Jian Zhipei found that her waist was soft and supple enough. On his table, her slender snake-like waist made his body heat up, and on his lips, he confirmed the texture of her lips over and over again.
Soft and extremely sweet.
In the study room in the afternoon, passion quietly unfolded.
Ye Wanwan closed her eyes and felt the man's sometimes domineering and sometimes gentle kisses. She actually experienced the sweetness of love.
Finally, Jian Zhipei pulled away, and Ye Wanwan ran out as if running away, with a trace of ambiguity floating in the air.
Ye Wanwan panted and returned to the room. She was satisfied with a frightened little rabbit. She covered her red lips and her mind was filled with the man's cool and domineering kiss. This was completely beyond her acceptance range.
This man has always given her a feeling of abstinence. Is it her illusion?
And when he just said he would repay her in his own way, was he asking her to sacrifice herself?
Jian Zhipei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand in his pocket. He was wearing black clothes and black trousers, with a tough figure and a tight handsome face. His eyes, which were always as cold as snow-capped mountains, were dancing with a trace of fire, and even his breath was a little unsteady.
He has feelings for Ye Wanwan, what the hell is this?
Just now, on his desk, this was proved.
Qiao Xuemei came back from outside. It was another good shopping day for her. The servant behind her came in carrying large and small bags.
"You guys go down!"
The servant put down the bags and left, and Qiao Xuemei raised her head and called, "Ye Wanwan."
Ye Wanwan pushed the door out of the room and said downstairs, "Miss Qiao."
"Come down and tidy it up for me." Qiao Xuemei crossed her legs and ordered.
Ye Wanwan went downstairs, and Qiao Xuemei asked her to take out all these things and sort them out. Ye Wanwan took a pair, and she quoted the price.
"This pair of limited-edition high-heeled shoes is worth 180,000 yuan. Please be careful."
"This silk pajamas is worth 90,000 yuan. You are not allowed to get even a thread out of it for me."
"This bag is worth 1.8 million. Don't touch it randomly. If it gets damaged, you can't afford to pay for it."
Ye Wanwan, "..."
She doesn't agree with Qiao Xuemei's concept of consumption, and of course she won't envy her, because it's not a very noble thing to be so empty that she can only shop for fun.
"Brother Jian, do you think the dress I bought looks good?" Qiao Xuemei picked up a skirt and compared it with her body.
The man who was holding on to the handrail and going downstairs was staring at the back of the girl beside her who was bending over to tidy up.
Ye Wanwan listened to the footsteps behind him and was so frightened that the bag he was holding clattered and fell to the ground.
Qiao Xuemei looked at her and blurted out her blame, "You actually threw my most expensive bag on the ground?"
Ye Wanwan hurriedly picked it up, "I'm sorry!"
Jian Zhipei walked to Ye Wanwan's side with long legs and said, "Come out with me."
"Now?" Ye Wanwan didn't dare to look at him.
"Um!"
The man went out first, and Ye Wanwan said to Qiao Xuemei, "Miss Qiao, I will go out first with Master Jian."
"Brother Jian, where are you going? Can you go with me?" Qiao Xuemei hurriedly followed.
Jian Zhipei didn't even let his bodyguard drive. He got into the driver's seat of an off-road vehicle and said to the bodyguard, "You're not allowed to follow me."
The bodyguard hurriedly said, "Master, your safety is important."
Jian Zhipei ordered, "Don't follow."
Ye Wanwan got into the passenger seat and Jian Zhipei drove out of the villa gate.
"Master Jian, where are we going?" Ye Wanwan asked curiously.
