the documents in his hand, she knew that her tactics of "crying, making a scene, and resorting to suicide" wouldn't work on this man. She immediately glared angrily, wiping away her tears as she hicc..."Hmm"

"Mrs. Liu is on leave."

"Hmm."

"Who will do the housework at home"

"I'll have the bellhop come over."

"But I don't like having strangers in the house."

"Then I'll do it."

"Then why don't you go change your clothes!" The style of painting suddenly changed, Tong Yimo took a stride with her jade legs and got down from him. She stood by the bed, arms crossed, like a queen giving orders, and went on and on, "After breakfast, wipe the table clean, put the dishes in the kitchen's dishwasher, wipe the stovetop clean, turn on the robot vacuum cleaner, let it start cleaning, and also, wipe down the windows around the house, wash the bathtub and toilet..."

"Good, everything is fine." Leng Yechen stared deeply at Tong Yimo, his obsidian eyes swirling with an ambiguous cyclone, as if wanting to draw her straight into his vortex.

"That... what are you still doing" Tong Yimo suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart, as if she was playing with fire. "Change your clothes first! I'm going down!"

As she finished speaking, she wanted to flee, but her wrists, white as jade, were firmly grasped by Leng Yechen.

Tong Yimo frowned slightly, instinctively turning her body sideways while saying a "you" before the next second, a dark shadow rushed towards her unexpectedly.

"Before I do the housework, I want to do you first." His words were barely out before Leng Ye's lips pressed against her eyes.

Tong Yimo stared dumbfounded as Leng Yeshen approached, his handsome face drawing closer. The calm she had just found herself was once again rippling with a new wave of emotion.

His warm lips slowly moved from her eyes to the corner of them.

His lips were soft, so tender, and they gently, delicately, softly grazed her eye socket in an excruciatingly slow manner. At the same time, his lips were also incredibly hot, constantly rubbing against her, causing her to feel heated as well, her cheeks flushing with a blush of crimson.

In the cold night, his exhaled breath washed over her in waves of heat, as if trying to engulf her in its tide. His hand stroked her back, rhythmically, playing upon her spine like a harp.

Tong Yimo felt a little dizzy. She noticed his eyelashes were longer than hers, quivering slightly, like a fluttering butterfly.

Her breathing became erratic, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her cheeks flushed.

Cold Night took a step back, his thin lips whispering to her: "Baby, if you're not truly willing, don't try to set fire on me. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe."

Her heart was racing, faster than a roller coaster, Tong Yimo narrowed her eyes and looked at this man. Her hands, somehow finding strength, pushed him away.

Silence is like tea leaves in a cup, each one unfolding its dance in the water.

"You..." Tong Yimo was stunned, she didn't know what to say.

He actually saw through her, she was deliberately trying to seduce him!

Leng Ye Chen suddenly reached out and touched her head: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Tong Yimo repeated foolishly.

Cold Night's hand reached out to her, and with lightning speed, he pressed a kiss on her forehead. He then said, "Today I stayed home and did all the housework until my little treasure was happy."

No, something seemed out of order. Tong Yimo felt a strange burning sensation in her body, a feeling that was hard to describe.

She panted softly, vaguely understanding that his kiss had awakened the awakening of her womanhood.

She had a relationship with someone in the daylight, but it was different from how she felt when she was with her older brother, Leng Yechen.

The daytime scenery gave her a gentle, watery affection, while her elder brother gave her an uncontrollable passion.

She seemed to be confirming something, tugging at the corner of his clothes with her small hand and shyly smiling at him: "Big brother, why are you so good to me"

In the cold night, his dark eyes sparkled like stars. He caressed her face and whispered softly, "Because, you are my only one."

Tong Yimo clearly saw the strange emotions lurking in Leng Yeshen's eyes, but his gentle expression made her completely fall for him.

Something seemed to be emerging from her long-dormant heart, like a cocoon breaking open. She didn't know what it was.

She simply burrowed into his arms, holding him tightly, feeling the domineering affection this man showered upon her.

After waking up, Lianhua Sheng walked out of the room with a messy hairdo. He stretched and yawned while raising his hands, and unintentionally glanced at a tall figure in front of him...

She was seen on that cold night, bending her waist and wearing an apron. She had a paper hat made of stacked newspapers on her head, blue plastic gloves on her hands, and held a water-absorbing sponge mop. She stood in the corridor, wiping the windows.

Lian Hua still thought he was dreaming, instinctively pinching his cheek hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" He pinched himself, and it actually hurt.

"Holy crap! Are you Chen" Lian Huasheng narrowed his eyes, pulling his chin down until it almost touched his chest. He looked like he'd been scared witless by Leng Yechen. "Did I just see a ghost Or is the sun rising in the west today!"

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.urned over excitedly, hugging the blanket and continued, "Xing'er, thank you so much!""You're welcome, we're friends!""Starlight.""Huh"Good night."Well, good night."Lian Xing'er lay in bed and fell as...