The Young Master’s Bride

Ye Qingge pinched Li Beichen's ears, it was indeed soft.

"We also saw a woman today, Feng Xi called her sister Jiahui!"

Ye Qingge asked casually, her hand movement did not stop.

"Jiahui also grew up with us, a doctor!"

Li Beichen spoke as usual and did not open his eyes.

Hearing growing up together, Ye Qingge thought of the four words "green plum and bamboo horse" in his mind.

"She wants you to take me to her house as a guest!"

"Want to eat grapes?"

Li Beichen turned his head and looked at Ye Qingge with a smile, and his words were hoarse and lazy.

"I don't want to..."

This question is inexplicable, why suddenly the grapes are pulled up.

"I thought you couldn't eat sour grapes!"

Squeezing Ye Qingge's soft white porcelain face, Li Beichen joked in love.

"How can I be jealous?" Ye Qingge tried his best to cover up, is it that obvious?

"Well, if you are not jealous, the grapes will be sour!" The calm tone, but with a strong ridicule.

"Are you very proud?" Ye Qingge pretended to be angry, why is this man so bad.

"Well, you look jealous for me, it's a little bit!"

Squeezing Ye Qingge's little hand, her fingers with well-knotted joints and her white fingers intertwined and clenched firmly.

"I've said that I'm not jealous. Isn't the uncle really having something with her?"

"Except I have a leg with you, I don't like any other women. You should always keep this in mind!"

When he said this, Li Beichen's eyes were deep and deep, like the vast ocean, if you look at it, you will be deeply attracted, and you can't move your eyes anymore, and can't accommodate other oceans.

It was that kind of domineering tone again, but it no longer made Ye Qingge feel depressed and annoyed, and her heart seemed to be filled with honey, spreading along her blood vessels to her fingertips...

Even words that are so affectionate are colored.

One leg, is this complaining that she didn't give herself to him?

Two legs...

Ye Qingge blushed suddenly when he thought of uncontrollable images that were inappropriate for children.

"go to bed!"

Ye Qingge lay down, pulled over the quilt, his face burning like fire.

"Is this inviting me?" Lying sideways beside her, smiling slightly with his head supported.

Li Beichen's hot and colored eyes made Ye Qingge's heart miss a few beats.

The little hand couldn't help grasping the thin quilt, the curled eyelashes flickered, and the action of biting his lips was shy and attractive.

Looking at Li Beichen's deep eyes, the reflection of himself, so shy and correct, as if waiting for something, Ye Qingge closed his eyes suddenly.

Li Beichen's slender fingers gently rubbed Ye Qingge's eyelashes.

Seeing her trembling and embarrassment, Li Beichen's throat slid, his eyes darkened, and the beast trapped inside couldn't wait to rush out.

Ye Qingge at this time, in Li Beichen's eyes, was like waiting for the shy bride who lifted the red hijab, waiting for her first time, nervous and shy and expecting...

"A grinning little thing! Our house is running out of water recently!"

Li Beichen's tone was helpless. Recently, he took too many cold showers, which was a waste of water.

When Li Beichen was about to get up and get out of bed to go to the bathroom, Ye Qingge didn't know what was wrong with him.

Actually pounced on him, yes, pounced, and directly threw Li Beichen, who had just gotten up, onto the bed.

When Li Beichen was astonished, Ye Qingge's soft and sweet lips had already kissed him, without rules, and kissed indiscriminately, with shyness and infallibility.

But Li Beichen's body instantly caught fire...