Although they had done it many times, she was still not used to such a frank and frank meeting face to face.

He approached her naturally, dipped his hands in shower gel, and applied it gently on her body bit by bit.

The soft, warm touch made her take a breath of air.

For a long time, she lowered her chin in an exploratory manner, looked at him and said, "My lower face hurts... I can't do it anymore."

"Who wants to have sex with you..." This woman thought he was tough. He had a dark look on his face, but he still spoke calmly.

"That's good."

"Turn around..." He moved his lips.

She turned around as told.

He rubbed the shower gel all over her back bit by bit, with extremely gentle movements. Everywhere he went, she felt itchy, unbearable...

The next second, he came close to her, his chin pressed against her shoulder covered with shower gel, rubbed it, bit her earlobe and said, "Do you feel comfortable..." His hands stretched restlessly from behind to clasp her earlobe.

Feng|full, knead|knead.

"Well..." She took a breath of air, nodded repeatedly, and poured water on her body with her hands.

He raised his lips and gently held the water on her body. The warm water slowly slid down along the delicate neck...

"I'll do it myself." She stood up quickly, and the water she brought splashed onto his enchanting face.

She stepped out of the bathtub barefoot, walked to the shower next to the bathtub, turned on the switch, and showered herself.

He leaned on the wall of the bathtub with one elbow and leaned there lazily, his playful eyes running up and down her beautiful figure, as if he was admiring a perfect work of art.

She ignored his gaze, quickly washed her body, took the bath towel on the wall, put it on her body, frowned, and glared at him: "Sex|Embryo~!"

"If I'm not horny, how can I make you die | go | live | come?" He moved his lips leisurely, looking at his back with a bad smile on his face.

She said nothing, quickened her pace, and left...

She changed into a black silk nightgown and just climbed into bed when he walked out of the bathroom.

At this moment, he still had a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, revealing the perfect lines of his upper body, and his whole body was refreshing.

He slowly got into bed, pulled off the quilt, and squeezed in.

He naturally waved his long arms and took her into his arms. Her eyelashes brushed against his bare chest, and her chin rested on his, saying: "By the way, you said Liangyi is your half-brother.

Then who is his mother? He is just a student in the UK?"

Liang Bo lowered his head, looked at her lips that looked more tender under the light, and bit them directly.

"Well..." She pushed him repulsively, panting, and said, "I want to ask you something serious."

"This is business. Let's finish the kiss first, and then I'll tell you the rest." He curled his thin lips, and the two slightly cool lips came together again, mixed with the faint smell of mint.

The warm and moist tongue pried open her teeth domineeringly, went straight in, and entangled her tongue.

His hands gently brushed every inch of her skin as if sweeping dust off an antique.

It wasn't until she was about to suffocate that he let go of her, breathing heavily, and hugged her.

"Can you talk now?" She tucked up the quilt and asked.

He hugged her tightly again, resting his chin on the top of her hair, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair.

His hand slid from the collar to her chest, grabbing the soft ball, and said: "His mother is Wan Lingling, my father's lover. His existence has always been a taboo in our family, so naturally few people outside know about Liang Ling.

There is a second young master in the family. Four years ago, despite Wan Lingling's opposition, he resolutely went to England and entered the Royal Academy of Music, majoring in piano..."

"That's it?"

"That's it...otherwise, what else would you do? Go to sleep, I'm tired."

Liang Bo quickly fell asleep, but Qiao Weiwei couldn't fall asleep. The look in Liang Bo's eyes when he was shot that night always appeared in front of her eyes.

In this way, Liang Bo only knows that Liang Yi is a simple student and that he is a gentle and gentle young man. He does not know anything else about Liang Yi...

What kind of medicine is sold in Liangyi Gourd, what is his true identity, and why are people chasing him...

Why do others look one way before and another behind...

In the end, which one is the real him...

There were so many questions in her mind, but she couldn't find the answers.

Qiao Weiwei was really curious about that coolness.

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When I opened my eyes the next day, what I saw was a handsome face that had been enlarged several times by the coolness above my head.

Sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains and reflected on his angular face.

She moved her aching body and stood up with a low moan, but was pulled back to her by him forcefully.

"What are you doing……"

"Don't move, please, let me hug you." He held her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, and his hot breath sprayed on her sleepy face.

"I'm hungry... let's go down and eat."

"Are you hungry? How about I treat you to a candy bar?" He brought her hand to his lower body, and a hint of ambiguity spread in his dark eyes.

How could she not understand the meaning of his words? Her face immediately turned red to the root of her neck. Then she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, curled her lips and said, "Okay... I will take care of you today..."

…”

As she said that, she moved her body and sat on top of him, imitating the way he usually teased her.

She lifted his chin with her fingers, smiled charmingly, and kissed him lightly.

With her hands, she pulled off his bath towel with a pretense of proficiency and held his soft part.

He folded his hands behind his head with great interest, looked at the little woman pretending to be sophisticated on him, and waited for her next move...

Her sweet lips slid to his earlobe, she bit it like a gourd, gently licked it with the tip of her tongue, and moved the hand attached somewhere slowly.

"Hmm...continue" he hummed, the soft part gradually getting bigger in her hand, and she raised her head.

He was immersed in the surprise she brought to her, and when he couldn't extricate himself, she turned over and said, "You can continue on your own!" and ran out of the room quickly, with a proud smile on her lips.

"Woman...you..." He slowly stood up and looked at the direction she was leaving, his eyes filled with fire.

"Shit!" His body had been set on fire by her. At this moment, he only felt severe swelling and pain somewhere. He had no choice but to get out of bed, enter the bathroom, put in cold water, and took a cold shower.

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Restaurant on the first floor

Sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and scatters in every corner of the restaurant.

On the large square white European-style dining table that can be seen, various breakfasts are currently placed, including American and Chinese.

Cleanly dressed maids stood on both sides of the dining table with respectful expressions on their faces.
Chapter completed!