Mu Chengfeng slowly got out of bed. He was only wearing underwear, and his muscles were completely exposed to the air. He was sexy, powerful, with extremely sexy lines, buttocks, slender and powerful thighs, and a flat and strong abdomen. Every inch of his muscles was elegant and charming.
He walked towards Ning Yazhi step by step until he was in front of her.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the place where she was injured last night. His movements were very gentle. His green eyes had a gentle look that he had never seen before. He smiled and said, "Well, nevermind, it's enough that I love you."
She was horrified, and chills surged up from the soles of her feet.
His lips lightly brushed across her forehead like feathers, and the faint warmth and the slight green color emerging from her chin pierced her skin.
Ning Yazhi couldn't move.
His love is clearly a curse.
She knew that no matter what she said, it was useless. No one could change what this man believed. Although she didn't know whether the love he said was true love or another way to torture her.
A kiss like an oath fell on the soft and delicate lips, very light, very light, as if something was crossing my heart.
Her heart trembled slightly, and just when she thought his kiss would continue to deepen, he suddenly stopped and said casually: "I'm hungry."
Ning Yazhi bit her lower lip and said coldly, "I'm going to prepare breakfast now."
With every step he took, he would feel sharp pain coming up bit by bit, until it reached his heart, and a bitter curve could not help but appear on his lips.
For breakfast, she served him breakfast as always. He was used to the coffee she mixed herself. He couldn't adapt to the lack of such refreshing coffee in those days.
For the first time, he got used to a little woman by his side, and he got used to a woman who made him collapse emotionally again and again.
He ordered: "Sit down."
Ning Ya was stunned, then refused: "I'm just a servant."
"I'll let you sit down." Although his voice was soft, there was no room for rejection.
She pursed her lips, and there was a hint of stubbornness in her eyes. She didn't like his tone at all, as if she was a pet dog. She would sit when he called her sit, and she would go up when he called her up.
Nuo An frowned slightly, feeling that this Ning Yazhi really didn't know what was good or bad, and insisting on confronting Mr. Mu over and over again was simply seeking death. He didn't understand what Mr. Mu liked about her.
He looked at her with a very dangerous look. His gaze was so strong that Ning Ya sat down bitterly, and the pain in her soles suddenly reduced by more than half.
She couldn't help but let out a slight sigh. She had stood for almost half an hour to make this cup of coffee, and her feet had been shaking. Now that she could sit down, she was really relieved.
At this time, the maid placed a Western-style breakfast in front of her. The smell of slightly burnt bread stimulated her stomach. Only then did Ning Yazhi wake up. She was really hungry.
The aroma of golden sun-cooked eggs and ham mixed together, Ning Yazhi couldn't help but fixate her eyes on this breakfast.
Half a minute later, she raised her eyes in confusion, catching the flash of tenderness in Mu Chengfeng's eyes.
Blinking her eyes, had she seen it wrong? Mu Chengfeng actually had a gentle side?
No, she must have seen it wrong.
Nuo An said respectfully: "Miss Ning Yazhi, this is the breakfast and longan and red date tea specially prepared for you by your husband."
Longan and red date tea? Her breakfast? Or was it prepared by Mu Chengfeng for her? Was it specially prepared? Will it be poisoned? Well, she was getting more and more unpredictable about Mu Chengfeng's thoughts. What did he want? Mu Chengfeng slowly
Under the bed, he was only wearing underwear, and all his muscles were exposed to the air. He was sexy, powerful, with extremely sexy lines, buttocks, slender and powerful thighs, and a flat and strong abdomen. Every inch of his muscles was elegant and charming.
He walked towards Ning Yazhi step by step until he was in front of her.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the place where she was injured last night. His movements were very gentle. His green eyes had a gentle look that he had never seen before. He smiled and said, "Well, nevermind, it's enough that I love you."
She was horrified, and chills surged up from the soles of her feet.
His lips lightly brushed across her forehead like feathers, and the faint warmth and the slight green color emerging from her chin pierced her skin.
Ning Yazhi couldn't move.
His love is clearly a curse.
She knew that no matter what she said, it was useless. No one could change what this man believed. Although she didn't know whether the love he said was true love or another way to torture her.
A kiss like an oath fell on the soft and delicate lips, very light, very light, as if something was crossing my heart.
Her heart trembled slightly, and just when she thought his kiss would continue to deepen, he suddenly stopped and said casually: "I'm hungry."
Ning Yazhi bit her lower lip and said coldly, "I'm going to prepare breakfast now."
With every step he took, he would feel sharp pain coming up bit by bit, until it reached his heart, and a bitter curve could not help but appear on his lips.
For breakfast, she served him breakfast as always. He was used to the coffee she mixed herself. He couldn't adapt to the lack of such refreshing coffee in those days.
For the first time, he got used to a little woman by his side, and he got used to a woman who made him collapse emotionally again and again.
He ordered: "Sit down."
Ning Ya was stunned, then refused: "I'm just a servant."
"I'll let you sit down." Although his voice was soft, there was no room for rejection.
She pursed her lips, and there was a hint of stubbornness in her eyes. She didn't like his tone at all, as if she was a pet dog. She would sit when he called her sit, and she would go up when he called her up.
Nuo An frowned slightly, feeling that this Ning Yazhi really didn't know what was good or bad, and insisting on confronting Mr. Mu over and over again was simply seeking death. He didn't understand what Mr. Mu liked about her.
He looked at her with a very dangerous look. His gaze was so strong that Ning Ya sat down bitterly, and the pain in her soles suddenly reduced by more than half.
She couldn't help but let out a slight sigh. She had stood for almost half an hour to make this cup of coffee, and her feet had been shaking. Now that she could sit down, she was really relieved.
At this time, the maid placed a Western-style breakfast in front of her. The smell of slightly burnt bread stimulated her stomach. Only then did Ning Yazhi wake up. She was really hungry.
The aroma of golden sun-cooked eggs and ham mixed together, Ning Yazhi couldn't help but fixate her eyes on this breakfast.
Half a minute later, she raised her eyes in confusion, catching the flash of tenderness in Mu Chengfeng's eyes.
Blinking her eyes, had she seen it wrong? Mu Chengfeng actually had a gentle side?
No, she must have seen it wrong.
Nuo An said respectfully: "Miss Ning Yazhi, this is the breakfast and longan and red date tea specially prepared for you by your husband."
Longan and red date tea? Her breakfast? Or was it prepared by Mu Chengfeng for her? Was it specially prepared? Will it be poisoned? Well, she was getting more and more unpredictable about Mu Chengfeng's thoughts. What did he want?