"What does Mr. Lan mean..." An Guohao asked uneasily.
"Don't you know, Mr. An, that I don't like to be influenced by others?"
"Uh, hehe, hehe," An Guohao responded with a smile on his face, "Yes, yes, I'm rude." He turned around and winked at Guan Ziyu, "It's so late, why don't you go?
Get ready, let Mr. Lan stay at our house to rest at night."
"Oh, that's right," Guan Ziyu said with a smile, "If Mr. Lan doesn't mind, just sleep in Xixi's room." She walked over and pressed him beside Ye Qiaoxi's bed without any explanation.
Lan Xichen's face turned half dark. She just pretended that she couldn't see it anymore and pulled An Guohao away. "Let's go out quickly. Don't disturb Mr. Lan's rest."
"Wait!" Lan Xichen stood up with a cold face, but unexpectedly, he was caught again by the octopus behind him.
"Ye Qiaoxi!" He turned around unbearably and pulled her hand away.
"Bang!" The door was closed.
"you--"
"Pillow...I want a pillow..." Ye Qiaoxi pouted, opened her arms and hugged his waist, dragged him back to the bed, and then purred contentedly like a kitten.
"shit!"
The 185-year-old tall man was huddled on a small single bed, next to a woman who was sleeping in a strange state. When had he, Lan Xichen, become so embarrassed?
Obviously, An Guohao and his wife tried every means to establish a relationship with hz, and they even did not hesitate to send their niece into his arms. And this silly woman actually agreed to his request for them!
I took a quick look at her room. It was simple and plain, with no luxuries at all. It was completely incomparable with the luxury of the An family's main residence.
Ye Qiaoxi turned over and pressed closer to him. The softness on her chest, which was not very plump, squeezed onto his arm. The good touch made him raise his eyebrows.
He lowered his head and looked at her sleeping soundly. Her pretty face had a charming blush, her thick eyelashes like fans cast a shadow, and her mouth was slightly open, pink and tender.
Looking further down, you can clearly see the ditch where she was squeezed into. Although it is not deep, it is enough to see.
Unconsciously, a fire rose up in his lower abdomen, and it grew stronger and stronger.
His big hands slowly climbed up to her pretty buttocks and squeezed teasingly.
Ye Qiaoxi frowned and rubbed the "pillow" next to him dissatisfied.
"Huh..." Feeling his own tension, he leaned into her ear with a hoarse voice, "Little girl, do you want to play a game?"