She could even vaguely feel this man kissing her, from her lips to her earlobes, from her neck to her collarbone. Although she never took any further action, it seemed that she fell into an enchanting dream.
Moreover, this dream is so real.
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When she got up in the morning, she was stunned.
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If I hadn't seen that there was really no one around me, I would have almost thought that the dream was real.
Ye Suluo came back to this bedroom in the middle of the night, held her in his arms and did all the things in the bedroom that made her ashamed and embarrassed beyond words.
However, even though there is no one around, why is there a very familiar male aura filling the air?
It seems to be, it seems to be.
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What she is used to smelling is the unique fragrant smell of Yesi Luo.
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His hands couldn't help but explore the quilt next to him. It was still warm under the quilt——
It seemed that he had indeed been here last night, and placed the picture album in her hand that she had no time to put down on the bedside table.
But why didn't he wake himself up?
Since she moved into Leng Yu's house, it seems that he has not violated her again.
Why did he do this? Did he want to impress her with this little warmth?
No, Yesi Luo doesn't seem like the kind of person who plays the tenderness card so coquettishly. His character is straightforward and not so round and round!
So, is it really for her sake that he suppresses his desires?
My heart was in a mess, as disorganized as a field of barren weeds.
Cheng Liuli got up, tidied herself up, walked to the lobby on the first floor, grabbed a servant and asked, "Where is Mr. Luo?"
"Master Luo got up very early today and left before dawn." The servant stopped what he was doing and answered respectfully.
"Oh." Cheng Liuli nodded, covering up his panic at the same time. It seemed that Yesi Luo had indeed come back last night and spent the night in the bedroom.
However, he did not wake her up and show off his animalistic desires. On the contrary, he left in a hurry before dawn.
With a complicated and inexplicable mood, Cheng Liuli hurriedly had breakfast, climbed up step by step along the long and winding white spiral staircase, and unknowingly reached the highest floor of the entire building.
She had never been to the top floor of this building. She originally just wanted to go back to the bedroom, but she didn't expect that she was so worried all the way that she went up the stairs to the corridor on the top floor.
Although the top floor was kept spotless, it was obvious that no one was living there.
Cheng Liuli glanced at it and was about to go downstairs when she suddenly caught the light coming from behind a door.
The doors of the rooms here should usually be closed, but at this moment, there is a door half open, and the golden sunlight in the morning jumps on the floor, forming a strong contrast with the darkness of the corridor.
It must be that the servants forgot to close the door after cleaning.
Cheng Liuli thought for a while, then walked over gently, trying to close the door that the servant had missed.
But when she stood in front of the door, she looked up and saw the oil painting hanging in front of the room.
In the painting is a dazzlingly beautiful young woman, and a little boy of about five or six years old holding the young woman's hand.
With just one glance, she recognized the boy's bone-chilling eyes in the painting, as well as the familiar handsome and striking outline.
As if possessed, she opened the door involuntarily and walked in.
She could even vaguely feel this man kissing her, from her lips to her earlobes, from her neck to her collarbone. Although she never took any further action, it seemed that she fell into an enchanting dream.
Moreover, this dream is so real.
．
．
．
．
．
When she got up in the morning, she was stunned.
．
．
．
．
．
If I hadn't seen that there was really no one around me, I would have almost thought that the dream was real.
Ye Suluo came back to this bedroom in the middle of the night, held her in his arms and did all the things in the bedroom that made her ashamed and embarrassed beyond words.
However, even though there is no one around, why is there a very familiar male aura filling the air?
It seems to be, it seems to be.
．
．
．
．
．
What she is used to smelling is the unique fragrant smell of Yesi Luo.
．
．
．
．
．
His hands couldn't help but explore the quilt next to him. It was still warm under the quilt——
It seemed that he had indeed been here last night, and placed the picture album in her hand that she had no time to put down on the bedside table.
But why didn't he wake himself up?
Since she moved into Leng Yu's house, it seems that he has not violated her again.
Why did he do this? Did he want to impress her with this little warmth?
No, Yesi Luo doesn't seem like the kind of person who plays the tenderness card so coquettishly. His character is straightforward and not so round and round!
So, is it really for her sake that he suppresses his desires?
My heart was in a mess, as disorganized as a field of barren weeds.
Cheng Liuli got up, tidied herself up, walked to the lobby on the first floor, grabbed a servant and asked, "Where is Mr. Luo?"
"Master Luo got up very early today and left before dawn." The servant stopped what he was doing and answered respectfully.
"Oh." Cheng Liuli nodded, covering up his panic at the same time. It seemed that Yesi Luo had indeed come back last night and spent the night in the bedroom.
However, he did not wake her up and show off his animalistic desires. On the contrary, he left in a hurry before dawn.
With a complicated and inexplicable mood, Cheng Liuli hurriedly had breakfast, climbed up step by step along the long and winding white spiral staircase, and unknowingly reached the highest floor of the entire building.
She had never been to the top floor of this building. She originally just wanted to go back to the bedroom, but she didn't expect that she was so worried all the way that she went up the stairs to the corridor on the top floor.
Although the top floor was kept spotless, it was obvious that no one was living there.
Cheng Liuli glanced at it and was about to go downstairs when she suddenly caught the light coming from behind a door.
The doors of the rooms here should usually be closed, but at this moment, there is a door half open, and the golden sunlight in the morning jumps on the floor, forming a strong contrast with the darkness of the corridor.
It must be that the servants forgot to close the door after cleaning.
Cheng Liuli thought for a while, then walked over gently, trying to close the door that the servant had missed.
But when she stood in front of the door, she looked up and saw the oil painting hanging in front of the room.
In the painting is a dazzlingly beautiful young woman, and a little boy of about five or six years old holding the young woman's hand.
With just one glance, she recognized the boy's bone-chilling eyes in the painting, as well as the familiar handsome and striking outline.
As if possessed, she opened the door involuntarily and walked in.