"Not very good." Ran Mi took a sip of the soup, bit the spoon, and looked up at the stars.
Bright starlight, quiet moonlight.
Ran Mi could not enjoy the night in the forest, but she calmed down in the breeze and bright moon at the racecourse.
She no longer wanted to figure out what her feelings for Li Yichuan were. At this moment, she felt very peaceful. He was sitting beside her, his strong arms stretched out and resting lightly on the back of her chair, like a mountain.
Same, let her rely on you.
She was exhausted from the turbulent days and subconsciously wanted to take a rest. Even if it was a night, an hour, a minute, a second...she wanted to be quiet like this for a while.
"You don't want to sleep, and you don't want me to touch you... let's go for a walk."
He put down the spoon, wiped his hands and mouth with a handkerchief. Although what he said was evil, his movements were really elegant. How could he look like the Tyrannosaurus Rex who poked her with a riding crop during the day? Under the starlight, he also transformed into a romantic French man.
.
"What's the point of taking a walk?"
I don't know if it was because resisting him became a habit, but Ran Mi's objections came out of her mouth.
"Ran Mi, what on earth do you want to do? It's really not easy to serve you well. You have so many martial arts skills."
Li Yichuan glanced over, pulled away the chair, and made a joke.
Ran Mi pursed her lips, wiped her hands, and stood up. Wouldn't it be nice to take a walk after dinner?
"Don't move."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked her hair. A little ladybug flew away, but his fingers did not leave. They went down her hair, slid across her arm, and held her hand.
.
The hot palm pressed against her gentle hand, and with a gentle pull, he led her out of the long quaint wooden table and towards the grass of the racecourse.
The green grass at night, stirred by the wind, seemed to hide countless night elves, who poked their heads out from the gaps between the grass blades and looked at the people holding hands.
Are they considered a couple or a couple?
Ran Mi turned to look at him.
His angular face was softened by the moonlight, making it less sharp and more peaceful.
Ran Mi couldn't understand that with his current conditions, he could have many Ran Mi-like women. Those women could be coquettish, sweet, coquettish, and please him. But she was unwilling to do anything for him. She even
She thinks he is hateful... She is not 100% sure how true his heart is. She is still afraid, and the word "safety" is still far away from her.
"Hello……"
She couldn't help but hooked her fingers and scratched his palm with her fingertips, wanting to ask him what he really meant. But he turned around and his burning gaze made her swallow her words back.
"What?"
"That... golden horse, how much did you pay for it?"
Ran Mi thought of a topic, but she actually didn't want to ask about it, she just wanted to talk to him for some reason.
"It's your business, it's not your business." He jabbed back with one sentence, using an understatement, and he really knew how to pinch people's throats.
With his bad temper, no wonder he has never married a wife! Ran Mi frowned and turned to look at the sky, "Who cares? Anyway, it's your choice. It's best if I use up all your money."
"I'll take you to ride a horse." He didn't answer her question this time, but held her hand with a smile on his face.
"I just had a meal, so I can't ride a horse. It will cause stomach pain." Ran Mi shook her head.
"Ride slowly, move around, and digest. You've eaten a lot."
He pulled her towards the stable without any explanation. He was always like this. When his whim came to him, you had to obey him. When he was happy, you followed suit.
Ran Mi was dragged forward by him, and he went to negotiate with the people at the racecourse. She stood alone by the white fence, holding on to the fence with one hand and smoothing her long hair away with the other, looking at the white villa in the distance caressed by the moonlight.
There was a street lamp beside the fence, and a black iron horse lantern was hung high on the bronze lamppost. The warm light penetrated the glass, casting a dim yellow color on her face. In the grass, the elves turned into fireflies and danced,
There was a faint sound of water coming over, gurgling.
I don’t know which muscle was wrong, but Ran Mi actually hummed an old song: "Dali is very beautiful in March, it’s easy to dress up by the Butterfly Spring, and butterflies fly here to collect nectar..."
"What are you singing?"
Li Yichuan's low laughter came over, and Ran Mi's singing was immediately stuffed back into her stomach. She turned to look at him, and saw him riding a pure black horse, stopping ten steps away from her, looking down at her,
Full lips smile.
"nothing."
