Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Mu Ying blinked her eyes, then nodded in a daze.

Then she watched the young master turn and walk to the bed, watched him turn off the bedside lamp, then took off his pajamas, put on only his underwear, and lay down on the bed.

Mu Ying withdrew her gaze and looked up at the ceiling.

He shook his head vigorously, it was too unreal.

The young master invited her to sleep on the bed just now!

The reason is very good, I think her sleeping on the sofa will affect the rest, and they have been friends for many years, sharing a bed, as long as everyone doesn't think about it, it is normal, innocent and pure.

But, doesn't the young master know that she likes him very, very much?

Mu Ying couldn't calm down no matter what.

Young master, does he... also like her a little bit?

As soon as this thought popped up, Mu Ying immediately shook her head again.

Xiao Jiu's position in the young master's heart cannot be shaken!

However, it shouldn't be possible to be shaken at all, right?

Mu Ying felt like she was going crazy, and she couldn't sleep at all.

She found countless evidences to prove that the young master liked her, and then found countless evidences to refute it.

Turning to look at the person on the bed, can the young master sleep?

Kissed her so many times today, he didn't think about it at all?Don't want to mess around after drinking at all?

Mu Ying's heart was about to stir, why don't she find an excuse, say that the sofa is too cold, and then go to bed?

Then he pretended that he didn't sleep well, and took the opportunity to hug the young master?

Together with these thoughts, Mu Ying sternly cast aside herself. Being on the pole is not a business, and the young master can definitely see that you are so cautious, and will only despise you when the time comes.

After dispelling these thoughts, Mu Ying closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.

But Mu Ying never fell asleep, she completely lost sleepiness, the deeper the night, the stronger the desire for the person on the bed.

Just as she was suffering from the long night, the young master sat up.

Mu Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she quietly listened to the movement over there.

He went to the bathroom once and came out after a while, but instead of going directly to bed, he came to the sofa.

The young master smoothed the hair on her forehead, and then hugged her horizontally.

Mu Ying's heart was beating like a drum, she quietly opened her eyes, the room was dim, but her eyes had long adapted to the darkness, and she clearly saw the young master's side face.

The young master's expression was very calm.

It reminded her of the situation when the young master carried her out of the basement of the orphanage more than ten years ago.

At that time, she had just arrived in the orphanage, and was bullied by several other older girls. They locked her in the basement, and it was the young master who rescued her.

From that moment on, Mu Ying fell in love with the young master.

The young master said that he likes Xiao Jiu because Xiao Jiu trusts him unconditionally, and he is even flawless in Xiao Jiu's heart.

But the young master didn't know that Ah Ying had always known what the young master had done and that the young master was flawed. Even so, Ah Ying trusted the young master unconditionally.

Even if the young master is an executioner with bloody hands, Ah Ying's affection for the young master will not change.

Even if the young master goes to hell, Ah Ying will chase after him to hell.

Why can't the young master see it?

After the young master put her on the bed, he helped her put the pillows and cover the quilt, and then lay down on his side again, with his back to her.

Infinite tenderness had already stirred up in Mu Ying's heart, and the longing in her heart could not be suppressed.

She pretended that she was asleep, turned over, and hugged the young master's waist from behind presumptuously.

The young master froze, turned around slightly, and looked sideways at her behind him.

"Aying?"