put on sanitary napkin. Her whole body was limp and she didn't want to move, so she lay on the wicker chair and basked in the sun.
Ye Ming did not go out today. The large wicker chair was big enough for two people. Although his two long legs had already gone out, his strong body was lying flat, allowing He Bing to nest comfortably in his arms.
He Bing was sleeping, and Ye Ming was looking at a document in his hand.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the coquettish voice of a busty girl came from outside the door, "Master Cheng, I'm here to deliver fruit."
Ye Ming didn't take his eyes away from the document. He lifted his thin lips and said, "Come in."
The busty girl came in and brought a fruit plate.
Now the gorgeous morning light shines on the wicker chair through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Ye Ming is wearing a clean black shirt and black trousers. The fine material has been ironed without any wrinkles. His legs are too long, so he just stretched them.
His trousers were worn into nine points, revealing his lean ankles. The man immersed in the halo exuded an indescribable masculine charm.
The busty girl stole a few glances at the man, and also saw He Bing lying on the man's chest. The girl closed her eyes, and the slender wings of the butterfly and cicada formed a charming silhouette under her beautiful eyelids. She looked like
Lazy little kitten.
The man protects the little milk cat like its owner.
The busty girl placed the fruit plate on the chair, then squatted down next to Ye Ming. She picked a grape, peeled it off, and fed it to Ye Ming's lips with her own hands.
"Master Cheng, eat grapes."
Ye Ming was reading the documents when suddenly a grape was handed over to him, and his dark eyes fell on the busty girl's face.
The busty girl wore a low-cut maid uniform today. From this angle, a man could see her slit at a glance.
Ye Ming narrowed his dark eyes, and his gaze suddenly became sinister and cold.
But then the kitten in his arms moved and He Bing opened his eyes.
"Get out." He spat out two cold words from his thin lips.
The busty girl had noticed that the man was in a bad mood, and she quickly left the room in fear.
Throwing the document in his hand on the chair next to him, Ye Ming reached out and rubbed the girl's hair, "Are you awake?"
"Yeah." He Bing snorted. In fact, she woke up very early, when the busty girl knocked on the door.
"If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, I'll give you some water."
He Bing pushed him away, stood up and got off the wicker chair.
"He Bing," Ye Ming stretched out his big palm to clasp her slender wrist, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," He Bing tried to pull back his wrist, "I want to go back."
"He Bing," Ye Ming used a little force and pulled her into his arms, "Why do I feel that you are weird? You are so unpredictable that you can fall out of love faster than turning over a book. Are you hiding something from me?
,Say it."
"No, let go..." He Bing pushed him and refused to let him hold her.
Ye Ming refused to let go, and his strong palms wrapped around her slender waist, confining her in his arms. He lowered his handsome eyelids and watched her messing around in his arms.
In fact, he noticed her abnormality yesterday. He thought he had done something wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, he really didn't know where he went wrong.
He felt a little uneasy, always feeling that she was hiding something.
"He Bing, what's wrong with you? Just say it if you have something to say. You didn't do that before!" He scolded in a deep voice.
He Bing looked up at him, his fair eyes were slightly red, "Ye Ming, I am Zuo. Now that you see me clearly, you can go find another woman."
What?
Ye Ming's expression changed on the spot, and his whole facial features suddenly sank, but he controlled his temper and whispered, "Don't say these words again!"
"Ye Ming, I'm not kidding, don't you like women with big breasts? There are many out there, go find them!" He Bing shook off his big palm with force.
Ye Ming's big palm hanging by his side quickly clenched into a fist, and his eyes were stained with bloodshot eyes. He stared at her fiercely, then raised his foot and kicked over the wicker chair.
boom.
The documents and the fruit plate all fell to the carpet, leaving a mess. The wicker chair could not withstand the strength of the man's legs and was broken into pieces.
He Bing stopped talking. This was the first time he had lost his temper with her in such a long time.
The atmosphere in the room was down to the extreme, so depressing that it was suffocating. Ye Ming put his hands on his hips, his strong chest rising and falling, and soon he stared at her with scarlet eyes, "Do you really want me to find another woman?"
He Bing lowered his slender feathers and said nothing.
"Damn it, are you deaf or mute? Talk to me!" Ye Ming yelled.
He Bing bit her moist lower lip with her fine white teeth and said, "Let's go."
You go.
She lets him go.
Without saying a word, Ye Ming pulled out his long legs and left.
With a "boom", he slammed the door loudly.
he's gone.
He's really gone.
He Bing walked to the bed and lay down weakly on the soft big bed. She curled up her fragile body into a small ball and huddled under the quilt. His masculine scent still lingered in the quilt, which smelled very good.
Her white and tender fingers grasped the corners of the quilt, and she buried her little face in his scent. She felt very sad, really sad.
She didn't want to lose her temper, and she knew it was annoying to be like this, but she couldn't control herself.
Although he was very close to her, she felt like she couldn't catch him.
She wanted to desperately catch him and make him belong to her only, but she knew how selfish she was.
Where did he go?
His eyes gradually became moist, and He Bing was about to cry.
But then there was a "bang" and the door was kicked open.
He Bing raised his eyes and saw a tall and muscular body standing by the door. Ye Ming was back again.
There was a red rose in his hand, and he handed it to her in a bad tone, "Here, here it is for you!"