Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Mu Qing paused briefly, with a suppressed storm deep in his eyes. She kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes with pity, her movements were very gentle and slow.

Bu Jia nestled in Mu Qing's arms, her body a little tired, her misty eyes staring blankly into the darkness, and a soft and cool touch came from her wrist.

He raised his hand, unable to see clearly, but saw a brilliant silver light flowing around his wrist, which was astonishingly beautiful.

The confusion in Bujia's eyes slowly dissipated, and he touched the mobile phone on the bedside. The screen lit up, and he could see clearly what was on his wrist.

It was a woven bracelet, all silver in color. He touched it with his fingertips in a daze, cautiously.

The silver threads, which are as thin as green silk, are very soft. In the dark night, with only the light source of the mobile phone shining on them, they are so beautiful and dreamy.

Bujia's heart was pounding. He felt that he had never seen anything so beautiful before, and he felt that such a thing should belong to him.

He turned to look at Mu Qing, his eyes bright and his tone a little higher than usual, "Is this a birthday gift for me?"

Mu Qing nodded, Bu Jia's white fingertips fell on Mu Qing's hair, gently tossing her short silver hair, with a slight smile in her eyes, "Did brother make it with hair?"

The boy's hands were not honest, and his fingertips quickly fell from the hair to the eyebrows, then the bridge of the nose, and then the lips. A touch of snow-white penetrated into the seam of her bright red lips, and the gentle and cherished touch also changed the taste.

Mu Qing's eyes dimmed, her white teeth gently bit his fingertips, she held his wrist and took his hand out.

Then she hugged him tightly and pressed his body hard into her arms. Her body's desire was already too strong.

Bu Jia's warm cheeks gained another touch of heat, and his breathing was a little disordered. He looked at her with a pair of innocent and clear eyes, as if he didn't know what he had done, and waved his wrist in front of Mu Qing.

The silver bracelet shimmered with light.

His voice was sweet and soft, "Then wouldn't it be easy to break?"

Mu Qing had already pounced on him like a wild beast, burying herself in his neck and biting him.

The young man sank deeply into the soft quilt, let out a delicate cry, frowned, and laughed again, like a naughty child who was playing pranks, pure, innocent, and evil.

His hand was still dangling in front of her eyes, and his white legs clamped her waist, "Brother, you haven't told me yet, what should I do if it breaks."

Mu Qing raised her head from the crook of his neck. Her fair and fair face was soaked with desire, and her deep eyes were a little scary. She pressed the young man's waist hard and said in a low voice, "My dear, you are not good at all." Not stupid..."

When it comes to seducing people, he is dexterous and easy to do, and he is self-taught.

The boy's cheeks were stained with a sickly flush, and he smiled crookedly.

The next day, Bujia woke up and it was already three o'clock in the morning.

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground in the bedroom.

Mu Qing opened the door, and the young man was sitting on the carpet with a confused look on his face, with a quilt covering his waist. The red marks on his body were like winter plums falling on the thin snow. The red and white contrasted with each other, giving him a fragile and delicate beauty.

Mu Qing walked over and picked up Bu Jia, placed him on the bed again, and went to the closet to find clothes for him.

Bujia lay weakly on the bed, his whole body was shabby, his hair was fluffy and messy, he looked very lethargic, but his cheeks were white and rosy, but he looked like a vixen who had absorbed enough yang energy, and he looked very energetic.

Mu Qing went over to hold him on her lap and dress him.

Bu Jia pouted unhappily, pinched Mu Qing's waist, and then her thigh. Seeing her expression remained unchanged, he said, "It's not fair, it's so unfair."

Mu Qing knew what he was talking about, with a smile in his eyes but said nothing.

Yesterday it was he who pestered her and said "I want her more" countless times, and now it was he who had a sore back and weak legs.

Bujia also felt strange. Yesterday he was immersed in it and was tireless no matter how much it was tossed over and over. Today, when he got up, it was as if thunder had struck his body several times yesterday.

It seems that I will have to exercise some restraint in the future.

After dinner, the two of them sat on the sofa. Bu Jia rested his head on Mu Qing's thigh. He didn't want to watch the movie in front of him and just felt sleepy.

He yawned delicately, and the only thing he cared about most was, "Brother, how long can you stay this time?"

"You can stay here forever."

Bujia's eyes lit up.

Mu Qing put her hand on his soft hair and stroked it gently, "However, if there are things that I can't push away from work and school, I will go back for a few days."

Even so, Bujia was satisfied. He smiled contentedly, rubbed his cheek on his knees, closed his eyes, and fell asleep quickly.

Mu Qing carried him to the bedroom and somehow fell asleep with him.

In her trance, someone was lying between her knees, looking up to reveal a beautiful and delicate face.

The young man's lips were red and his teeth were white. When he smiled, his eyes were curved and very gentle. The moles at the corners of his eyes were highlighted in broad daylight, adding another layer of dazzling beauty.