The almost suffocating movement caused her to gasp uncontrollably. She looked down at the big palm on her chest, unable to look away.
Waves of pleasure hit her like waves, so she could only bite her lips tightly to avoid shamefully escaping the **** that floated to her lips.
After an unknown amount of time, Yesi Luo finally let go of her body and reached out to grab the shampoo placed next to the bathtub.
Cheng Liuli put her small hand on the back of his broad hand, her eyes moist and longing, "Luo, isn't it over yet? I want to be in bed with you..."
She couldn't wash her hair. Every time she washed her hair, a handful would fall off. She couldn't hide it from the meticulous Yesi Luo. She had no choice but to outsmart her.
The color of Yesilo's black eyes couldn't help but become darker, and he curled his lips and smiled evilly, "As you command, my Majesty the Queen——"
He gently lifted her out of the bathtub, took off the big fluffy cloud-like towel hanging on the hanging ring, wrapped it around her body, and wiped away the small water droplets hanging on her skin bit by bit.
Then he stood up and went to get her bathrobe. Here, she had wrapped her long hair in a snow-white towel.
After putting on her nightgown, Yesuluo picked her up again, walked out of the bathroom, kicked the door shut, walked to the huge and spacious bed, and then gently put her down.
The strong body was covered with softness, and the bathrobe she had just put on was torn aside. Cheng Liuli raised her arm and pressed the switch of the headlight in the room. The bright light dimmed and was replaced by the watery moonlight outside the window.
Under the handsome crescent moon, wheat-colored skin intertwined with crystal white, delicate moans filled the room, heavy breathing and the undulating body curves harmonized into an intoxicating melody that made people blush and heartbeat...
After a night of lingering, the next morning, when Cheng Liuli woke up from the pain all over his body, he found as usual that Yesilo had disappeared.
After getting up and having breakfast, she walked around the manor.
Yesilo's efficiency was truly astonishing. In such a short period of time, the heavily damaged manor had been completely restored, with no trace of the artillery attack visible.
Because the whole manor is located deep in the forest, the air is so fresh that it seems to have a sweet smell. Standing quietly in the yard, the fallen leaves are like orange and yellow butterflies flying around. Looking up, no matter which direction, you can only see endless.
There are tall and towering trees spreading, and in the distance, there seems to be the sound of falling pine nuts.
The beauty of the artistic conception reminded her of a sentence in an ancient poem: Pine nuts fall on empty mountains, and people are idle
The only thing that irritated the scenery were the private troops patrolling back and forth in the manor, wearing camouflage uniforms and holding guns in their hands. Judging by the number, they must have numbered in the hundreds.
She no longer has bodyguards following her closely behind her, but no matter where she goes, she can almost see those solemn-faced private troops wandering and patrolling the manor, with lightning-like eyes and extreme caution.
After experiencing the last artillery attack, she no longer thinks that Yesilo's arrangements are useless.
However, while these people guarded the safety of the manor, they also extremely effectively blocked her escape plan.
For several days in a row, she did not see Yesi Luo again, but his phone calls came every day, anytime and anywhere, ranging from a good morning kiss of tens of seconds to half an hour of talking on the phone, and she always called him.
The coordination was flawless, the tone was lazy and casual, and he looked heartless, as if he was the little bird holding his support until the sky fell.