Ran Mi walked over slowly and stroked the horse's big head with her fingers. The horse snorted and its big eyes became gentler. This is really a considerate animal!
"Come up." Li Yichuan gently held her hand, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile.
Ran Mi gave him her hand, stepped on the horse's stirrups, and kicked hard.
Sit behind him.
"Sit in front of me?" He tilted his head and asked in a deep voice.
Ran Mi gently pulled the clothes around his waist, shaking her head and saying nothing. His breathing became heavy, he grabbed her hand, pressed it on his waist, and patted the horse gently with the whip.
Then he walked forward slowly.
"What did you just sing?"
"nothing."
"Sing again, let me hear how you sing."
He turned around and smiled again, his palm covering the back of her hand, which was hot and covered with thin calluses. The feeling gently rubbed into her skin, like countless small brushes, making her feel itchy.
"That's it." She put her forehead on his back and said muffledly.
"You don't sing?"
"Don't sing."
"Are you sure?"
"So sure!"
"Ran Mi, if you don't sing, I'm going to force you."
He grabbed her fingers tightly, and with a strong force, she screamed in pain. But he just smiled, as gentle as the breeze, blowing against her ears.
"pain……"
He let go of his hand and turned to look at her.
She also raised her head, and when her eyes met, she immediately looked away in panic, covered her mouth with her hand, and said in a low voice:
"Can this horse run?"
"Can you do it?" he asked.
"I have a headache, and it's not a pain in my butt or buttocks. It's because you treat me like glass and porcelain."
She put down her hands, took the initiative to hug his waist, and pressed her body against his back, with an expression like "I'm ready, you can just gallop away."
"Don't cry in fear later."
He chuckled, tugged on the reins, and the horse spread its hooves and galloped high, causing fine dust to fly up and confuse people's eyes.
Ran Mi hugged him tighter and tighter, and the sound of the horse's galloping and breaking wind penetrated her eardrums and amplified infinitely in her mind.
So many firsts in life are all given to this man!
Such enthusiasm, restlessness, and emotions like a storm were all given to her by this man.
His hot, volcano-like emotions can melt ice and turn into honey. Ranmi is the lump of honey in his palm. He melts her hardness with his body temperature and forcefully brings her into the tender moonlight...
...He has always been such a person. As long as he is determined to do something, he will go all out!
"How do you feel?" he asked her loudly, smiling loudly.
"It's okay." Ran Mi's body was pressed against his. She was actually a little scared, fearing that the bumps would cause her head to hurt.
He stopped slowly, took a deep breath, jumped off the horse, and looked up at her.
"What are you doing?" Looking at his eyes as deep as ink, Ran Mi's long eyelashes fluttered, hiding the real throbbing in her eyes.
"Go back, your body can't be tired." He held the reins and walked back slowly.
The sky is vast and the breeze is invisible. The moonlight and lamp shadows merge together. In the dim light, small moths are flying. Suddenly, there are several frogs croaking and several horses neighing...
This rare quietness in the city makes Ran Mi love it to her core.
Sometimes, when a man impresses a woman, it is not because of how much he has done for her or how much he has paid for her, or because for a moment, he happened to encounter a weak moment in her heart, so he took advantage of that weak gap and got in.
Her heart.
Ran Mi's heart, in this silence, gently pushed open a gap to let Qingfeng Mingyue penetrate, but at this moment, Li Yichuan forcefully tore open the gap, and together with Qingfeng Mingyue, captured her
Heart.
Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, like a dense drumbeat, until the sound filled her entire chest, and it even hurt her chest!
Another bug flew over and landed on his shoulder. She couldn't help but bend down and reach out to catch it. Her fingers brushed through his short hair. He was startled by her and quickly raised his head to look. The soft and cold fingertips were there.
It landed lightly on his cheek, like a dragonfly that suddenly flew away, flicking away quickly.
Fingerprints could still be seen clearly on his face. Looking back, she had indeed beaten him many times, and he endured each time.
"Little bug." She spread her fingertips and said softly.
The watery eyes are shining, the moonlight is shining, the corners of the red lips are naturally curved, and the moist texture seems to be calling for a kiss.
When she softened, when Li Yichuan could soften all the way from the bones, he took a deep breath, put her fingers to his lips and kissed her.
"Mr. Li."
