Lan Mu snorted coldly, "It's a waste not to use your face as a city wall."

Yan Zao was wearing thin pajamas, not underwear, and shining under the light, and his figure was looming.

Walking past Lan Mu, the fragrance of shower gel passed by Lan Mu's nose.

Yan Zao knew that Lan Mu was calling her thick-skinned, so she turned her head and raised her eyebrows at Lan Mu in a funny way, "Have you done it with your skin?"

Otherwise, how could he know that his face could be a city wall?

She curled her lips and said backwards like a child in the rebellious period. Lan Mu gritted her teeth and rushed forward, hugged Yan Zao, and threw her onto the bed.

"You just knew to talk back to me!"

With both hands, they found her hands, clasped her fingers tightly, and pressed her hands on the mattress.

Firmly secure.

Yan Zao struggled for two times and gave up.

Next, they looked at each other and their expressions were stunned.

Lan Mu's hand was a little loose, Yan Zao's fingers moved, and his face unknowingly turned red to his neck.

She took the opportunity to break away from Lan Mu's hand, "Lan Mu, get up."

Because of shyness, the voice sounded a little glutinous, as if it was coquettish. Lan Mu's bones were sore, and his heart softened without being controlled. He leaned over and hugged the woman beneath him.

The woman twisted restlessly and pushed him, and his commanding tone, "Don't move."

Even he himself was surprised to be gentle, and he was stunned with Yan Zao.

He looked up and wanted to see the reaction of the woman beneath him. Seeing her eyes staring like a gong, she looked at her at a loss, her cheeks were red, and she was obviously shy.

He raised his mouth proudly, put his face on his face, pressed his head down, and rested on the woman's chest.

The hair above Lan Mu's head touched Yan Zao's chin, and itched a little. Yan Zao instinctively raised his hands to block it, hugged Lan Mu's head, "Don't move."

The same gentle tone contained a bit of doting.

The arrogant man actually moved down obediently, lying down obediently and gentlely, without moving.

The lights in the house were still on and were brightly lit. Even if they were sleepy and fighting with their upper and lower eyelids, they still couldn't bear to move, for fear of breaking this rare harmony and comfort.

...

When she woke up the next day, Lan Mu was no longer seen by her side. Yan Zao looked at the pillow and then looked at her chest. The picture of the last night broke into her mind, like a dream.

She turned over and hugged the pillow.

Suddenly, a crisp...harsh girl's voice came from the door, "Why haven't you gotten up yet?"

Yan Zao was so scared that he got up and looked at the door.

Zhong Fei'er was holding a chicken wing in her hand and leaning against the door frame. She ate her mouth and hands full of oil. She must have eaten more than this chicken wing.

She stared at Yan Zao with disgust while gnawing the chicken wings.

Yan Zao was very unhappy, "Don't you know knocking on the door when you enter?"

A wealthy daughter, don’t you understand this politeness?

Zhong Fei'er said, "I'll see if you're awake. If you haven't woken up, will I knock on the door and wake you up?"

While she was talking, the chicken wings in her hand were finished gnawing.

His eyes swept around Yan Zao's bedroom, and saw the trash can. He walked over and threw the bones into the trash can, then went to the bedside table and sucked two pieces of paper to wipe his hands.

There was no stranger at all, as if she was in her own room.

This kid is really... annoying!!!

Yan Zao ignored her, lifted the quilt with a cold face and got out of bed, and entered the bathroom.

close the door.
Chapter completed!