Chapter 370

This skin with clear texture, this firm texture, why does it feel more and more wrong the more you touch it?

Xiong Miao is surprised.

The hand was pinched by a big palm.

There was also hot air blowing in my ears: "You don't sleep well, huh?"

The deep male voice is hoarse and ambiguous.

Xiong Miao opened his eyes in fright.

The room was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

But she could clearly feel the strong aura of the man beside her, the hot and majestic aura surrounding her, impenetrable.

She touched the side with her hand, it was empty! Not a single soft dumpling was touched.

This is not in the kids room!

Xiong Miao woke up: "Zhan Yeling, let me go!"

With his hands resting on his strong chest, he wanted to step back.

The hand he put on her waist tightened even more, and with a little force, he pulled her back from a little distance, and brought her back to hit him.

Xiong Miao's forehead hit his chin, grinning in pain.

"Don't tease me, otherwise, you will be at your own risk." The man's hoarse and deep voice, in the middle of the night, was extremely bewitching, and made his heart flustered.

Xiong Miao knew that he had been aroused.

If she continued to move, he would really take off her clothes and eat her up.

After all, there were only the two of them at the scene, Night Demon Charm, it was the best time for that, and there was no one to bother them.

Of course Xiong Miao will not ask for trouble.

She froze her body, not daring to move, bearing the man's fiery chest, the temperature seemed to be roasting her.

And the scorching breath he exhaled sprayed on her ears, itching to her heart, but she tried her best to endure it, not daring to move a little.

You must know that in the dead of night and the right time and place, it is most likely to misfire.

By enduring it, I got used to the feeling of his breath blowing against my ears, and even felt very comfortable.

In this unusually comfortable situation, she gradually fell asleep and fell asleep.

the next day...

When Xiong Miao woke up, it was already half past nine.

There was no sign of Zhan Yeling by his side for a long time.

That's right, Zhan Yeling is so busy, how can anyone have time to sleep in?

In the second half of the night, she actually slept more peacefully and soundly than in the first half of the night. It was probably because someone hugged me and felt more secure, so I didn't even have a dream.

Everyone grows from a baby to an adult.

The sense of security that comes with being hugged is not only exclusive to children.

Adults sometimes long to be hugged and warmed by someone.

It is easier to relax the nerves under the warm embrace.

Xiong Miao was just surprised that he was able to feel at ease in Zhan Yeling's arms, relax all his grievances, and sleep so soundly.

It seems that she lost her mother too early, the days of being hugged are too few, and she lacks hugs for all she wants.

When someone hugs her, she feels that she is being cared for.

Today is Sunday, Xiong Miao does not go to work, and spends another day playing with the children.

The next day, she went to the company.

I drew drawings in the office for a day, and soon it was time to get off work.

Xiong Miao packed up the artwork and was about to leave work. When she passed by the president's office, she saw Zhan Zifeng still inside.

She knocked on the door.

"Come in." Zhan Zifeng was reading the document without raising his head.

Xiong Miao walked in and stood respectfully opposite him, with a desk in between.

"Well, Xiong Miao, you're off work, aren't you going home?" Zhan Zifeng closed the file and looked at her.

"What about Mr. Zhan, why aren't you off work?" Xiong Miao maintained a decent smile.