Huanhuan sank into the soft bed, sniffing the bedding like it was stained by rose petals with satisfaction, and rolled back and forth on the bed.
After a while, she jumped up again and opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Suddenly, she had a panoramic view of the mountainous scenery. Huanhuan opened the window, came to the balcony, stretched her arms, like a bird that is about to spread its wings and soar at any time, closed her eyes,
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, feeling the mountain wind blowing against his face, and his long hair rhythmically stirred up a heart-stopping arc.
She breathed out a comfortable breath, turned around, and saw the man standing behind her. She screamed in fright, and leaned back instinctively——
Mojiasuer stretched out his hand to hold her, and due to inertia, Huanhuan threw herself directly into his arms.
"It's so dangerous, so dangerous..." She kept patting her chest, pressing her face against his chest, listening to the strong heartbeat, like an exorcism spell, which easily calmed her fear.
The warm breath on the top of her head seemed to remind her of something.
Huanhuan was startled, raised her head suddenly, and instantly ran into a pair of calm black pupils. Her face turned red, and she immediately jumped away from his arms, stood in the corner, and preemptively asked, "Don't you make any noise when you walk?"
Mojia leaned against the window, with his hands folded across his chest, his black hair slightly swaying, and before he knew it, Huanhuan was about to be captured by beauty again.
The aura of attacking, the demeanor of receiving...
"Tell me what you lost."
Huanhuan was startled, her eyes wandered subconsciously, and she grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands and tugged again and again, her toes poking the ground, "Actually, it doesn't cost much, so... forget it."
"Forget it?" Mojia raised her lips and made another suspicious smile, but Huanhuan felt cold sweat break out all over her body.
Suddenly, he leaned forward. Huanhuan was so frightened that he took a step back, leaning his back against the wall, and his voice trembled, "I said forget it."
"How can it be counted?" His soothing tone, cool tone, extraordinary eyes, there are dark waves swaying in the depths.
Huanhuan cried, "Then what else do you want?"
He stepped back, his eyes as quiet as a lake mirror, "Look, until you find it from me."
Huanhuan was really about to cry, "Isn't it okay if I don't want it anymore?"
Mojia shook his head and turned around, "Otherwise, I will throw you off the mountain."
"..."
Huanhuan suddenly had a realization. Now, has she been blackmailed?
She began to pace around the room restlessly.
Judging from the above situation, it seems that she has provoked the wrong person.
Moreover, it is extremely dangerous.
"Dong dong dong"
A polite knock on the door, neither light nor heavy, very rhythmic.
Huanhuan looked up and saw the person standing at the door, "Our old man would like to invite you to the study."
"Excuse me……"
Before Huanhuan could ask any more questions, the man turned around and left.
Huanhuan's hand froze in mid-air, and her voice gradually became quieter, "...Where is the study?"
Damn, the people here are really unpleasant!
After asking people along the way, she finally found the so-called master's study, and she knocked on the door.
"Come in." The voice was majestic and vigorous.
Huanhuan pushed the door open and walked in. Su Tieyi was sitting on the leather chair, his eyes fixed for a moment. That kind of compelling momentum contained Rong's half-life pride.
When they met again, Huanhuan behaved much more generously. Instead of being submissive, she should be more magnanimous. At least, she won her respect.