you are a star

In the dead of night, only a warm yellow wall lamp was turned on in the bedroom. In the dim light, a woman was lying on his bed, still wearing his bathrobe, sleeping deeply.

After staring at her silently for a while, Liang Feicheng stretched out his right hand and turned her left side.

The fingerprints on his face were even clearer than what he had seen in the hallway before.

Before that, she should have used something like concealer to cover it up a little bit. If she is old or the lighting is dim, it is not easy to see.

Her skin was cold and fair, and after removing the concealer, her finger prints made blemishes appear on the originally beautiful and delicate face.

Liang Feicheng frowned slightly.

She was in a deep sleep, and he wasn't in the mood to do anything to a sleeping person.

The coldly shaved Adam's apple slid up and down, and he gradually suppressed the lust surging in his eyes.

After a while, there was a faint sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

Liang Feicheng walked out while fastening the belt of his bathrobe, and the broken hair on his forehead was still a little wet.

He looked over calmly, his dark brown pupils trembled almost imperceptibly.

People have woken up.

Qiao Nan sat on the edge of the bed, his two thin white legs looming under the hem of the bathrobe, which made people think.

Liang Feicheng's eyes gradually deepened.

Damn it, the body that just took a bath reacted!

Seeing him wearing a dark gray bathrobe, Qiao Nan looked down subconsciously, and whispered, "Young Master San, won't you mind?"

Liang Feicheng has never been gentle in matters of love, let alone has much patience. She no longer has so many clothes for him to tear.

But she also understood that he would not be patient or gentle with her.

Liang Feicheng's expression was stern, and he looked silent. Qiao Nan guessed that he must be angry, and his heart was beating fast, and he added: "I can't wear nothing after I take a shower."

A shadow fell in front of him.

She raised her head suddenly, and Liang Feicheng walked in front of her. The fragrance of his fresh bath entered her nostrils domineeringly, and as his hand reached into the neckline of the bathrobe, her whole body became stiff.

"Nothing underneath?" The man's usual cold voice was a little hoarse.

Qiao Nan subconsciously grasped the "disturbed" hand on her chest, and his breathing became a little disordered.

However, in the next second, Liang Feicheng pushed her back and fell on the bed.

She exclaimed, and the rest of her voice was blocked by a slightly cool lip.

Liang Feicheng lifted her chin, pressed her into the soft quilt, deepened the kiss, stroked her waist with his slender fingers, and pulled the belt of the bathrobe away.

Action is still strong.

Qiao Nan trembled in pain, opened his eyes and saw the man's dark brown pupils were faintly red, and backed away in fright, Liang Feicheng pulled her back again and again.

After several tosses, Qiao Nan couldn't resist and fell asleep...

Liang Feicheng sat on the bedside and lit a cigarette. The woman beside him was already fast asleep.

The little face exposed outside the quilt was dripping with sweat, there were still undried tears in the corners of the eyes, a few strands of fine hair stuck to the cheeks, and the lips that used to be faintly like cherry blossom petals now showed an attractive red.

A dangerous dark light gradually emerged from the depths of Liang Feicheng's eyes.

He exhaled smoke, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, turned around and lifted the quilt and covered it again!

The sleeping person felt unwell, frowned, and snorted, she didn't know what she was talking about: "Third brother...it hurts..."

Liang Feicheng's body froze suddenly, and his movements froze for a moment.

He looked at her tired little face quietly, his eyes filled with turbulent waves, but disappeared after a while.

She closed her eyes, in her sleep.

Liang Feicheng let go of her, got off the bed, and took two steps, the person behind him sobbed softly.

He stopped for a moment, listening to her muttering, "Why don't you believe me... no... I didn't harm Uncle Liang..."

The expression on Liang Feicheng's side face hidden in the shadow was difficult to discern.

Qiao Nan woke up in Liang Feicheng's bed the next morning.

When she opened her eyes and looked at the intricately patterned ceiling, she thought for a moment that she was dreaming.

But soon, the abnormality in her body reminded her of what happened last night, and she didn't go back to the utility room at all!

She was so frightened that she quickly turned over, her legs were weak, she fell forward, rolled out of the bed with the quilt, and fell onto the carpet.

This was the first time for her to sleep till dawn on Liang Feicheng's bed!
Looking up at the clock on the bedside table, the servants are already busy at this time.

If she didn't go out, she might be seen spending the night in Liang Feicheng's room.

She ran into the bathroom in a panic, only to realize that she didn't feel sticky at all, and felt refreshed.

She was startled, it was Liang Feicheng...

Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe it.

She took a deep breath and found the clothes she put away last night from the deepest part of the bathroom cabinet.

After changing, the moment the bedroom door was opened, footsteps came from the cloakroom.

She looked over subconsciously, Liang Feicheng's hand on the tie stopped, and he pulled out the tie expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Tie it on for me."

Qiao Nan hesitated for a moment, met Liang Feicheng's uncompromising gaze, tightened his hand on the doorknob, let go, and walked over.

Rao is Qiao Nan's height of 1.7 meters, which is only up to Liang Feicheng's chin.

She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her hands around his neck, and suddenly a man's hoarse voice came from her ear: "I met Yu Wenzhou last night."

The ears are the most sensitive part of Qiao Nan's body, and Liang Feicheng's warm breath from talking so close was sprayed on her skin.

She trembled, and threw herself on Liang Feicheng.

She let go of his neck suddenly and said hastily, "I'm sorry."

Liang Feicheng put his palm on her waist, stabilizing her body.

He looked deeply at her red ears and the goosebumps on her delicate skin, his palms pressed closer to her waist, and his breathing gradually sank.

"Speaking of Yu Wenzhou, are you so nervous?"

She shook her head and denied: "I'm not nervous, I just met by chance last night."

"Really?" His tail sound was a little uncertain, "It's a coincidence every time?"

Qiao Nan suddenly felt very sad. After so many days, he tried to explain to himself: "Did the third master see what I did with Yu Wenzhou? If you don't believe me, you can ask Fan Qi."

Like Xiao Jiu, Fan Qi is also Liang Feicheng's most trusted confidant. Liang Feicheng should believe his words, right?

She spoke in a hurry, with a hint of anger from embarrassment.

Liang Feicheng looked at her calmly with lowered eyes, and an imperceptible possessive desire gradually appeared in his eyes, "I don't like my man being ambiguous with other men, you just need to remember to keep your duty."

Qiao Nan's face turned pale slightly, his duty...

Is it my duty to be Liang Feicheng's bed warming tool?Or is it the duty of being a broken shoe?
She nodded and said in a low voice, "I see, Third Young Master."

Liang Feicheng suddenly pushed her away, returning to his usual aloofness and dignity, and said indifferently, "Get out!"

Qiao Nan didn't want to stay for a moment, opened the door and ran out.

With a gloomy expression, Liang Feicheng tore off his half-tied tie, went back to the cloakroom and stood in front of the mirror, and skillfully tied it on himself.