Xiao Lingyue's heart was in a mess. She forced herself not to think too much, but she couldn't help but quietly raised her head, exposed half of her eyes, and peeked secretly from the man's broad shoulders.
Hopefully there aren’t too many people along the way…
Just thought so.
Xiao Lingyue caught a glimpse of a row of guards not far outside the warehouse, facing the wall, with their heads lowered, as if they were thinking about it while facing the wall, standing silently in the corner.
Not far in front of them, a rough servant girl was kneeling on the ground, looking stunned.
Xiao Lingyue met the eyes of this maid.
"..."
She lowered her head in embarrassment, hiding her face, and stretched out her hand to squeeze the man's shoulder hard.
Tighten very hard.
Zhan Beihan frowned in pain, but he didn't stop walking and patted her butt naturally.
"be honest!"
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
She was almost so stiff that she burst into tears, her face was so red it felt like it was burning, and she suddenly no longer dared to act like a monster.
I didn't dare to look up all the way, immersed in embarrassment and shame.
My mind seemed to be filled with a ball of paste.
It wasn't until Zhan Beihan kicked the door open and put her on the bed that Xiao Lingyue recovered from the shock and embarrassment.
"Are you stupid?" Zhan Beihan bent down in front of her, reached out and pinched her face.
A bit hot to the touch.
Xiao Lingyue's eyes flashed, and there was suddenly a fierce light in her eyes.
In the blink of an eye, she grabbed the man's shirt, pushed him down, turned over and sat on his waist, and grabbed his collar in anger and asked, "Asshole, have you had enough?"
Zhan Beihan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, but had no intention of resisting and lay down on his back on the bed.
His waist and abdomen felt heavy, and she pressed him up angrily.
"So proactive?"
The man curled his lips in a funny way, put his hand on her waist, and licked the corners of his lips ambiguously.
"You like being up there?"
Her waist is very thin.
People who practice martial arts all year round have strong waists, which are thin and flexible and can be easily bent into any angle.
Zhan Beihan stretched out his hand to clasp it on, and with a gentle squeeze of his hands, he could hold her waist in the palm of his hand, which was so thin that it couldn't be broken.
Xiao Lingyue didn't react at first, but then she laughed angrily: "Can you think of something else in your mind?"
"In this posture, if I can think of anything else, you should reflect on yourself."
"..."
Xiao Lingyue was angry and funny: "That's ridiculous!"
Zhan Beihan was dissatisfied: "This is the right relationship between husband and wife."
"A couple who defends each other from stabbing each other?"
Xiao Lingyue snorted coldly, then frowned: "I'm not kidding you, what on earth do you want to do? You brought me back specially, who do you want to show it to?"
Zhan Beihan: "..."
"Who is that outside the warehouse? Is someone eavesdropping on us?"
Xiao Lingyue asked again.
Zhan Beihan: "..."
The beautiful gesture and the ambiguous atmosphere were all disturbed by this woman's words.
Zhan Beihan's face turned dark: "No!"
Xiao Lingyue didn't believe it: "I saw it all, who is that maid kneeling on the ground?"
Zhan Beihan gritted his teeth in anger: "That's just an ordinary maid, no one else!"
"How could an ordinary maid appear in the warehouse by such a coincidence? Have you asked clearly? When did she come? Did she hear the conversation between me and you... Hiss!"
Before Xiao Lingyue could finish her suspicious questioning, the man pinched her waist so hard that she gasped in shock.
She slapped his hand away with a raised eyebrow: "Stop making trouble! Let me talk to you about business!"