Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Wen Yuan's blush didn't look like it, but she couldn't help it, he kept teasing her to let her taste.

In the end she couldn't stand a bite on his finger.

Ye Mubai's eyes darkened, and he withdrew, holding her face in both hands and kissing her mouth by mouth. He had never been so patient before, as if he had spent a lifetime doing this.

Wen Yuan trembled, his face buried in the pillow on one side, he chased after her with a low smile and kissed the soft flesh behind her ear, and kissed her all over her body softly.

Feeling deep in love, Wen Yuan raised his cheek, fingered his black hair and begged him to stop it.

"Good." He comforted her, but tortured her to death.

One night, he was very gentle to her, but for Wen Yuan this night, she even wanted him to be rude, because he was so boring...

Excessive indulgence, I slept early the next morning.

When Wen Yuan woke up, it was ten o'clock and Ye Mubai was still there. She opened her eyes and saw his magnified handsome face, and then she was kissed by him, and she was pressed and heated twice again.

When the matter was over, Wen Yuan lay in his arms, his whole body lost strength, and he still seemed to be about to move, she said weakly: "You want me to have no strength."

She didn't want to get up lazily, probably because she felt good last night, so today she didn't reject him, and she lay on him after doing it, feeling lazy and comfortable.

Ye Mubai put his hand on her back and paused: "Hold you to soak for a while."

She didn't think about it, he actually didn't think about it, but he knew that he was a bit rough just now, so he wanted to take her in a bath for fear of hurting her.

After he finished speaking, Wen Yuan said, "You hug me."

Ye Mubai smiled, got up and hugged her towards the bathroom. Five minutes later, Wen Yuan comfortably soaked in the hot water, still lying in his arms. She was half-dreaming and half-awake, pressed by his sore muscles.

"Ye Mubai, where do you get the six-pack abs, you don't work out." She was lying on her stomach, looking at him sideways like a little girl, her hands still in a mess.

He laughed in a low voice, letting her do it, until after she exclaimed that he wanted to remove her hand, his voice was hoarse, "Seventh piece?"

Wen Yuan bit his lip, "You let go of my hand."

"You touched me first, Wen Yuan, where does this make sense?" He pressed against her ear, and his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Set it right."

Wen Yuan's face was terribly red, she lied to it, and kept lying in his arms.

"Wen Yuan, you provoke me first." He took a strong bite in her neck and she wailed.

Later, it was so-so, hastily.

Wen Yuan refused to soak, so he hugged her to take a shower, and in the end he was pushed against the wall of the bathroom for a while. Wen Yuan really had no energy anymore and fell asleep at one o'clock in the afternoon.

When he woke up, Ye Mubai was still there. He was sitting on the sofa in a white bathrobe and reading the documents. The pile of documents over there should have been Secretary He. Wen Yuan sat up, grabbed his hair, and stopped talking.

Ye Mubai raised his eyes to see her, smiled faintly, and spoke lazily: "Don't worry, I won't let others see you like this, whether it's a man or a woman."

As he said, he put the file aside, got up and walked over to her, leaned in and kissed: "I'll send someone to eat, are you hungry?"