After cleansing and leaving the house, I am beautiful

Chapter 116 What Do You Say About Me?
The air is filled with the strong scent of roses, and the orange candlelight flickers in the dark night.

Duanmufeng took Qiuying's hand, stepped gently across the petal carpet, and came to the living room. The living room was still paved with rose petals, with candles at every step, a huge bouquet of roses on the coffee table, and a large screen on the wall of the living room. On the screen, the clips of her and him in "Shuang Heroes" and the melodious sound of the piano are played in a loop.

Finally, when I came to the bedroom, there was a big heart made of fiery red rose petals on the snow-white sheets of the big bed, and a few cute dolls were placed on it, and pink and white confession balloons floated on the top of the bed. A kiss photo of Qiuying and Duanmufeng stood in the most conspicuous place in the room.

Duanmufeng turned Qiuying's body to face him.

At this moment, Qiu Ying discovered that Duanmufeng was wearing a straight black suit today, a British suit with fine workmanship but not fancy, the improved design of the high waistline, showing the effect of thin waist and long legs, cool and handsome field.

An impossibly delicate face, with eyes as bright as gemstones, and thin lips that outline a perfect arc, every corner and every corner is so injustice.

When Qiuying was still immersed in his beauty, Duanmufeng took out a small jewelry box from the pocket of his suit, took out a big diamond ring from the box, and put it on her ring finger gently.

Duanmufeng lowered his head and lowered his eyes, his eyes were full of affection, and he put his hands around her waist: "Qiu Ying, marry me, will you?"

The voice was low, hoarse, full of gentleness, and full of expectation.

Qiuying came back to her senses, took a breath, frowned, her lips parted slightly: "Xiaofeng, we can't do it."

Duanmu Fenghuan's hand on her waist suddenly tightened, the handsome lines on his face also hardened a bit, his eyes gradually cooled down, and they were full of puzzlement: "Why?"

Qiu Ying raised her head and looked at him squarely: "Because the relationship between you and me is not between a man and a woman, I treat you as a younger brother."

Duanmufeng's body paused slightly, his brows frowned, his eyes narrowed slowly, his gaze was as dark as ink, he slowly bowed his waist, lowered his head little by little, the scorching breath sprayed from top to bottom, on her face.

Qiuying's heart clenched, she turned her face away: "Xiaofeng, don't do this."

He stared straight at her, his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and growled: "What? What do you think I want?"

His whole face was pressed up, and Qiu Ying put her hands on her chest, lowered her eyes, and turned her face to the outside again.

Duanmufeng pulled out a hand and straightened her face, his red eyes fixed on her tightly, his lips were tightened into a line, his jaw was tight, and he roared: "Say it!"

It was the first time Qiuying saw him like this, like a wounded beast.

She tried to open her mouth, but the voice couldn't come out, her lips trembled, and she stepped back as much as possible, but she was soon held tighter by him, and then his soft lips fell down hard.

Her body stiffened in an instant, and she pushed him hard with both hands, without moving a bit. His kiss was full of strong and domineering possessiveness and aggression. She tried to shake him off, but it aroused his fighting spirit and increased the intensity.

Qiu Ying suddenly felt a lack of oxygen, and desperately shook her head to get rid of his lips, but he suddenly pinched her jaw with one hand, and her breathing became heavy and short.

"Well..." She felt that she couldn't bear it passively like this. She bit him hard, but she couldn't resist his attack.

(End of this chapter)