Qiao Yisha looked at his lips glistening with moisture, swallowed unconsciously, lowered her head and kissed him, imitating him by sticking out the tip of her tongue to pry open his lips. Nangong Xianyue cooperated by slightly opening her thin lips, narrowing her narrow eyes as she watched her sinking into passion.

The sound of saliva blending in the silent living room reached the ears of both of them clearly. She immersed herself in Nangong Xianyue's superb kissing skills. She didn't know when she sat astride Nangong Xianyue's legs, and their hot bodies were pressed against each other with only two layers of cloth between them.

For the first time, Qiaosha realized that his lips were so warm. It turned out that kissing was such a comfortable thing. She collapsed on him, her throat making uncontrollable groans. Nangong Xianyue's slightly cool palm stroked from her knees to her thighs, making her body tremble slightly.

When Nangong Xianyue was so engrossed in his work, his hand suddenly stopped moving. His fingertips touched a warm liquid. He pulled his head back, lowered his eyes to look at his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "Little Yisha, the wound on your leg is torn."

Qiao Yisha didn't care at all. She hooked her arm around his neck and murmured, "Don't worry about it."

Nangong Xianyue curled up his thin lips, his playful eyes darkened, "What a lunatic." He bit Qiao Yisha's lips hard.

Qiao Yisha covered her mouth and groaned in pain, "What are you doing? It hurts."

"Go and treat the wound." Nangong Xianyue picked up the handkerchief from the bedside and wiped the blood off his hands.

Qiaosha looked down at the wound and felt some pain. The gauze on her thigh was soaked with blood, and there were a few drops of blood on her white skirt. She quickly sat up.

Worried that blood would drip onto the bed, he stood up too quickly. His feet were a little stiff and he didn't kneel steadily. His hand pressed on something, and Nangong Xianyue let out a low groan.

"No... I'm sorry."

He...he was not without reaction, which meant that he still had some feelings for her, right?

She limped to the locker, took out the medicine box to treat her wound, and turned around to see Nangong Xianyue touching the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

She walked closer and bent over to take a look. It turned out that there was a cut on the corner of his mouth. "Did I do that?"

Nangong Xianyue raised an eyebrow, "Or should I do it myself?"

She smiled guiltily and looked away, only to find a striking red scratch on his fair neck. She hesitated and said, "Well, I think I scratched your neck, too."

"It doesn't matter. If I don't sleep now, it will be dawn." He yawned lazily, lay down and closed his eyes.

Different from Qiao Yisha's excited and sweet mood, Nangong Xianyue felt as if she had just drunk a sip of water, no different from usual.

Joysa changed her wrinkled skirt and lay down. "Good night."

-

During the day, Qiu Yi came to Nangong Xianyue's living room as usual. He was afraid of waking Nangong Xianyue up, so he walked lightly. When he turned around, he saw two people on the bed, hugging each other, so he quickly turned around and walked out.

He stood in the corridor, recalling the scene just now. If he was not mistaken, the shirt sleeves exposed on Qiao Yisha's body belonged to Nangong Xianyue.

Qiu Yi clenched his fists excitedly. That’s great. It won’t be long before the young master forgets Ning Wanrou.

Nangong Jinxing came up from downstairs, followed by Lan Yu'an.

"What are you doing? Why are you so happy?" She had just finished breakfast and came to visit Nangong Xianyue. Seeing Qiu Yi standing at the door with an excited look on his face, she showed a puzzled expression.

"Ahem, nothing, miss. Good morning."

"Is my brother awake?" Nangong Jinxing said as she was about to push the door open. Qiu Yi stepped forward and said, "Miss, well, the young master is still resting. You should come back to see him later."

"Get out of the way." Nangong Jinxing looked suspicious at his expression and simply turned the door open and walked in.

Lan Yu'an stopped at the door and waited. He understood that not everyone could enter Nangong Xianyue's living room.

Nangong Jinxing walked in with her arms folded, and went around to the bedroom area, where she found two people lying on the bed. It was not unusual to have two people lying on the bed, as she knew that Qiao Yisha often took care of Nangong Xianyue personally, but this was the first time they were hugging each other.

The sound of leather shoes walking woke up everyone in bed.

Qiao Yisha and Nangong Xianyue opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other. It was the first time that Qiao Yisha slept in his arms. She was stunned and didn't know how to react. What's more, there were other people in the room.

Nangong Xianyue, on the other hand, calmly withdrew his arm from under her thumb, with a lazy and impatient look, and squinted at the culprit who woke him up, "Didn't Qiu Yi tell you that I was resting?"

Qiu Yi would come to his living room at a fixed time every day. If he was awake, he would stay by his side. If he was not awake, he would stay at the door of the living room, so Qiu Yi would be the first to know whether he was awake or not.

He was grumpy, but not much.

Nangong Jinxing came back to his senses, "I said...I said, brother, you continue to sleep, I'm leaving first and will come to see you later."

Qiaosha stuck her head out from under the quilt. She really didn't know how she ended up hugging him. She had clearly changed her clothes and lay down next to him.

