He sat up, without any clothes on, and the quilt slid down, revealing his upper body, which looked particularly beautiful. He looked around the room and saw his little woman on the sofa.
She was holding something in her hand, her eyes were wide open, her face was flushed, and she didn't know what she was looking at.
Yi Jian just felt strange and couldn't help but get out of bed. She gently took the clothes on the side and put them on without making a sound. She had a light and lazy posture, so now she was floating like a ghost.
Arriving behind her.
He lowered his head slowly, wanting to see what she was seeing. Who knew that his own aura was too strong, and Zhong Qing had already felt that something was wrong with the surrounding aura. She turned her head suddenly, and happened to see Yi
Jane slowly bent down, and immediately flipped the things in her hands with a "snap".
Her breathing was a little cramped, and she stood up a little panicked, blocked something, and said in a panic: "Young Marshal, are you up? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Yi Jian didn't say a word, but just looked at her intently. Deep down in his heart, he was curious about what she was looking at, it was so mysterious.
When Zhong Qing saw Yi Jian not speaking, but just looking at her like this, she suddenly felt guilty. Her big black eyes turned east and west. After a long time, she found an excuse and said
: "Young Marshal, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
After saying that, without waiting for Yi Jian's consent, he shouted out the door without hesitation: "Xu Ang, Xu Ang... The young marshal is getting up and getting ready to eat..."
Unexpectedly, Yi Jian was the first to stop Xu Ang outside the door: "No need, I'm not hungry."
After saying that, he walked around and sat on the sofa, looking straight at the things on the table.
As soon as Zhong Qing saw Yi Jian's posture, she was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead. Her brain quickly turned to other thoughts in an attempt to divert his attention. After turning around, she
With a flattering smile, he looked at Yi Jian and said, "Young Marshal, do you want to take a shower?"
Yi Jian sat there lazily, and the sunlight slowly transferred from those things to Zhong Qing's face. She looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded: "Okay."
Zhong Qing immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled Yi Jian up and walked towards the back hall.
