She frowned and leaned her back against the door, thinking about how to lure the people outside away.
Makotowara must have sent someone to guard outside.
"Young Master."
The sudden sound startled her.
Young Master? Who else could I call him besides that little devil Maki Fujiwara?
She bit her lip and frowned even more.
It's really unlucky that the little devil came back too quickly.
Without thinking much, she made a decisive decision. Tong Caiwei stepped on the thick carpet, tiptoed back to the bedroom, and lay down on the big bed in her original position.
She heard the door being opened.
Slight footsteps, one after another, were getting closer and closer to her.
The hand hanging down by his side unconsciously grasped the cold silk sheets.
Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, pounding, pounding, as if it was about to fly out of her heart.
Even when she was caught stealing something, she had never been so nervous.
She is afraid of Makoto Fujiwara.
This fear even exceeds the fear of Ye Fan.
She didn't know why, although Ye Fan scared her, she had a strange feeling in her heart that Ye Fan would not do anything to harm her.
Komaki Fujiwara...
He is a real devil, capable of all kinds of cruel things.
If Ye Fan doesn't come today, he will sell her.
In his eyes, she was like cargo.
She really regretted having offended this little devil.
Makito walked to the bed.
On the charming and handsome face, the long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed and looked down at Tong Caiwei.
He was wearing a pink shirt. This color would make ordinary men look very girly, but it looked particularly good on him.
Because his skin is very white, his handsome facial features look particularly distinct.
Tong Caiwei didn't dare to take a breath, for fear that she would find out that she was pretending to sleep.
"Stinky girl, tell me, will that heartless man come here for you? Yan'er said he is very special to you, but how could a man like him fall in love with a yellow-haired girl like you?"
In that case, why did you bring me here? Little bastard!
Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel Makoto Fujiwara staring at her.
This doesn't feel good at all.
Let her feel like she is the product.
A chuckle.
Makoto Fujiwara sat down on the edge of the bed, held her chin with his fingers, rubbed it twice, and said with a smile, "Smelly girl, how long do you plan to keep pretending?"
Tong Caiwei was startled and almost opened her eyes. She thought that Mu Fujiwara might be deceiving her, so she held it back.
Another chuckle.
Mu Fujiwara stared at the motionless little person on the bed, with an evil smile on his lips, and the hand that was holding her chin moved to Tong Caiwei's neck, "It seems that the effect of the medicine has not worn off yet."
"There is always something special about a woman that Ye Fan likes. Although she is a yellow-haired girl who has not yet fully developed, she is quite delicious. If Ye Fan doesn't come, I have no choice but to sell you to someone else. Before that,
Why don't you let me have a taste of you?"
The warm hands on my neck slid all the way down...
Tong Caiwei could no longer pretend.
Ah screamed, "Stop."
A playful smile flashed in Mu Fujiwara's eyes, he grabbed her outstretched hand and put his other hand around her waist.
The two bodies rolled around on the bed, and then they became a woman on top and a man on top.
He blinked, curled his lips and said, "When I heard that this young master wanted to go to bed with you, I woke up from a coma with excitement. Tsk, tsk, tsk, do you have a crush on me?"