Feng Shaojin stared intently at the person who came out of the dressing room, his eyes seemed to be on Mo Lingwei's body.
Her figure seemed to be born for wearing a cheongsam.
Black hair like clouds, skin full of snow, red lips and white teeth, eyes like autumn water, slender neck, slim and exquisite......
Mo Lingwei gathered her untidy bun: "I won't change the other one, the effect is probably the same when I wear it on my body."
Feng Shaojin nodded: "Well, they all look good."
He strode up to her, caressed her face, and kissed her with panicked eyes.
Missing flooded towards him like a tide, and was about to submerge his whole body. The lovesickness and longing that had been carved into the bone marrow turned into desire, and rushed out of the gate like a mountain torrent in an instant.
unstoppable!
Mo Lingwei pushed him hard, "Feng Shaojin, let me go."
But Feng Shaojin didn't seem to hear her, and simply pressed her on the dressing table. The decorations on it were scattered all over the floor, and the rouge and lip gloss boxes rolled everywhere.
The Begonia cheongsam she had just changed was torn apart, like a delicate flower falling in the rain, Mo Lingwei was so frightened that she trembled slightly, speaking incoherently: "Feng Shaojin, Feng Shaojin, you can't do this, you can't be like this I......"
Feng Shaojin's breathing was heavy and rapid, and the bottom of his eyes was filled with dark colors that surged to the limitless.
Until Mo Lingwei bit his lip!
Feng Shaojin's sanity finally returned from the pain. He picked up Mo Lingwei and saw that there was still a balm box pressed against her back, so he quickly stripped off his clothes and went to check her back.
Mo Lingwei turned over and buried herself in the quilt, with her back facing Feng Shaojin, her hands gripping the pillow tightly, her thin and slender body trembling, like a pitiful kitten.
Feng Shaojin looked at the bruises and bruises on her back, and was extremely annoyed at her recklessness and impulsiveness just now...
Feng Shaojin rummaged through boxes and boxes to find some ointment to apply on her back, not knowing what to say.
It seemed that no matter what he said, he seemed pale and powerless.
A good piece of clothing has become a rag.
Feng Shaojin pulled the quilt to cover her, with a low and hoarse voice, "Ling Wei..."
"roll!"
Feng Shaojin sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, and the two seemed to be in a silent stalemate.
Until the servant came up and knocked on the door: "Young Master, Young Madam, the food is ready, do you want to serve it?"
"No need." After Feng Shaojin answered the servant, he stood up and opened the door of the closet, and saw that cheongsam embroidered with peach blossoms was hanging in the middle, and there were already traces of wearing it, so he thought about it.
He returned to the bed and pulled her: "Ling Wei, I just couldn't control it for a while... Let's go down for dinner."
Mo Lingwei remained motionless.
Feng Shaojin knew her temper and knew that she had offended her, so he just took a piece of clothing and put it on the bedside: "I'll go downstairs first, don't starve yourself."
Gu Wei heard footsteps, looked up, and saw Feng Shaojin's lips were stained with blood, and he went downstairs with a dejected face.
Gu Wei looked hesitant: What's the matter?
After going out for so long and only coming back, I happily took the cheongsam to please the young lady, and not long after I came back, did I quarrel again?
No, it's not just a quarrel, it seems to be a fight, the young master's clothes are full of wrinkles.
Gu Wei asked: "Master, what's the matter with you? Where's the young lady?"
Feng Shaojin rolled his eyes at him and went to the restaurant.
Gu Wei: "..."
The servant set up the food, Feng Shaojin sat at the table, ate some casually, and ordered a few dishes without using chopsticks: "Bring it to the bedroom for the young lady, tell her, just say I'm leaving, you can eat it by the way." Take down the medical books she has read."
maid:"......"
Is the young lady about to fall out of favor?