First Lady

Lan Shan looked at Ming Ye's face seriously, only to realize that after not seeing him for more than a week, he had lost a lot of weight, and there were still faint shadows under his eyes, and he could tell that he hadn't had a good rest for many days.

Lan Shan held his face in her hands, and softly said with distress: "I lost weight."

Ming Ye was overjoyed, with a mouthful of white teeth showing on her lips, and said happily, "I miss you."

Lan Shan's hands trembled a bit, why is this guy not up to the job, although she didn't like his stinky and cold temper before, but the contrast with the present is too big.

"Shanshan, you have me in your heart now, right?"

Ming Ye kissed the dim and soft lips, just a shallow kiss, not deep, without a trace of eroticism.

Lan Shan twisted and pushed Ming Ye's chest: "If you know it, ask."

"I just want to hear you say it yourself, Shanshan, can you tell me?" Ming Ye still refused to give up, insisting on forcing those words out:

"Did you eat? Are you hungry?"

"Don't change the subject, I want to listen to your truth."

Ming Ye's face turned pale, her arms holding Lan Shan were too tight, their bodies were very close, and the ambiguity was a little too much.

Lan Shan secretly rolled her eyes, this guy is really determined.Forget it, let him do what he wants.

Lan Shan stretched out her arms to wrap around Ming Ye's neck, her body completely leaned against his arms, weak and boneless, rubbing against Ming Ye's body as if nothing, the temptation was self-evident.

Her eyes were as charming as silk, she bit Ming Ye's jaw, her voice was waxy and coquettish, "Yes, young master, I have you in my heart."

"What about you, what place do I have in your heart?"

After finishing speaking, her little hand stroked Ming Ye's left chest, undidly undid a button, slipped it in, and drew circles on Ming Ye's smooth chest.

Ming Ye's body trembled, how could he stand the teasing, his breathing became short of breath instantly, and his body temperature became scorching hot involuntarily.

He wanted to press the hand on his chest that made trouble, but he couldn't bear the feeling of being tortured.

With a hoarse voice, he growled: "What position do you think you occupy in my heart? Now it's all you, stuffed full, without any gaps. If you seduce me again, I'll kill you now."

How dare you ask her like that, don't believe him?He has been poisoned by the decline, and there is no cure for it.

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