"Morning, Master." She curled her eyes.

Nangong Xianyue sat up, the collar of his nightgown was open, revealing his strong muscles. He shook his numb arms and said, "Now you have learned to squeeze in when you sleep."

Qiao Yisha climbed out of the quilt and said, "I don't know. Maybe the bed I slept on outside was too small and I was afraid of falling off."

"Heh, I was the one who didn't hold you down from falling off the bed last night."

Qiao Yisha turned her head to look at the space behind her. There was still room for three people to lie down, but Nangong Xianyue was squeezed to sleep on the edge of the bed.

"I'll be more careful next time." She suppressed her smile and got out of bed.

At night, Qiao Yisha's white skirt was stained with blood, so she picked up a white shirt from Nangong Xianyue's closet and put it on. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, so the shirt was very long, like a skirt, covering Qiao Yisha's hips and revealing two straight and white long legs.

But she was also tall, about 175cm, with long legs and a thin waist, and she was strolling in the dim living room in a white shirt. Nangong Xianyue looked at her slender and sexy back with an interested expression.

Qiao Yisha used mouthwash to rinse Nangong Xianyue's mouth, filled a basin with warm water and placed it at the head of the bed, wrung the towel half dry, and wiped his body with it.

Nangong Xianyue took off her nightgown and threw it aside, wearing only a pair of underwear, revealing her perfect inverted triangle figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Although she had a lot of muscles, she still looked thin, with a thin layer of muscle covering her face. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that these muscles were the result of training and were not just for show.

She had done this countless times, and this time, maybe because of the passionate experience she had last night, her throat felt a little dry.

She didn't dare to look into Nangong Xianyue's eyes. She quickly wiped her chest and then washed the towel to wipe his back. After helping him wipe his body and change his clothes, she went to wash herself.

When I came out of the bathroom, the servant brought in two breakfasts, and Qiu Yi came in with them.

Qiu Yi saw the wounds on the two men's lips and the scratches on Nangong Xianyue's neck. Not only him, but anyone would wonder what happened to them last night.

Qiao Yisha stopped the maid and asked her to find the maid who helped her up yesterday and bring her some clothes. She was still wearing Nangong Xianyue's shirt, which looked a bit indecent.

"Okay, Miss Isa." The servant walked out with the tray, her heart burning with gossip. Miss Isa! And the young master! That!

The servants were quietly cleaning the room. Qiao Yisha and Nangong Xianyue were eating breakfast while sitting on a chair and on the bed respectively, with Qiu Yi standing by.

There was a knock on the living room door. Qiu Yi went to open it and came back to report, "It was Miss Mu En who came to visit you, and she brought A Wu with her."

Nangong Xianyue put down the cutlery and wiped the corners of her mouth with her hands, "Did you say anything?"

“I didn’t say anything specific.”

"Let them in."

Qiu Yi led them in. The two were stunned when they saw Qiao Yisha sitting on the sofa, especially Awu, whose expression changed obviously when he saw the men's shirt she was wearing.

Of course, they also saw the wounds on their lips and the scratch on Nangong Xianyue's neck.

Joysa glanced at them indifferently and continued to eat her breakfast.

"Cousin, how is your injury?" Mu En spoke first.

"You're still far from dead, but I do have something to ask you." His voice was not loud, but his aura made people feel oppressive. The servant lowered his head, removed his tableware, and carefully left the room.

Mu En bit his lip, his eyes filled with mist.

"Banquet Hall, why did you leave without permission?"

"I, I just wanted to say a few words to Mr. Y, but I didn't expect..." Mu En covered his face and choked up, "I know I was wrong, and Miss Isa has already taught me a lesson."

She felt that Nangong Xianyue would think that Qiao Yisha did not take the Nangong family seriously if she knew that a servant dared to teach her a lesson, so she said this seemingly unintentionally.

But Nangong Xianyue had long been accustomed to Qiao Yisha's willful behavior, and acted as if she didn't hear it. "Mu En, for the sake of my aunt, I will give you one more chance. In the Nangong family, just remember one sentence and obey absolutely. Do you understand?"

The responsibility for this matter does not lie with Mu En. Long Junshen had this plan and would have found an opportunity to do it anytime, but something just happened to go wrong on her part.

"Got it, thank you cousin." Mu En's face was gentle, but his eyes were full of sinisterness.

Mu En and A Wu walked out, both full of anger.

"Chief, she, how could she..." She had finally gone from being nothing to being an ordinary person, and then suddenly became Nangong Xianyue's bedmate.

"It's really not simple. I underestimated this servant." Mu En's previous submissiveness completely disappeared, and he became a completely different person.

"What should we do, Chief? Will she take back your position in the Wangyue Group? When she comes back, none of us will have a good life." Awu said worriedly. After all, she had made things difficult for Qiao Yisha before, and it was not impossible that Qiao Yisha wanted to take revenge on her.

Mu En smiled slightly. Take it back? If it's not hers, then no one else wants it.

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