First Lady

As soon as Bai Ling finished asking, her waist tightened suddenly, and she was pulled into Ming Ye's arms, and the scorching breath came from his body.

Bai Ling was a little flustered by the strong aura on Ming Ye's body, she didn't even notice that the water in the cup sloshed out and poured onto the clothes that Ming Ye had just changed.

The petite body was held in Ming Ye's arms, and he didn't make any more intimate movements.

But Bai Ling felt that this was more disturbing than when she tried to seduce him in the car.

Perhaps it was because of the fever that Ming Ye's eyes were not as cold as before, but instead had the same scorching heat as his body temperature. His eyes were so deep that people could look in and never come out again. [

He looked down at Bai Ling whose face was getting redder and redder, and finally said slowly:

"A person who frequently seduces his step-son and runs to his step-son's room all day, can I give him a ban?"

Bai Ling didn't dare to look into Ming Ye's eyes, the heart in her left chest was about to jump out, and she couldn't even speak in tune.

"Uh... that, I... I forgot, but didn't I fail? You are still innocent now."

Bai Ling felt that the temperature from his body was about to burn her. She wanted to push Ming Ye away, but both hands were occupied.

"Tomorrow night, don't be like this. You have a fever and your brain is not clear now. Can you drink the medicine first?"

Ming Ye lowered her head, buried it in Bai Ling's shoulder, closed her eyes, and said as if she was raving in her sleep:

"Did you know about the decline? You used to hate it, but now you hate it even more than before. What do you think should be done?"

He hated her before, and he could punish her mercilessly, but now...it's hard for him to be like before.

Or what he hates is not the current recession, but his own heart that is gradually unable to control himself.

The corner of Lan Shan's mouth twitched, please, young master, even if you hate another person, don't say it so clearly, it's very hurtful.

But now she can't argue with a patient, so she can only follow his words: "Okay, okay, I hate it, can you drink the medicine first?"

Mingye buried herself on her shoulders and refused to get up, like a child, "Don't drink it, I heard it's very bitter."