Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

The faint milky scent of chocolate lingers in the air with the corners of her raised mouth, if there is nothing.

He felt anxious and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette. He got up, slender, sturdy and well-knotted fingers, put them in the pockets of his suit dignifiedly, "Go to bed early." After that, he went out.

Yuxuan was really tired, took a hasty bath, and fell asleep shortly after lying on the bed.

The night is getting deeper.

He has been insomnia for more than 30 hours. He rushed back from the United States, so tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He was sober and terribly awake.

The July night after the typhoon was cool.

On the balcony downwind, a tall and tall man stood leaning on a railing. He put on a black bathrobe, a cigarette was burning on his fingertips, but he didn't smoke. There are fine pieces of soot drifting slowly along the wind in the middle of the night. After a long time, until it was almost burnt out, he squeezed out the cigarette butt.

Turning around, Jinggui walked out of the room gracefully. A ghost stood at the door of the side lying, he knew that she was sleeping in it. Uncontrollably like that, his long, well-knotted fingers stroked the door handle, with a subtle feeling, Li Beichen unscrewed the door.

It was pitch black, and despite the cool night breeze outside, the room was quiet.

She breathed very softly, her nose was faint, and she slept soundly. The air was filled with her unique sweetness, like the color of her pupils, solidified in the amber night.

The man walked over slowly, and sat on the edge of the bed quietly.

It was dark all around, and the sound of her breathing one after another made him feel unbearable. Inexplicably, I want to smoke another cigarette. The lighter rang softly, and the dark night was inadvertently cut through the moment the flame rose.

The slightly swaying flame, rippling with a yellow halo, poured softly on her face. She slept very deeply, her long black hair was scattered on the snow-white cloud silk quilt, and her sleeping face was like a bright moon reflecting on the sea, and it was inconceivably bright.

She slept in an unreliable place, turned over, and the untied nightgown was slightly loose, revealing a smooth and white collarbone, which was touching. For an instant, Li Beichen's wave of emotions seemed to be ups and downs in the vast ocean.

He put out the lighter and smoked quietly. There is no white smoke lingering in the darkness, but the breath of tobacco penetrates into the lungs, with a slight sweetness.

Yuxuan slept in a daze, feeling inexplicably that there were people around her who made her feel safe. Subconsciously leaning over, his head rested on his lap. Feeling the man's body temperature, she felt warm. Li Beichen froze, his cold eyes were as cold as night and unpredictable.

She should have pushed her away in disgust, but at that moment, she didn't want to resist.

Squeezing out the cigarette butt, he faintly lifted the quilt, his stalwart figure lying quietly beside her.

Yu Xuan murmured, his slender arms wrapped around his waist, and his head nestled against his neck. He is a little itchy, and his angular jaw lightly rests on her head.

Thinking she was in peace, but in the next instant, her smooth and white legs hung on him almost subconsciously. Such a posture was especially undesirable in the deep night, and Li Beichen's face immediately turned black.

In the end, she still took the same octopus, and there was no way. After holding his breath, at that moment, a corner of his thin lips raised, and his smile made waves.

Rubbing her tightly, his broad palms slid across her hair, his low voice was pressed down with the smell of tobacco, and he called her, "Shi Yuxuan—"