Ling Xiaoran sat on the sofa and looked at the man squatting in front of her, rubbing her feet with medicinal wine.
If I had cared a little bit about him leaving her alone for a few days before, at this moment, seeing this man lowering his body and rubbing her feet, it had already turned into tenderness.
"Hao, was the company very busy in the end?"
Ling Xiaoran's gentle voice sounded between the two people.
Situ Longhao's hands didn't stop moving, but he didn't say anything.
"Hao!"
Ling Xiaoran bit her lower lip lightly, looking at the man who only gave her a black head, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her voice.
And just when Ling Xiaoran was about to touch Situ Longhao and please him.
Situ Longhao suddenly dropped the medicinal wine in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Ling Xiaoran coldly with the dark light in his eyes.
Ling Xiaoran, shocked by the coldness in her eyes, stared blankly into Situ Longhao's eyes. Was he angry?
"Ah!" Still immersed in that terrifying look, Ling Xiaoran suddenly felt that her whole body was being hugged sideways.
As if he had just been brought in, Situ Longhao strode upstairs with Ling Xiaoran in his arms. He didn't say a word from beginning to end.
When he arrived at the bedroom, he kicked open the slightly ajar door and pressed Ling Xiaoran in his arms directly onto the soft big bed.
"Well..." As soon as she raised her head and didn't speak, Ling Xiaoran's slightly raised head was sealed by the hot lips that suddenly pressed down.
Overbearing and strong, as if he had been waiting for too long, not allowing Ling Xiaoran to resist or refuse, Situ Longhao kissed Ling Xiaoran almost wildly.