Yan Xiaomo stayed by the bed and fell asleep unconsciously.
The candlelight in the room danced, and the black shadows on the wall danced with the candlelight.
Dawn takes away the darkness of the night and spreads light into every corner of the world.
A naughty ray of sunlight jumped through the window and fell on Zhao Ziheng's double eyelids.
The eyelids moved slightly, as if there were signs of waking up.
The long and thick eyelashes were bathed in the sunlight, and a row of shadows spread out in the eye sockets.
Zhao Ziheng slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes fell on the person beside the bed.
White neck, peaceful face, peaceful sleep, fair face, cheeks with a touch of pink, and a pair of bright red and full lips under the straight little nose.
Looking at those lips, Zhao Ziheng's eyes darkened a bit, he slowly lowered his head, slowly moved closer, and finally kissed her.
It was softer and sweeter than expected.
It was just a light kiss at first, but then it got out of hand, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.
Yan Xiaomo was still dreaming at this moment, dreaming that she was eating jelly.
The delicious jelly was put into her mouth and she couldn't help but open her mouth.
She wanted to bite it, but she couldn't bite it.
Then, the jelly was fierce.
Devouring her tongue.
The jelly is so ferocious that it wants to eat people.
Yan Xiaomo woke up suddenly, only to find an enlarged handsome face right in front of her.
She was stunned for three seconds, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Well" Yan Xiaomo pushed Zhao Ziheng away suddenly, with a look of disbelief on his face.
It turns out it’s not jelly, but Zhao Ziheng.
Zhao Ziheng pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at Yan Xiaomo.
Yan Xiaomo's face turned gloomy when he saw a warning look in his eyes.
"You..."
Yan Xiaomo didn't know why for a long time.
He raised his hand and wiped his lips, not knowing what to say to Zhao Ziheng.
"Just think of it as a gift you gave me."
Zhao Ziheng said this and pulled Yan Xiaomo to his side and continued to kiss her.
What kind of gift?
Yan Xiaomo hesitated and thought about Zhao Ziheng's words.
She was caught off guard and pulled to the bed by Zhao Ziheng.
She turned over and Zhao Ziheng was on top of her.
With their fingers clasped together, Zhao Ziheng clasped those little hands tightly.
The kiss this time was domineering and passionate, barely giving Yan Xiaomo a chance to breathe.
Gradually, Yan Xiaomo was unable to resist, and suddenly remembered what she had said to Zhao Ziheng.
At that time, she had said that she would give Zhao Ziheng a gift the next time they met.
At that time, she was actually thinking that she would never see Zhao Ziheng again in the future, but she did not expect that If I had known better, I wouldn't have said that.
I blame her for being the meanest.
At this point, Zhao Ziheng couldn't listen to anything she said, and she was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.
She was not a furnace in this interface, so naturally she couldn't mess around with those people.
"Zhao Ziheng, stop."
Yan Xiaomo held down Zhao Ziheng's hand, stared at the man in front of her tightly, and shook her head.
Zhao Ziheng's face darkened, but he finally stopped, but he was leaning closely on Yan Xiaomo's neck.
She was so sweet that he couldn't stop at all.
"Xiao Mo, are everything you said false?"
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Zhao Ziheng left a mark like a red plum on that snow-white skin.
Yan Xiaomo was speechless and choked, the reincarnation of heaven and the retribution of karma.
"But, you know, I am Ying Zheng's woman."
Yan Xiaomo lowered his eyes and avoided Zhao Ziheng's gaze, which was too hot. oshow7: