Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Shui Qianqin looked at Rong Jin, drunk in his picturesque eyes, where the charm of the world was contained, but she was put into her figure alone.

"Rong Jin, do you love me?"

"Don't you believe it? Your heart is here, love and love."

He couldn't express this feeling, but he knew it clearly in his heart.

Shui Qianqin reached out and embraced Rong Jin actively, "Rong Jin, you are too used to me, and I'm used to minor problems."

Rong Jin said softly: "Qianqian, how are you doing."

He is willing to spoil her by spoiling her, preferably spoiled spoiled, only he can bear patience.

Today, Qian Qian is getting more and more beautiful, and many people covet her.

Moreover, Shangguan Qingchen still didn't leave. He looked at Qian Qian's eyes with a lot of affection, so Rong Jin also had a sense of crisis.

The former Rong Jin was indifferent and free, because he had no desire in his heart.

But now, with the person he loves the most, he will suffer.

Moreover, his Qianqian has never said when to get married.

He naturally had to wait patiently with her patience and wait for her willingness.

Shui Qianqin's mood got better and took the initiative to lean into Rong Jin's arms.

Rong Jin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and let the water flourish at once, and sat up.

"You... what's wrong with you?"

"Qianqian, you go to bed first, I'll take a shower."

After that, Rong Jin got up and walked to the bathroom next to it.

Shui Qianqian also sat up with him, feeling a little puzzled in his heart. After dinner, he obviously took a bath.

She knows that Rong Jin loves cleanliness and cleanliness, but she won't wash it twice a night!

Suddenly, Shuiqianqin blushed after reacting to it.

When Rong Jin finished washing and came out wearing a yukata, Shui Qianqin looked at it, not wanting to be a nympho.

He seemed to come out of the ink painting under the moonlight, as peerless and independent as a white lotus, gentle as jade, and crying as blood as flower.

Shui Qian Qian could hardly find any words to describe the feeling at this time, and she felt that Rong Jin was too stunning and dusty.

She looked and almost forgot to breathe.

Rong Jin slowly came to the bed and sat down, touching the head of Shui Qianqian, "Why have you been sitting and not sleeping?"

Rong Jin was very cold, and Shui Qianqin couldn't help but shuddered, "You, are you taking a cold bath?"

Rong Jin nodded, "Good boy, you sleep first, wait for my body to warm up for a while, then hug you."

Shui Qianqian dragged Rong Jin's bathrobe and hesitated: "Don't take a cold bath, it's bad for your health."

Rong Jin's expression moved, and the cinnabar between her eyebrows was weeping and bloody, the smoke and rain were picturesque and magnificent, "Qianqian, do you care about me, right?"

"I don't care about you, I'm afraid you are sick and no one takes care of me."

Rong Jin smiled softly, knowing that his Qianqian now spoke a little bit hard, and his efforts were finally effective, at least his Qianqian would distress him and care about him.

Explain that she should also care about him.

Rong Jin couldn't help but kissed Qianshui Qianqian's lips, but he only tasted it. He was afraid that if he went deeper, he couldn't really control himself.

In the middle of the night, Shui Qianqian woke up with a stomachache.

She also had a little cold sweat on her forehead, and her body was a little bit weak. She got up from Rong Jin's arms and was going to the bathroom.

As soon as Shui Qianqian moved, Rong Jin woke up, "How did you wake up?"

With that, Rong Jin pressed the remote control and turned on the light.

Shui Qianqian narrowed her eyes and adjusted herself to the light. "I'm going to the bathroom. You go to bed first."

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