Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

The garden of the European-style building on the top of the mountain is extremely quiet.

The luxurious bedroom on the second floor, winding all the way from the door to the foot of the bed, is messy. The fluffy Persian carpet has lost its former flatness, scattered with suit jackets, shirts and trousers sewn by men. The lady's rose-colored BRA and the bottom-pants of the same style were thrown at the foot of the bed in an uncharacteristic manner.

And the most pitiful was a delicate silk nightdress, which was torn in half without hesitation, and fell on the pillow-side.

Next to her nightdress, Gu Qingqing moved her body with difficulty. The discomfort after strenuous exercise is like being run over by a heavy truck. Every bone in the body seems to have been disassembled and reorganized, and the tired fingertips have lost their strength.

Gu Qingqing stared at the luxurious European-style crystal chandelier on the roof in a daze. Last night, my mother called. His elder brother, who was idle all day long and would only cause trouble, smashed the store because of drinking and fighting. He needed to pay 300,000 yuan. If he didn't pay, he would have to go to jail.

When she called him this call, she knew that he would definitely receive "remuneration." No, even if there is no such thing, today is the monthly "routine." His relationship with her is reasonable and legal, and she has no reason to refuse.

Besides, it's been three years for this kind of thing, and I should have been used to it a long time ago-right?

After recovering a little bit of strength, she leaned on the bedside with difficulty and opened the bedside table with one hand. Find a white medicine bottle and pour one out skillfully.

With the medicine in her hand, she was about to reach out for the glass on the bedside table. The bathroom door suddenly opened.

Just after taking a shower, the man’s brown hair was still wet, his slightly longer bangs laid lazily against his full forehead, and a few naughty drops of water followed the curvilinear face and slid across his sturdy body, disappearing. In the white bath towel that is loosely tied around the waist.

The room was quiet and no one spoke.

For a long time, Gu Qingqing took the medicine, raised his neck, drank a large sip of water, and swallowed the pills smoothly into his abdomen.

The corner of her lips pulled out a chuckle, and the fingers holding the cup were squeezed. She said in a dark voice calmly: "Don't worry, I have already taken safety measures. I won't leave you with any worries."

The man's amber eyes flashed suddenly when he heard her words. After that, the arc of his lips became larger and larger, and finally, a smile that seemed like nothing seemed to appear.

"Oh, is it?" The man's slender legs lifted up and stepped to her bedside, his hoarse voice, like a cup of mellow black coffee. She backed back subconsciously, backed back-even though her back was already against the wall, she couldn't help but want to run away.

"What are you hiding?" Condescendingly, the man's slightly blue stubble chin slightly raised, his tall body was like a mountain, covering all the light behind him.

The slender body pressed down, approached her, stretched out her long hand, she dodged subconsciously, but unexpectedly, the man's hand turned, holding the medicine bottle next to the bed, and gently rubbing his fingertips.

"The effect of this medicine is 24 hours, right?"

Gu Qingqing's voice trembled: "What do you mean?"

With the other hand, the man handsomely pulled the bath towel around his waist and threw it away, "——Since you have taken the medicine, let’s not waste the effect of the medicine. Within 24 hours, I can still— —Sleep you many times, and don’t worry about creating a child to cause trouble. Isn’t it? I-love-love-old-mother."