He was happy in his heart, and his handsome eyebrows were filled with joy. He felt like a little boy who had just started having sex and couldn't get enough of his woman.
"Does it hurt?" he asked hoarsely.
He Bing had no strength at all. She felt like she was standing on a cloud. Coupled with the soreness in her body, she was too lazy to move.
The slender feathers like butterfly wings trembled, and she looked at the man with watery eyes, "Yeah, it hurts."
"It will be fine if I do it more times in the future." He said nonsense seriously.
"..." He Bing raised his pink fist and was about to hit him.
Ye Ming held her little pink fist and placed it on his heart, looking at her doting smile.
The room was filled with pink bubbles, as if sprinkled with sugar, making people feel sweet to the core.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the maid's voice came from outside the door, "Master Cheng, Miss He, dinner is ready."
Ye Ming then let the girl go, "I'm going to take a shower and wait for me to have dinner together."
"kindness."
Ye Ming walked into the shower room.
...
As soon as the bathroom door closed, the room door opened, and two maids brought in a sumptuous dinner.
He Bing raised his eyes and saw that one of the maids was the busty girl.
The big-breasted girl raised her head as soon as she came in and carefully peeked at someone. When she didn't see Ye Ming, she lowered her head again.
The other maid didn't dare to raise her head and was doing her own thing respectfully. But this big-breasted girl looked restless, and He Bing's ice-like eyes exuded a little coldness and sneered.
This big-breasted girl was an eyesore. He Bing was thinking that if she kicked this big-breasted girl out, it would only be a matter of one sentence.
But she felt that it was pointless to do so. After she died, Ye Ming would still have women, many of them.
He Bing looked at the crystal chandelier above his head, feeling a little dazed.
At this moment, there was a "click", and the door to the shower room opened, and Ye Ming walked out. He was wearing a white bathrobe and was covered in mist.
"Master Cheng, dinner is ready." The busty girl's eyes lit up when she saw Ye Ming, and her voice was coquettish.
Ye Ming didn't notice the big-breasted girl, nor did he look here. His mind was on the delicate figure on the bed. He spread his long legs and walked to the bed. He snorted lightly, "You guys go down.
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"Yes." The two maids retreated.
Ye Ming came to the bedside, stretched out his big palm and lifted the quilt, "Come here, let's go have dinner."
"Oh," He Bing sat up, his two jade little feet stepping on the soft carpet, "put on my shoes."
She asked him to put on her shoes.
What the hell!
Ye Ming squatted down on one knee and put the pink slippers on her little feet, "What else should I wear? Do you want to wear pants?"
His rough fingertips slid up her slender white legs.
He Bing quickly held down his big palm, his eyebrows curved to please, "No, please spare me."
Ye Ming then stood up straight, and he spread his strong arms towards the girl, "Do you want a hug?"
The dining table is there, and you have to walk two steps.
He Bing raised his little head and looked at him, "Don't hug me, you have to carry me."