Bo Qichen looked down at her wet shirt, looked up at her, picked up her chin with one hand, and her voice was even lower than the night. "Do you still drink?"

She was pitifully holding his shirt, looking at the man's expression. It was dangerous. She was inexplicably scared and shook her head gently.

"Cough! I won't drink any more..."

He loosened her delicate chin, looked at a pink mark on her chin, took the ointment from his side, held her chin in one hand to prevent her from moving around, and applied the ointment on the thumb of the other hand to her chin.

His fingers were cold. It was cold when he applied it on her chin. I don't know whether it was medicine or his fingers, which made her hum comfortably.

"More, more."

This box of ointment costs tens of thousands.

His eyes were dark when he looked at her as comfortable as a kitten.

I will enjoy it.

After wiping the medicine for her, he got up from the bed, untied the expensive tie on his neck with one hand, and then untied the buttons on his shirt one by one. He didn't shy away from her until his shirt was half untied, and a voice like drooling came from his side.

He paused and turned to look at the woman staring at his upper body with wide round eyes on the bed.

Tang Qingge felt that he had a beautiful dream. In the dream, a beautiful man like an immortal waited on her to drink water and give her medicine. Not only that, he also took off his clothes in front of her.

Mom, isn't it not good for such a restrictive picture to appear in a dream?

But dreaming, what can't you do in your dream?

She sprang up from the bed and looked at the beautiful man's face, which could be seen from a distance and could not be played with, and the man's solid abdominal muscles, which were faintly exposed under the half wet shirt, and her greedy saliva.

She took another two mouthfuls of saliva. She carefully tried to stretch out her hand. Her brain was telling her that you can't touch you. If you touch you, you will die. So she was a little hesitant in her actions.

She pinched the corner of the man's shirt and looked at him eagerly.

The man's face was dark.

"I want to touch it."

She nodded as quickly as garlic.

"Have you figured out how to be responsible for the price?"

She hesitated to bite her finger, then stared at the body, and thought about the price, but after she was drunk, her brain was blocked and she couldn't figure it out.

No!

Anyway, it's a dream, so she won't be responsible!

She smiled obscene and stretched out her claws at the man.

But it was almost to the man's abdominal muscles. Suddenly, her wrist was pinched. She looked at him angrily. The man looked dark and dangerous. Tang Qingge suddenly shrunk his neck in fear.

Her eyes were facing each other. The man's face made her feel familiar.

Hey?

This face looks familiar.

"Speak."

what did you say?

She rolled her eyes and said honestly, "can I be irresponsible?"

So she wanted to touch it for nothing.

The man gave her a cold look. He suddenly stopped unbuttoning. Instead, he put on his clothes and looked back at her deeply. His eyes looked like looking at the scum girl.

Then step away.

Don't go!!

Tang Qingge watched the fat meat leave her with tears. She bit the quilt and was so distressed that she cried bitterly. Why is it so cruel to dream!

Morning, sunny

The villa in the middle of the mountain comes to the fore in a sunny and green scene. The whole mountain is the origin of Bo Qichen. There is a horse farm in front of it, and a large fruit forest behind it. Vegetables are planted next to it, all of which are green and pollution-free food.