In the early morning, the weather was excellent. The sun shone in and cast a golden light. A few birds flying from nowhere stood on the branches that had sprouted new buds and chirped. They were not too noisy, but a little bit...
The feeling of spring.【】
Zhong Qingye was woken up, and she tried her best to open her sore eyelids, only to feel a bright golden light in front of her eyes, which stung her eyes. She had to close her eyes again, but she could still feel the dazzling light on her eyelids.
It must be the Yanzi guy who forgot to close the curtain again...
She cursed a few times in her mind, and after getting used to it, she slowly opened her eyes.
What comes into view is an exquisite face, unrivaled in elegance, and thrillingly enchanting. Her eyebrows are like ink, her eyes are narrow and charming, tightly closed, and her slender and thick eyelashes are simply enviable. The bridge of her nose is as straight as a stone sculpture, with
With a strange and arrogant expression on her face, her thin lips pursed slightly, she lay quietly beside Zhong Qingye. Their faces were less than an inch apart, and she could even feel the man's long breath gently brushing against her cheek.
superior.
Looking sideways, the two people's ink-colored hair is ambiguously intertwined together, like blooming ink lotus, and it is impossible to tell who belongs to them.
Zhong Qingye was stunned, her mouth was wide open, her expression was dull, and saliva almost flowed from the corner of her mouth. Of course, she was not drooling from this man, but...
She doesn’t even know this guy!!
Sitting up from the bed, Zhong Qingye was horrified to find that he had something on his body! And those dense purple marks clearly foreshadowed everything that happened last night.
His whole body was sore, as if his whole body had been broken up and put back together again. Waves of vague dull pain were stimulating Zhong Qingye's mind every second.
Zhong Qingye sat in a daze with his upper body bare for two minutes, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair hard, messing up his shiny black hair.
I can’t remember! I can’t remember! I can’t remember!
What happened last night? Who is this man? What did they do?!
Zhong Qingye wanted to go crazy, she couldn't think of anything!
Just as she was desperately pulling her hair, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar color out of the corner of her eye. The movement of her hand paused, and Zhong Qingye stretched out her arm with great effort, and took out a hair from under the messy clothes on one side.
thing.
It was an iron-colored mask, with a snarling wolf meticulously carved on it using a branding method. The entire mask was cold and cold, and reflected the sunlight brightly on her white fingertips.
This mask is not unfamiliar to her, it is even more familiar to her. Because she gets it every day, this is Qi Mo's mask.
But the question is, why is Qi Mo's mask here? No, I should say, how could Qi Mo take off the mask? Didn't he say that he promised a person that he would never take off the mask?
etc……
Qi Mo’s…mask?
Zhong Qingye held the mask, blinked his eyes, and turned his head dully, looking at the sleepy man on the other side. Could this man who is more beautiful than a woman be...
Ice cube face full of ink?!
Zhong Qingye was petrified.
Maybe using beauty to describe a man is not appropriate, but God testifies, Zhong Qingye has never felt that her vocabulary is so lacking. Apart from this word, she doesn't know what to use to describe it more appropriately.
etc!
Now is not the time to think about this, right?!
The current situation is that she and Qi Mo... slept with each other?
Zhong Qingye's eyes suddenly widened to the extreme, and the mask in her hand seemed to suddenly turn into a savage beast. She shrank her hands in fright, and the mask fell on the soft quilt without even making a sound.
Somewhere in my heart suddenly calmed down, after knowing that the other party was Qi Mo...
Zhong Qingye's face suddenly felt like it was on fire. She stretched out her hands to cover her mouth and nose, her eyes widened in horror, full of confusion and bewilderment. It is true that she came from modern times, and she did not value chastity as much as the ancients, but as a
Women, you can't just be unfazed by someone sleeping with you for no reason, right?
Besides...this is Zhong Qingye's first time.
In the past, in modern times, she was either busy with tasks or tedious training. Let alone boyfriends, she rarely made even ordinary friends. After all, her status was different, and it was difficult for her to have common topics with others.
Therefore, even though the bodies are not the same, this is indeed her first time.
It was the first time in her life that she had such an intimate act with someone...it was obvious that she and Qi Mo...were just a cooperative relationship.
At this point...is it really just a cooperative relationship?
Zhong Qingye suddenly felt a little confused. He didn't even dare to look at Mo's face. He hurriedly took some clothes and put them on. He didn't care if they were his own, jumped off the bed and ran out of the house.
Her body was unusually heavy, and the tearing pain between her legs became even more unbearable after being stimulated, but Zhong Qingye couldn't care about anything. She just wanted to leave, far away. For the first time in her life, she was like this.
Fear of being close to a person.
She stumbled along the way. Fortunately, it was very early and most of the slaves had not gotten up, so no one saw her leaving in embarrassment. The door of the room slammed shut, and the man who was lying on the bed and sleeping with his eyes closed slowly opened the door.
Thick eyelashes were pointing in the direction of the girl leaving in panic, her expression was like a stone sinking into the ocean, hard to fathom.
Zhong Qingye ran all the way. After running very far, she remembered that this was not the Zhong Mansion. She had no room to go to. It was still very cold in the early morning of March. When the cold wind blew, her whole body felt sore, painful, cold, and uncomfortable.
To the extreme, Zhong Qingye had no choice but to reach out and hug himself, leaning softly against the rugged rockery.
Even if she didn't lean up, she wouldn't feel it. Once her body found a point of support, all her strength seemed to disappear in an instant. She gradually lost the ability to stand. She slowly squatted down, huddled at the foot of the rockery, and hugged herself tightly.
Zhong Qingye didn't cry because she didn't feel sad, but she had mixed feelings in her heart. She didn't know what she was thinking. An unbearable fatigue enveloped her whole body and mind.
Very, very tired.
The crystal eyes lost their luster and closed little by little, their expressions were blurred and they were about to faint.
There were footsteps approaching, but she didn't even have the strength to look back. She could only huddle on the ground like a mollusk. She felt the footsteps gradually getting closer to her, and a pair of hands gently went around her shoulders, enveloping her.