Chapter 457

Ye Fei noticed that he was holding his hand and no longer had any movement. She turned her head slightly. The lips of the two people wiped in a moment. Ye feileng was there. Then neither of them moved. The two thin lips were so quietly pasted together.

Su Mo Han's heart also jumped faster and faster. Staring at the red mouth, he felt that his throat began to dry. This unintentional touch made his heart itch, and his throat knot moved several times.

Ye Fei's eyes are wide open, so she stares at Su Mo Han. She doesn't blink, as if she is afraid to disturb the silence.

"Close your eyes." Su Mo Han's soft voice.

Ye Fei closed her eyes cleverly, her eyelashes couldn't help shaking.

Su Mohan gently flattens Ye Fei and lets her long hair fall on the sofa. As if he were treating a rare treasure, he carefully bent down on her lips and gave her a kiss. Then he slowly lowered his eyes and became focused.

When the world in front of you becomes dark, only your breath and body temperature are left, and all your senses become sharp.

Ye Fei involuntarily put out her arms around his waist. Su Mo Han put one hand through her hair. She was forgetful of kissing, and the other hand naturally stroked her waist.

Her lips are soft, tender, with a sweet taste. Even though he has tasted it countless times, he is still immersed in this delicious food.

Su Mo Han's action is very light, a little bit pry open her lips, soft tongue began to chase her small tongue, ye Fei felt his gentle, some shy response, a dense red cheek, almost water, better than the room full of delicate flowers.

The sunlight outside the window penetrates the flower room and covers them. With a warm smell, the big roses curl up their petals and hide behind the leaves.

When ye Feifei wakes up, her arm is a little numb. Su Mohan sleeps beside her. They even take a break from work and sleep on this narrow sofa for an afternoon.

Ye Fei secretly kisses his chin and reaches out to touch his stubble. She feels that she has never liked a man like this before. If she has to ask her how much she likes, she can only say that she will not change her golden mountain.

The next morning, ye Fei was sitting in front of the round table of the flower house to read a book. Su Mohan was sitting opposite her to deal with business affairs. When she met anything she didn't understand, she would ask him directly. With this abnormal person around her, she could be said to have made rapid progress in her studies.

This progress, together with her mood, made her feel better. However, the more she learned, the more she found out how poor her foundation was and how much she lacked. Therefore, the pressure gradually increased and she made more efforts.

After finishing the last homework left by Su Mo Han, ye Fei pushed the book to Su Mo Han and said, "I have done it."

Su Mohan put down the documents in his hand and checked Ye Fei's homework book. Obviously, these days, it has become a habit.

Her handwriting is elegant and neat. Although there is no writing style, it is comfortable to look at.

Ye Fei looked at the man who looked down at her head, opened her mouth and closed it. Finally, she hesitated for a moment and then said, "Su Mo Han, I plan to move back to Ye's house."

"Well." Su Mo Han's hand holding the pen was slightly stagnant, and his expression was as usual, but a faint response.