First Lady

Finally, I gnawed Lanshan up and down. Although the most critical step was still missing, Mingye was already very satisfied.

Afterwards, Lan Shan lay weakly in Ming Ye's arms, with a charming crimson color on her body, both of them were a little unstable, especially Ming Ye, who felt uncomfortable and didn't dare to move, both physically and psychologically. The torment tortured him was even more difficult than being tortured.

Neither of them spoke, after a while their breathing calmed down a bit, Lan Shan suddenly thought of something and pushed Ming Ye away, and ran into the toilet.

After waiting for a while, Lanshan stuck her head out from the toilet, pouting her lips and yelling, "Mingye..."

The sound was like a kitten's claws, and Ming Ye's whole body was itchy from scratching. He immediately asked excitedly, "What's the matter, baby?" [

Lan Shan stretched out a small hand to hook him, "Come here."

Ming Ye quickly ran to Lan Shan's side as if she had been spat with chicken blood.

Lanshan pulled his head down, whispered something next to his ear, and Ming Ye's complexion instantly turned crimson, which turned out to be extraordinarily beautiful.

"Are you going or not? In such a cold day, let me go. Women can't catch cold these days."

Lan Shan thought that Ming Ye didn't plan to go, so she pouted her lips and said coquettishly, with a pitiful look on her face, which made her heart ache.

Ming Ye had no plan not to go, seeing Lan Shan acting like a spoiled child to him.

Don't talk about your heart, the whole person is almost limp into a ball, hugging Lanshan and bowing his head to take advantage of her pink lips a few times.

"Hey, just stay here and wait for me to come back. If you want to eat something, I'll ask someone from the hotel to bring it up..."

Lan Shan thought for a while, "Whatever."

These days in Japan, she is still not used to eating Japanese food.

Knowing Lan Shan's thoughts, Ming Ye pampered the bangs on Lan Shan's forehead, got dressed and went downstairs, and ran to the supermarket as fast as she could.

Then he glanced sharply at the long row of colorful sanitary napkins, then at the row of prices, and reached out to the most expensive one.

The young master doesn't know anything else, but of course the more expensive the better.

When Ming Ye walked out of the supermarket carrying a bag of 'high-end' sanitary napkins with a calm face but a churning heart, there were already a dozen people standing behind him and watched him out with indescribable gazes.

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