Qin Fang came over and called him standing not far away. His suit was open, holding a mobile phone in one hand and waving it at him with the other. His mobile phone was turned off so that outsiders could not find it. Only Qin Fang could find his whereabouts.
"Go back and rest by yourself. I'll be back in a while. Just go back to your room and don't run around."
He took her off the horse, gave the reins to the staff, hugged her, and whispered a few words in her ear.
"You're not a child, so don't talk about it."
Ran Mi glanced at him, crossed her arms, raised her head, and walked quickly towards the hotel door.
Li Yichuan watched her figure enter the depth of the bright light, and then turned to look at Qin Fang.
"Oh, Yihan's quarrel gave me a headache. It's better for you to talk to her yourself about this. I can't handle it." Qin Fang rubbed his forehead and gave him his mobile phone.
Li Yichuan's eyes dimmed and he dialed Su Yihan's number.
"Qin Fang, have you found your uncle?" Su Yihan's anxious voice came over.
"It's me." Li Yichuan glanced at Qin Fang and walked forward slowly.
Su Yihan only paused for two seconds, and immediately started to explode like a barrage of fire, "Little uncle, did Zi Shang go to find you? Have you made things difficult for him? Little uncle, please let us go. I'm really sorry."
I love Qi Zishang, and I promise not to get close to Ran Mi again..."
"Qi Zishang will definitely lose everything, so be mentally prepared."
As soon as Li Yichuan finished speaking, Su Yihan screamed.
"Little uncle, how could you do this? You left him with nothing, what do you want me to do?"
"You can keep him. Anyway, what you like is his person, not his money. Your love is so great, do you still need him to have money?"
Li Yichuan scolded him a few words, which was not without ridicule.
"Little uncle, please, I don't want a dowry, I just ask you not to touch him..."
The other side was crying again and begging.
He frowned impatiently, hung up the phone and handed it to Qin Fang, "Where are they?"
"What's going on with you and Ran Mi?" Qin Fang asked him in a low voice while walking side by side with him.
"Okay." Li Yichuan laughed, punched him lightly on the shoulder, and strode towards the hotel.
"Hey... take it easy. You and John have something to talk about tomorrow, so don't get up late." Qin Fang said loudly behind him.
Li Yichuan waved his hand without looking back and strode into the bright light.
"Okay, I'm alone now, where can I find a girl to accompany me?"
Qin Fang murmured, touched the back of his head, and walked out slowly, his shadow dragging on his legs, swaying and being caressed by the green grass. As he walked, he stretched and smiled. People are still simple.
It's better to live a little better. Like him, he got paid and did something. This is called living a nourishing life. He can't coax the magical species of women!
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Push the door open.
Li Yichuan saw her curvaceous figure reflected on the frosted glass in the bathroom, the sound of water rushing, and her clothes neatly placed on the bed.
He sat down on the bed, took out a cigarette, lit it, held it elegantly between his fingertips, and looked at the wonderful shadow reflected on the glass.
He was not impulsive, nor did he want to go in and kiss Fangze. Instead, he felt that just sitting here and watching her bathing through the glass was an indescribable enjoyment.
She didn't run away, and washed here without any scruples. After all, her heart was open to him.
Just because of this, his mood felt as good as if it was plugged in, and he felt numb in waves...
The sound of water stopped, and she opened the door and came out. She wiped her hair with her head raised, her feet were bare, and a blue bath towel was wrapped around her chest. As soon as she raised her eyes, she paused in her steps, subconsciously took a few steps back, and stopped again.
He stood on the spot and looked at him with some embarrassment. The towel in his hand also hung down. His wet hair was stuck to his shoulders, and water drops kept dripping down.
"Isn't there a blower?" He put out his cigarette and stared at her and asked.
"I don't want to blow dry my hair. It's not good for my hair."
She started wiping again, but her movements were much smaller. She also held the bath towel with one hand, obviously not wanting it to fall.
"Come here, I'll wipe it for you." He hooked his fingers with a smile on his lips.
"No." Ran Mi turned around, her back to him, and wiped her head several times.
After only a short while, he came over, his tall figure cast over, completely blocking her petite body. His palm passed the towel from her palm, wrapped her long hair, and rubbed it gently, soft and hoarse.
