Married to the Male Lead’s Brother

The night is thick, and the air in the room is full of floral fragrance, which is so sweet that it makes people tremble.

The room did not turn on the lights, only the position on the bed was bright.

Lu Jue turned on the lamp next to him, he stepped on the petals on the ground, and his feet were full of red rose juice. Walking into the bathroom, he found a clean wet towel and cleaned it up for Ning Zhi.

"It's red." Lu Jue was so frightened that his towel fell on Ning Zhi's lap.

"Don't talk." Ning Zhi raised his foot and kicked him feebly, "Hong is also the one who caused the trouble."

"Help Zhi Zhi Hu."

There was anxiety in Lu Jue's dark, wet eyes, he lowered his head and wanted to lean towards Ning Zhi, so scared that Ning Zhi hurriedly sat up, clutching the quilt, she blushed so much that blood almost dripped, and pushed him, "Don't make trouble."

Knowing whether to call him or not, Lu Jue picked up the towel, still worried, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts to death." She didn't expect his intolerable endurance to be so strong that he would not stop.

"I'll help Zhizhihu." Having said that, Lu Jue wanted to lean over again.

"No! No!" Ning Zhi, lest he insist, she held his face, "Where did you learn those just now?"

The little nerd can still have skills, he must not know where to learn it.

On Lu Jue's head was a bunch of little suns that kept popping up, and the light of the little suns was enough to illuminate the surroundings.

His dark eyes were shining with golden light, and they were wet and wet. He glanced at Ning Zhi quickly, and then turned his eyes away. He didn't lie to Ning Zhi, and said honestly, "Reading and studying."

Ning Zhi was surprised, "Where did you get the book?"

As far as Lu Jue is concerned, Wei Xing, an assistant, can't even know a hair, so he sold it without hesitation, "Weixing to me."

In this way, without the knowledge of Wei Xing, a good comrade-in-arms, he was betrayed by Lu Jue.

Ning Zhi glanced at Lu Jue faintly, good guy, she was surprised that Lu Jue was jerky, but he still understood the principle and even learned how to play tricks.

Ning Zhi remembered that he often hid in the study after get off work some time ago. It turned out that he really read "books". No wonder his ears were red every time he came out of the study.

She could already imagine Lu Jue in red sportswear sitting at the desk, holding a small book, burying his head in his study, studying hard while his ears were red.

Really funny and cute.

Lu Jue threw away the towel, and he approached Ning Zhi, "Zhizhi is satisfied."

It has been far more than half an hour, Zhizhi must be satisfied.

Lu Jue's hair was messy, his eyes were wet, and there was sweat on the tip of his nose. He looked at her brightly, like a little tit who begged for praise and petting, the wildness faded, and he was about to act coquettishly, "Zhizhi, know..."

Under the quilt, Ning Zhi's legs were weak, her toes curled up shamefully, she snorted softly, and smoothed him, "Satisfied."

For the first time, it's still worth complimenting.

Hearing this, another row of small suns popped up in the display frame above Lu Jue's head, and they were crowded into the display frame in a steady stream.

Lu Jue lifted the quilt and got in. His voice was a little hoarse in the quiet night, "Zhizhi, let's open the presents again!"

He likes to see the way Zhizhi sees only him in his eyes.

He likes Zhizhi's hand to hold him tightly.

He likes hearing Zhizhi cry out his name.

The next day, the sun shines directly into the room through the large floor-to-ceiling glass, and the room is full of sunlight.

When Ning Zhi woke up, the sun was already shining.

She was weak and limp.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of bright black eyes.

"I know it's early." Lu Jue had already woken up, full of spirit, and the display frame above his head was filled with golden, lovely little suns.

Seeing Ning Zhi wake up, he leaned over and kissed her rosy mouth openly.

After a comfortable and intimate interaction, Lu Jue felt that this time, Zhizhi was really his, what belonged only to him, and was something he could occupy.

Ning Zhi rolled her eyes, "Morning." After speaking, she realized that her voice was a little hoarse, and her throat was too grumpy.

In the quilt, Lu Jue's hand quietly stretched out, and the places where his fingertips scratched were all smooth and tender, and he couldn't control it. He proposed again: "Zhizhi, tear me down again."

Ning Zhi:  …

She couldn't help but glared at him, and grabbed his big hand that started to mess up, "Enough is enough!"

"This gift of yours has been opened many times last night! It's enough to open it once." She pinched his fingertips, "greedy."

Greedy Ghost Lu Jue doesn't know what it means to stop at all, and he doesn't want to know. What he's thinking about is the feeling of last night, the back of his spine is numb, the strange and strange feeling makes him comfortable, and he just wants to start over again. Come.

Ning Zhi was afraid that he would entangle people, she deliberately softened her voice, pulled his hand, and said pitifully, "I'm hungry."

"Zhizhi is hungry, I'll find something to eat for Zhizhi." Lu Jue got up quickly.

He hadn't put on any clothes yet, and Ning Zhi saw at a glance his thin waist, two long legs that were too strong, and that too conspicuous position.

She glanced at it and quickly moved her eyes away. Under the quilt, her toes tensed with shame.

"Get dressed and order food on the phone." Ning Zhi's eyes flashed again, and Lu Jue's face was handsome and gentle.

Quite the opposite.