Feeling the man's eager kiss, Ye Qiao was stunned for two seconds, then relaxed and got close to him again.
A little farewell is better than a wedding.
This time, they were on a business trip for more than ten days, and he couldn't go with her because he had work. Although they talked on the phone every day, there was no physical contact after all. In fact, she missed him too.
Their lips and teeth were entangled, and their breaths became hot.
The kiss was so blurry that he had long forgotten that there was a narrow coffee table under him. With a little indulgence, he rolled down one side and fell on the carpet.
Ye Qiao was originally on top, but this time he was immediately pressed under her. Her arm hit the sofa leg on one side, and she let out a soft breath.
"How's it going?" Ji Mo propped up an arm and looked at her worriedly, "Where did you fall?"
"Don't worry about him!" Ye Qiao lay on the carpet, raised his face to look at the man who was watching him with concern, raised his hand to pinch his shirt, and unbuttoned one of his buttons, "Let me see what you think. mine!"
On the carpet, her chest was rising and falling, and one side of her loose sweater had already been pulled off by him, revealing most of her fair and smooth shoulders. Her long black hair was spread on the white wool carpet, beautiful and attractive.
Throat, instantly dry.
He said nothing more, just bent down and kissed her again.
This time, it wasn't her lips, but her shoulders, and the palms of her hands got under her loose sweater, attacking the city unceremoniously.
Last night, because she stayed up half the night, he didn't want to endure it anymore today.
Floor lamp, dimly lit.
On the snow-white wool carpet, two figures gradually became entangled into one.
Diagonally opposite, the bathroom door is half open, and the water in the bathtub is steaming lonely. No one will pay attention to it in a short time.
…
The passion was at its peak, and a man and a woman on the carpet gasped and hugged each other.
After a while, Ji Mo raised his face from Ye Qiao's shoulder and stared at her with a pair of bright black eyes for a moment. He straightened up and pulled the blanket on the sofa to cover her.
"Wait me a moment!"
Standing up, the man walked into the bedroom without any clothes on.
After a while, when he came out again, he was already wrapped in a nightgown and holding a small, delicate black box in his hand.
At this time, Ye Qiaoyi had already sat up, lazily wrapped in a blanket and leaning on the sofa.
Walking up to her, Ji Mo bent down, knelt on one knee, and opened the box in his hand.
"Now, can you agree to marry me?"
Ye Qiao's eyes swept over his slightly sweaty face and the loose nightgown on his body, and he suddenly laughed.
She had originally imagined that one day, he would give her a romantic proposal, with music, flowers... nothing less, and he would definitely dress up handsomely...
It seems that plans can never keep up with changes.
She always had a knack for messing things up.
Fortunately, he doesn't care!
With such a man, what else could she be dissatisfied with
Lifting his slightly limp left hand, Ye Qiao slowly stretched out his fingers in front of him.
"Put it on me!"
Taking the ring from the box, Ji Mo put the box aside, held her palm, and carefully put the ring on her finger.
The ring was bought a year ago. At that time, their work was not as smooth as it is now, and all the money was invested in the company. He bought this ring with the year-end dividends at that time. The style was not exaggerated, luxurious, and exquisite. And restrained.
He retracted his finger and twirled it left and right in front of his face. The ring sparkled in the light.