The sound floated from above her head.
"What a big arrogance. I'm going to serve you and you still don't want it... you're so difficult to serve!"
Ran Mi stood in front of him, not daring to move, holding a bath towel in both hands, like a bamboo in the light, gently bending the slender bamboo branches, fresh and fragrant.
"Hey, let me teach you a way to wipe your hair. My mother used to do it this way."
He suddenly became excited and turned her around so that she stood facing him. This was the first time he mentioned his biological mother. Ran Mi was a little nervous and did not dare to answer the question.
"You don't want to know?"
She remained silent, and Li Yichuan shook her shoulder again.
"What?" She had no choice but to raise her eyes and ask him softly.
"Come."
He slowly raised the corner of his lips, pressed her head, made her bend down, grabbed both ends of the towel with both hands, and quickly brushed her long hair.
"……ah"
Ran Mi screamed several times! This hair brusher, if she held it by herself, she could brush it easily. But he stood facing her and brushed her hair, and all the hair bounced towards her face. The hair bounced painfully. Said, there are also those water drops, splashing everywhere.
"If you haven't dusted it yet, come again!"
Li Yichuan laughed, grabbed the towel with both hands, and prepared to start again.
"It's annoying..."
She pushed aside her wet hair and stood on tiptoes to grab the towel.
"I'll give you a good wipe now."
Li Yichuan kept laughing, changing the towel back and forth between his hands so that she could not reach it.
Suddenly, the bath towel on her body fell off, and her body like a white willow branch stood pretty under the lamp, and the plump and soft snowballs were still trembling slightly with her movements...
Before he could react, she reached out and hugged his waist, pressed against his body tightly, and screamed softly: "Don't look, close your eyes."
His hand holding the towel was still raised high, but his body became hard - this soft beauty took the initiative to hug him. Although it was because she did not let him see the beautiful view of her front, it also made him extremely excited!
Ran Mi also felt it, she shrank back, raised her hand to cover his eyes, and said hurriedly and shyly:
"Li Yichuan, I'm going to bed, you go take a shower."
"Still shy."
He threw away the towel and suddenly grabbed her waist, turned around, hugged her and fell on the bed. When she fell, he specially protected the back of her head, and waited until the two of them fell deep into the soft On the big bed, his lips and tongue immediately kissed her slyly, swam across her hot cheeks still stained with water drops, and penetrated into her mouth.
"Well..."
She put her hands on his chest and looked at him with her eyes wide open.
"Ran Mi, tell me, what song did you sing tonight?"
He let go of her tender lips that were red and swollen from his rubbing, and asked her in a low voice.
"What? There's no way you don't know, don't look at me like this."
She gasped urgently and raised her hands to cover his eyes. His burning eyes made her unable to resist.
"Beside the Butterfly Spring..."
He murmured in a low voice, and moved his fingers all the way down, from her rising and falling chest, to her flat belly, to the velvet-smooth inner thighs. What his fingertips touched was not only so tender. The flower buds he wanted to bite, and the smooth and sweet honey.
"Your butterfly spring... Ranran, you are wet..."
He pulled away her fingers that were still covering his eyes, slid them gently along the edge of the spring, stared into her eyes that didn't know where to look, and said in a low voice:
"Ran Ran, you know, you are just a butterfly, resting on the apex of my heart. If you are willing to give me a little joy, I will repay you with great joy...Don't be so obscene in the future, please be softer, okay?"
His sweet words were no worse than others. How could a woman not love this? Ran Mi was a little addicted and lost by his praise... She raised her hands to cover her eyes again, not knowing how to respond.
"come over."
He pulled her to sit up, her soft body knelt in front of him, her arms folded in front of her chest, her blushing face was stained with water drops from her hair, making it crystal clear.
"Come with me to take a shower."
He licked his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and wanted to pull her out of bed.
"Go by yourself, I don't want to watch you."
Ran Mi shook his hand and got under the quilt, her throat so tight that she couldn't speak.
Li Yichuan chuckled, and sure enough he went by himself.
Ran Mi was huddled under the quilt. She couldn't care less that her wet hair had wet the pillow. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do.
She was reluctant to have sex with him before, but why was she so impulsive tonight? His words about "butterfly spring" made her tremble all over and secrete love fluids...