First Lady

Holding the nephrite jade in his arms, the real and erratic feeling made him tired for a week, and then it gradually dissipated.

When you are in an extremely dangerous environment and you have to work overloaded, sleep becomes a luxury, and you must be alert at all times. If you relax, you may die in a second.

Naturally, he was not afraid of Ming Ye in the past, but now he only needs to think about what to do with the spoiled little lady at home if he dies.

Others would bully her and abuse her, maybe that heartless white-eyed wolf would simply remarry, which is absolutely impossible, so now Young Master Ming feels that he cannot afford to die.

Not long after, Ming Ye's steady and long breathing rang in his ears. [

Looking at the handsome young master up close, Lan Shan sighed in her heart for no reason, such a day is really a bit like a dream.

Who would have thought that the two who looked at each other and hated each other not long ago would now be lying on the same bed, with their limbs entangled and ambiguous.

Fate is such a magical thing.

Lan Shan thought that she would definitely not be able to fall asleep, but when she heard Ming Ye's breathing, she felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

When she was vaguely about to fall asleep, Lan Shan remembered something, she hadn't told Ming Ye about herself yet, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open it, forget it, let's talk about it after waking up.

This sleep lasted from two o'clock in the afternoon to six o'clock in the afternoon.

When Lan Shan opened her eyes, she saw that the sky outside was already dark. The days in winter are always short, and it was almost completely dark at six o'clock.

Turning around, I saw that Ming Ye was still sleeping soundly, with a perfect and handsome face, restrained from the cold and madness in front of others, and childish in front of her, with a bit of pure bewitchment, the hearts of those who watched were soft.

Lan Shan murmured softly: "Still sleeping, how did I get here these days?"

Stretching out her hand to caress Ming Ye's eyebrows, carefully flicking his enviable long eyelashes a few times, it's really annoying, how could it be longer than hers.

The little lady played with her eyelashes for a while, and when she came to the straight bridge of the nose, her index finger slowly slid down the bridge of the nose like a slide.

Falling from the crowd to Ming Ye's red lips, his lips are a little thin, but very soft, and every time he kisses, she always sinks into it.

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