A faint hint of morning light finally broke through the dark sky. In the large bedroom of Fengshan Villa, Jiang Zimo rested on Murong Qingzhen's arms and slowly opened his sleeping eyes in the darkness.
Her soft little hands slowly moved up to his waist, and she softly called out "Qingzhen...".
Murong Qingzhen seemed to have fallen asleep and there was no reply.
She was still worried, and then explored his lower body again. Last night, after she came back from Meidong Department Store, during the long night that followed, she had no idea how many times he had wanted her, but she vaguely remembered that in front of the mirror,
In front of the window, on the small sofa... they seemed to be full of their fiery figures. He changed n kinds of positions to torture her, stimulate her, and let her spend time in a state of fainting and waking up, waking up and fainting again.
all night long...
Now, Murong Qingzhen was sleeping very peacefully beside her, and his body didn't react at all even to her provocative teasing.
There was a hint of sarcasm beside Jiang Zimo's beautiful lips. A man, no matter how deeply scheming he is, can't resist his body's instinctive reaction.
After she confirmed that Murong Qingzhen had fallen asleep, she got out of bed, walked barefoot on the soft carpet, and gently opened the bottles of aphrodisiac she brought back last night with one hand.
The small glass bottles are made of three different glazed colors. Each one has a small, almost invisible transparent film that acts as a seal and sticks to the mouth and body of the bottle.
Now, one of the transparent films was twisted open. Although the technique was very light, fast and careful, she could still confirm that it was indeed intact when she took it from the clerk.
So, he doesn't trust himself after all, right?
Are you afraid that you will buy some banned drugs to harm him? Or are you afraid of something else?
Murong Qingzhen, even though we have been getting along and understanding each other for more than ten years, fate has finally forced us into this sad situation of mutual suspicion and no trust.
Putting down the vial in her hand, Jiang Zimo sneered to herself. The heating was on in the bedroom, and she reached out and picked up a black silk pajamas placed on the chaise longue and wrapped it around her body.
Suddenly, she felt a chill all over her body, and a chill surged from the bottom of her heart and spread throughout her body.
He actually didn't know that he had indeed given him something to help him sleep, but it was not the contents of these small bottles, these were just smoke bombs.
What really made him sleepy was actually the row of plant essential oils she usually used for bathing and incense placed in the bathroom.
Last night, after she came back, she made an excuse to take a shower and change clothes. In fact, at that time, she had mixed four essential oils and applied them to herself.
Then, she deliberately lured him over, causing him to kiss her all over her body in a state of confusion and infatuation.
Even as a medical genius who graduated from an Ivy League school, Murong Qingzhen probably wouldn't have any knowledge of this kind of thing.
The effect of the mixed essential oil is enough to make a tall man lose consciousness and fall into a coma after a few hours.
Jiang Zimo shook her head. She calmly walked to the bedside table beside him and reached for his laptop.
In the past two days, due to her obsession, he often sat in the bedroom and worked. Occasionally she would hear him calling his assistant to deal with some important daily matters. Occasionally, she would accidentally glance at his computer.