1760. Chapter 1760 Wrongly offending the tyrant 40
"Oh, okay, I'll leave this slave." Although Hongtao didn't want to leave, she had to listen to her master's words, so she left a little disappointed.
She finally agreed to leave, which was great. Ming Xiaochen was really worried that she wouldn't leave. She opened the ink cartridge and poured some water into it to grind the ink slowly. It would be great if there were fountain pens and ballpoint pens now.
Even if you have ink, you don't have to grind the ink yourself.
After polishing, Ming Xiaochen couldn't help but sigh while holding the stack of white paper. How many words can be written on this piece of paper? In ancient times, it was troublesome. She missed her notebook. It seemed that
She had to find a way to get a small note out tomorrow, like a notebook.
One by one one by one
The night was getting deeper, and the slightly opened window accidentally blew in the slightest bit of cold wind, which stirred the papers on the table. A slender figure was so tired that he fell asleep on the table.
Just as the candlelight was swaying, a tall and slender figure appeared in her room, with an overly handsome face under the candlelight and a slight frown on her handsome and handsome eyebrows. What was she doing?
He actually fell asleep on the table.
He moved his steps gently and walked to her side. He reached out and patted her shoulder gently. After making sure that she was really asleep, he reached out and picked her up gently, came to the bedside and gently kissed her.
Putting her down, she didn't know if she felt his arrival, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips.
He sat down next to her bed, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cheek that he couldn't put down. Since that night, he would come here every night. For some reason, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, he was so moved.
It can calm down his heart, and the anger in his heart seems to disappear with it.
"Ming Xiaochen, what kind of magical power do you have? It makes me seem possessed. I just want to see you every night." His slender fingers moved from her cheek to her full lips,
His fingers gently touched her lips, and then slowly traced the shape of her lips along her small lips. During these days and nights, her appearance, her breath, her
The taste has been deeply imprinted in his heart.
In her sleep, Ming Xiaochen, she dreamed that she was still her original self, she was Yun Feifei, and she was eating a popsicle happily. She sucked it slightly, licked and bit it, it was delicious... so good
Eat.
There was a slight sound of sucking in the silent air. Han Junrong looked in disbelief at the woman who was still sleeping and sucking his fingers with enjoyment. Oh my god, was she his finger?
What do you think your fingers are?
But it made him feel damn comfortable. He wanted her so much that his heart ached.
Han Junrong withdrew his fingers. When he withdrew his fingers, he saw that Ming Xiaochen pouted her mouth in displeasure, as if she was dissatisfied with others taking away the food from her mouth. Pink
Her lips were shining with an alluring luster, and Han Junrong could no longer bear it and leaned forward to kiss her.
"Well..." She suddenly felt breathing difficulty in her sleep, as if something was kissing her mouth. The huge sense of intimidation made her subconsciously reach out to resist, but her hand just touched his chest.
His hand held her, preventing her from moving even a moment.