Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

Although it was winter, Rong Yan's clothes were not cumbersome because she stayed in the room all the time. Liancheng Yazhi quickly took off her clothes.

Rongyan felt a chill on his body and looked down, only to see that his clothes had been thrown to the ground.

Three black lines suddenly appeared on her forehead. This bastard was taking off his clothes faster and faster...

Rongyan touched Liancheng Yazhi's forehead with her head and said angrily, "Mr. Liancheng, I don't think you want to reward me, you want to reward yourself."

Liancheng raised his head elegantly, smiled at Rongyan, showed his big white teeth, and kissed Rongyan's nose: "No, I'm asking you to correct your work attitude. I can't let you be lazy. When you are at work, you must start well and finish well, and do your duty.

Do your duty, as you said, lovers must also have professional ethics."

Rongyan choked hard at his words. This seemed to be the first time she had ever had a dispute with Liancheng Yazhi, but he had used what she had said to block her back.

Rong Yan gritted his teeth, since he already had no face and skin, what did he care about anyway.

She gave Liancheng Yazhi a meaningful look, raised her hand gently, and ran her cold, boneless hands along the collar of Liancheng Yazhi's shirt, like a little snake, slowly crawling on his neck, stroking and scratching.

She said softly: "Yes, you are right. The profession of a lover means that when the benefactor is in need, he must cooperate at any time. He must not be fake and reserved. When he should be shameless, he cannot pretend to be innocent. Do you think so?

Mr. Liancheng?.”

"You are right, you must cooperate with me in all my needs."

The so-called cooperation means - take a good bath.

Liancheng Yazhi's breathing became thicker as he was touched by Rong Yan's little hand, and the color in his eyes became darker. He placed Rong Yan in the bathtub, and then tore off her clothes underneath without any hesitation, revealing her slender, fair and slender eyes.

The legs are slightly bent, and every inch of the young girl's body is full of temptation.

Especially this person's appearance. She exudes an aura that is fatally attractive to Liancheng Yazhi. To him, she is the most powerful poison. Even though he knows it is poison, he still wants to drink poison to quench his thirst. It is completely irresistible.

Liancheng Yazhi turned on the switch, and the water level in the bathtub slowly rose.

The warm water covered her face, and the smoke wrapped around her body. The charming and enchanting girl looked like a dream, with an unfathomable mystery.

Liancheng Yazhi stood on the ground and watched. At this moment, he even forgot about the rising desire in his body.

It wasn't until the water in the pool overflowed that Liancheng Yazhi came back to his senses.

He turned off the switch and suddenly remembered something. He didn't even have time to roll up his sleeves, so he reached into the water to take Rong Yan's left foot out of the water, and looked at her soles first.

The injury on the sole of Rong Yan's foot has healed, and the blood scab has fallen off, leaving a flesh-pink scar.

Liancheng Yazhi breathed a sigh of relief, luckily the wound had completely closed.

He held Rong Yan's left foot with his right hand, and gently groped the scar with his thumb, over and over again, as lightly as a feather brushing against him, as if he was still afraid that if he exerted more force, Rong Yan would be hurt, as if he were treating a treasure, that kind of care.

The feeling of care is completely self-evident.

It gave people the illusion that if Master Ya could be cared for like this, even death would be worth it.

Liancheng's elegant eyes stared closely at the scar and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

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Wow, this piece of writing for Mao is so sad~~~~