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She could even vaguely feel that this man was kissing her, from the lips to the earlobe, from the neck to the collarbone. Although there was no further move, it seemed that she had fallen into a fascinating dream.

Moreover, this dream is so real. ． ． ． ． ．When she woke up in the morning, she stared blankly. ． ． ． ． ．

If he didn't see that there was no one around him, he would almost think that the dream was real.

It was Ye Siluo who came back to this bedroom in the middle of the night, hugged her and did all the boudoir things that made her feel ashamed and unspeakable.

However, although there is no one around, why is there a very familiar masculine breath in the air?

It seems to be, it seems to be. ． ． ． ． ．What she was used to smelling was the scent that was unique to Yesilo. ． ． ． ． ．

The hand involuntarily explored the quilt next to it, and it was still warm in the quilt——

It seems that he did come last night, and put the picture album in her hand on the bedside table.

But why didn't he wake himself up?

Since she moved into Leng Yu's house, he didn't seem to have violated her again.

Why did he do this?Do you want to impress her with this little tenderness?

No, Yesilo doesn't seem like the kind of person who can play the card of tenderness so shyly, his character is straight and straight, and he won't turn around like this!

So, did he really suppress his desire for her sake?

My heart is in a mess, like a barren weed growing out of order.

Cheng Liuli got up, cleaned herself up neatly, walked to the lobby on the first floor, grabbed a servant at random and asked, "Where is Master Luo?"

"Young Master Luo got up very early today and left before dawn." The servant stopped what he was doing and replied respectfully.

"Oh." Cheng Liuli nodded, and at the same time concealed her panic. It seems that Ye Siluo really came back last night and spent the night in the bedroom.

However, he didn't wake her up to show her animal desire, on the contrary, he left in a hurry before dawn.

With a complicated and inexplicable mood, Cheng Liuli ate her breakfast in a hurry, and climbed up step by step along the long winding white spiral staircase, and unknowingly, she reached the highest floor of the entire building.

She had never been to the top floor of this building, and originally just wanted to go back to the bedroom, but unexpectedly, she was so preoccupied along the way that she went up the stairs to the corridor on the top floor.

Although the top floor was also cleaned spotlessly, it was obvious that no one lived there.

Cheng Liuli glanced at it, and was about to go downstairs when the corner of her eyes suddenly caught the light coming from behind a door.

The rooms here should usually have closed doors, but at this moment, a door is ajar, and the golden sunlight in the morning jumps and falls on the floor, forming a strong contrast with the darkness of the corridor.

It should be that the servants forgot to close the door after cleaning.

Cheng Liuli thought for a while, but still walked over gently, trying to close the door that the servant had missed.

But when she stood in front of that door and looked up, she saw the oil painting hanging in front of the room.

In the painting is a dazzlingly beautiful young woman, and a little boy about five or six years old who is held by the young woman's hand.

With just one glance, she recognized the boy's piercing eyes and the familiar handsome outline in the painting.

As if possessed, she involuntarily opened the door and walked in.

She could even vaguely feel that this man was kissing her, from the lips to the earlobe, from the neck to the collarbone. Although there was no further move, it seemed that she had fallen into a fascinating dream.

Moreover, this dream is so real. ． ． ． ． ．When she woke up in the morning, she stared blankly. ． ． ． ． ．

If he didn't see that there was no one around him, he would almost think that the dream was real.

It was Ye Siluo who came back to this bedroom in the middle of the night, hugged her and did all the boudoir things that made her feel ashamed and unspeakable.

However, although there is no one around, why is there a very familiar masculine breath in the air?

It seems to be, it seems to be. ． ． ． ． ．What she was used to smelling was the scent that was unique to Yesilo. ． ． ． ． ．

The hand involuntarily explored the quilt next to it, and it was still warm in the quilt——

It seems that he did come last night, and put the picture album in her hand on the bedside table.

But why didn't he wake himself up?

Since she moved into Leng Yu's house, he didn't seem to have violated her again.

Why did he do this?Do you want to impress her with this little tenderness?

No, Yesilo doesn't seem like the kind of person who can play the card of tenderness so shyly, his character is straight and straight, and he won't turn around like this!

So, did he really suppress his desire for her sake?

My heart is in a mess, like a barren weed growing out of order.

Cheng Liuli got up, cleaned herself up neatly, walked to the lobby on the first floor, grabbed a servant at random and asked, "Where is Master Luo?"

"Young Master Luo got up very early today and left before dawn." The servant stopped what he was doing and replied respectfully.

"Oh." Cheng Liuli nodded, and at the same time concealed her panic. It seems that Ye Siluo really came back last night and spent the night in the bedroom.

However, he didn't wake her up to show her animal desire, on the contrary, he left in a hurry before dawn.

With a complicated and inexplicable mood, Cheng Liuli ate her breakfast in a hurry, and climbed up step by step along the long winding white spiral staircase, and unknowingly, she reached the highest floor of the entire building.

She had never been to the top floor of this building, and originally just wanted to go back to the bedroom, but unexpectedly, she was so preoccupied along the way that she went up the stairs to the corridor on the top floor.

Although the top floor was also cleaned spotlessly, it was obvious that no one lived there.

Cheng Liuli glanced at it, and was about to go downstairs when the corner of her eyes suddenly caught the light coming from behind a door.

The rooms here should usually have closed doors, but at this moment, a door is ajar, and the golden sunlight in the morning jumps and falls on the floor, forming a strong contrast with the darkness of the corridor.

It should be that the servants forgot to close the door after cleaning.

Cheng Liuli thought for a while, but still walked over gently, trying to close the door that the servant had missed.

But when she stood in front of that door and looked up, she saw the oil painting hanging in front of the room.

In the painting is a dazzlingly beautiful young woman, and a little boy about five or six years old who is held by the young woman's hand.

With just one glance, she recognized the boy's piercing eyes and the familiar handsome outline in the painting.

As if possessed, she involuntarily opened the door and walked in.