He Bing took a taxi and came to the villa designated by Ye Ming. The maid opened the door of the villa and said, "Hello, Miss He."
He Bing glanced at the villa and didn't see the person she wanted to see, "Is Xiao Cheng back?"
"Master Cheng is not back yet, but he will be back soon. Miss He can wait upstairs for a while."
"OK."
He Bing went upstairs and entered the master bedroom. Now she was sure that Ye Ming was really coming back. This was not a dream, but real.
She was unprepared.
"Can I take a bath?"
"Of course, Miss He, we will prepare a rose petal bath for you now." the maid said respectfully.
The maid quickly prepared a rose petal bath. He Bing soaked in it for an hour and wiped off the water droplets on her delicate skin with a towel. She wore a milky white nightgown.
Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her small oval face. She had just taken a bath, and her pale face had two healthy blushes. She was young, and the collagen on her face was tender and moist.
The big wet eyes are inlaid on it, which will make any man's heart flutter when he sees it.
At this time, the maid's voice sounded outside the door, "Master Cheng, are you back?"
Ye Ming is back?
Ye Ming is back!
She was still unsure about the text message he sent her because he was in jail after all, but now she was sure that he was really back.
He Bing opened the door to the room and looked down. He saw a tall and muscular body standing by the door of the villa.
He was so tall, he looked like a door god. The dim light at the entrance illuminated his thick shoulders, casting a charming halo.
He Bing glanced at him and quickly turned around and returned to the room. She picked out a long knitted sweater and put it on, then hurried downstairs.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ye Ming, who was standing at the entrance, looked up and saw a delicate yellow figure running over on the retro-carved stairs.
Ye Ming put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at her carefully from top to bottom. The bright yellow sweater seemed to have a milky white skirt inside, and the rippling milky white lace skirt was on the sweater.
A small part of her bottom was exposed, with two thin and white jade legs underneath, and a pair of pink slippers on her feet. She was a pretty 21-year-old girl, so young that she could squeeze water out of her mouth.
Ye Ming raised his beautiful eyebrows and gently rubbed them with his two big palms in his trouser pockets.
She ran all the way, and he just watched her all the way, and he couldn't get enough of her.
A maid has knelt down to change Ye Ming's shoes. This maid is young and beautiful, with a good figure. She wears a waist-pinching apron, and her heavy chest can be seen through the wide neckline, which squeezes out a groove.
When He Bing ran over, she saw the maid's breasts. She said, "You go down, I'll do it."
The maid was stunned and immediately looked up at the man standing next to her. Unexpectedly, Ye Ming didn't look at her at all. The man's eyes stopped on He Bing.
"Yes, Miss He." The maid then slowly stepped aside.
He Bing walked over, squatted down with his delicate body, and stretched out his little hand to change his shoes.
Ye Ming lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at her. The girl lowered her little head to change his shoes. She looked so docile, just like a newborn kitten nestling at his feet.
After changing into slippers, he kicked her calf with the toe of his shoe.
When she squatted down, her two thin legs were together, very neat, but it made him feel itchy to see her.
He kicked her with the toe of his shoe.
He Bing raised her little head and looked at him with a pair of watery black and white eyes. The man also stared at her, looking a bit frivolous.
He is teasing her.
Like a kitten playing with itself.
He Bing got up and left.
But as soon as she lifted her feet, a rough big hand came over and grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled hard.
He Bing's delicate body directly hit the man's strong chest.
Her little head hurt so much. His chest felt like it was made of steel bars. It was cold and painful. She cried in pain when he bumped into it.
"What are you doing?" She stretched out her hand to push him.
At this time, two slender fingers pinched her small chin, forcing her to look up, and a man's low laugh and joking sounded above her head, "What did you say I did? Don't you miss me? I'm back, where are you going?"
Let me take a good look."
He pinched her little face and took a good look at it. This man was teasing her, it was so inappropriate.
Although He Bing was already his woman and had done intimate things, she was still young and had never been in contact with any man except him. When he teased her like this, her face turned red and she just wanted to push him away.
open.
Ye Ming didn't move, watching her twisting in his arms, the fragrance of her body filled his nose. He had never known a woman to be so fragrant before.
His strong hands wrapped around her waist, and with a gentle lift, he carried her directly to the corner.
Her delicate back was pressed against the wall. He Bing was about to move, but with a "pop" sound, Ye Ming put a big palm on her side, blocking her completely.
"What's wrong, you're so shy?"
His low and slightly hoarse voice sounded in He Bing's ears, making He Bing's legs weaken.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she looked at him with watery eyes.
In such a big villa, he pressed her against the corner. Such a small corner was filled with the hot and clean masculinity of his body. This was the world she wanted.
"Why didn't you answer my call last night?" he asked in a low voice.
He Bing moved his lips and lied, "I fell asleep and didn't hear you."
"Put it on!" He swore at her.
He Bingyujie shuddered, "Ye Ming, don't say bad words!"
Ye Ming pinched her slender waist with his rough palms. This waist was so soft that it would break as long as he bent it lightly. He pinched it twice more.
He Bing hid around, "Ye Ming, it's itchy."
Ye Ming's eyes darkened, "I know you're itchy."
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This filthy bastard!
"You are unwilling to obey and insist on making me come over to accompany you. Why don't you feel itchy?" He pinched her red face.
He was still wearing the same clothes he wore in prison, except that he had a gray shirt over a black vest. The shirt was not tucked into his trousers. He looked tall and strong, strong and powerful, and all women liked it.
He Bing slowly stretched out her small hands to hug his strong waist and abdomen, lowered her head and said, "Ye Ming, I miss you so much."
Her height only reached below his chest, and she spoke with a small head, a little aggrieved and coquettish. Ye Ming put one hand in his trouser pocket and clenched his palm, "You don't want me to answer my call?"
"After I pick you up and can't see you again, I'll only miss you more."
"What do you want me for?"
"There are so many. I want you to praise me, I want you to kiss me, I want you to hug me..."
"Okay! Not weaned yet?"
"..." He Bing pressed her little face against his chest, listening to the heartbeat coming from his atrium. It was thumping, thumping, and powerful. She murmured in a low voice, "Ye Ming, I miss you every time.