Cang Qiao played with the wine glass in his hand and said slowly: "My dear lady, what did you promise to our family?"
I shuddered when I heard that he suddenly called himself "our family" in such a demonic and evil way after a long absence.
Ming Lanruo felt a little guilty: "Ans...what did you promise?"
Cang Qiao smiled and raised her body slightly: "You really don't want to reward me, my dear lady, do you really want to play tricks on me when you invite me to our house today?"
The smiling tone already contained an undisguised threat.
Ming Lanruo looked at him and leaned forward, the lines of his slender neck and chest became clearer and sexy, and a little blush appeared in his hazy eyes.
"Thank you...what does Aqiao want?" She slowly climbed out of the bucket wrapped in a soaked cloth.
This time, Cang Qiao didn't kick her bucket, and looked at her standing wet in front of him, with her thin wet hair sticking to her fair and small face, like a bunch of roses that had just been soaked in wine.
human form.
He narrowed his dark phoenix eyes.
The urge to break the rose petals made his breathing become hot.
Ming Lanruo looked down at him, then suddenly reached out to hold his face and raised it, making him look at her.
Her fingertips went all the way from his forehead to his delicate jaw, Adam's apple... all the way down to his collarbone and chest: "Ah Qiao, why don't you speak? What reward do you want?"
Cang Qiao took a breath and smiled. His rose bush had thorns, which made his heart feel... painful and itchy.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her onto him, making her sit astride him facing him, and pulled off the wet and useless veil on her body.
"As a reward...this pot of fruit wine is ready." Cang Qiao casually took the pot of wine and asked with a smile: "My dear lady, did you know that there is a bowl in the world called the Beauty Bowl?"
Ming Lanruo felt dizzy and leaned against him without any strength: "What is the Beauty Bowl?"
The cold wine fell into the small jade-white depression on her collarbone, making her shiver from the cold, but she felt a little more awake.
His smiling and hoarse voice sounded in her ears: "This is the Beauty Bowl."
Then his thin lips touched the collarbone.
Ming Lanruo trembled all over, and the thin skin on his legs was scratched with goosebumps by the three-dimensional gold dragon and python embroidery on his body. She hummed in shame: "Aren't you going to take it off?"
He smiled: "If you don't take it off, doesn't the little lady not like me taking it off?"
Cang Qiao licked the water around her thin lips, with a wanton smile on her brows and eyes: "Okay, little lady, I'm going to drink. Sit down, but don't move."
Beauty is like wine, wine does not intoxicate people, people become intoxicated themselves.
Roses soaked in fragrant wine, Revlon.
...
Ming Lanruo didn't know how she fell asleep. She spent a ridiculous night on the table and chair, and rewarded a needy... evildoer with a pot of cold wine!
She vaguely felt that he hugged her, cleaned her up, and then fell asleep in his arms.
I just don’t know how long it has been...
"Ah ah ah, I want my mother, you old thing, you threw me out again, please let me go..."
"Shut up, your mother..."
The angry scream of the little baby instantly made Ming Lanruo instinctively open her eyes and sit up.
Just like a cub being bullied, a mother animal will instinctively protect her cub. She immediately jumped out of bed, staggered, and fell to the ground with weak legs.
