Qiao Ying glanced at the hot wontons, her eyes uncertain, her lips biting down.
[Mr. Yu, I will leave when Madam falls asleep and will never disturb your rest. 】
Yu Chengjin glanced at her pitiful appearance and said in a slightly cold voice, "Who told you to leave? Stay here and sleep here tonight."
She opened her round almond-shaped eyes, and her delicate white fingers made frantic gestures in mid-air.
[No, there is only one bed here, how can you and I...]
"Do you still want to sleep on the bed?" Yu Chengjin obviously deviated from the focus and interrupted her mute words, looking at her with a bit of tiredness at the moment.
"You have to sleep on the floor."
Qiao Ying was a little confused, so the man stretched out his hand, slowly rubbed the top of her head with his warm palm, and asked with his lips curled up.
"Aren't you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
Qiao Ying's long and thick eyelashes trembled. She took the initiative to hold his wrist bone, carefully pressed her face against it, and rubbed it flatteringly.
【Want to eat. 】
Put your hands up in a begging gesture.
Yu Chengjin's handsome face remained calm, "What did I teach you just now?"
Qiao Ying's face turned red, she stretched out her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips.
The man's dark eyes were cold and cold, and he didn't seem to be affected by his popularity.
Qiao Ying was actually afraid of him like this, but she already knew that shame and self-esteem were worthless and could not be exchanged for anything of value.
She will not be weak forever and cannot escape this prison.
Her heart skipped a beat, she stood up and lowered his figure, held his face with her small hands, pressed close to him, pried open his lips and teeth, and covered every inch of him.
Soon, the man's breathing became heavier and heavier. He grabbed the back of her head and robbed her of her only oxygen, as if he was going to rub her into her flesh and blood.
Qiao Ying's petite body was picked up by him and pressed onto the big bed.
Her almond-shaped eyes were blurred, and she could easily detect the change in the man, and she put her hands on his chest in panic.
The neckline of the man's silk pajamas was a bit too big, and she accidentally stretched it inside. Her hot and muscular chest muscles were about to burn her palms.
Qiao Ying wanted to tell him that he could no longer be so close to her, but she began to hate herself for being mute.
Yu Chengjin looked at her with his dark and deep eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowly grasped her slender wrist.
He even gave her time to struggle, and then he pinned him on top of her head, watching the handsome face approaching.
"Knock knock knock——"
There was a knock on the door.
Han Rong's concerned voice sounded, "Ajin? Are you sleeping? Mom asked Xiao Chen to cook some more of your favorite food. Please open the door."
Qiao Ying's body trembled, her little face was so scared that she forgot to make any expression, and her usually lively eyes were also dull.
All she could think about was whether she would survive if this was revealed.
Yu Chengjin didn't miss her expression, his thin lips curled slightly, and he was very satisfied with her timidity.
Han Rong didn't hear his response and couldn't help but raise her voice and continue shouting.
"Ajin? Ajin? Are you there? Is mom opening the door?"
Han Rong thought about it but felt strange, and then decided to come up to see the situation. She couldn't figure out what her son was up to.
She held the door handle and was about to turn it when the door suddenly opened halfway.
Yu Chengjin leaned against the doorframe, his hair slightly messy and his posture lazy, and he met her gaze.
"Mom, it's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
Han Rong chuckled, "Mom, don't you care about you? You rarely come back here. Fortunately, I often ask the servants to clean your bedroom. Otherwise, you would have to sleep in another room tonight. Can you get used to it?" "
"I don't choose, I can sleep anywhere."
Yu Chengjin chatted with each other. Only those who know him well know how particular this man is.
Han Rong saw the look of impatience on his eyebrows, thought for half a second, and asked.
"Ajin, do you remember that woman's mute daughter?"
Yu Chengjin opened his eyes and his eyes became cold.
Who else but Jiang Xiang could hear words about that woman from Han Rong's mouth.
He hummed lightly.
Han Rong seemed to be sarcastic: "It's okay. Today, your Aunt Lan suddenly asked me if I had any suitable young people of the right age, saying that the mute was thinking of marrying someone from her husband's family."
