Ou Qingheng raised his hand and slammed the door, and said in a deeper voice: "Yao Yiyi, open the door!"
After about ten consecutive shots, the door was opened from the inside.
Yao Yiyi was standing inside the door. Her hair was wet and she was only wearing a bathrobe. Her cheeks were a little red because she had just taken a bath. There were still undried water drops on her long and white neck. Her whole body was translucent. With an ascetic temptation.
Looking at Yao Yiyi who was like a hibiscus out of water, Ou Qingheng's eyes suddenly darkened, and his throat rolled several times.
Yao Yiyi also noticed his changes, but said distantly: "Mr. Ou, I'm a little tired."
Ou Qingheng looked down at her, closed the door, pushed her against the sofa, touched her cheek with his rough, broad palm, and said in a low voice, "Why are you so angry today?"
Yao Yiyi put her hand on his broad and hard chest and said, "I'm just tired."
Ou Qingheng looked at Yao Yiyi quietly and said: "This is the best! When I chose you to get married, I liked your non-fighting attitude. If you have a good heart and want to fight for it, then I can guarantee that you will end up with it." Absolutely nothing will be gained.”
Yao Yiyi knew that Ou Qingheng was warning her.
Yao Yiyi's heart was throbbing with pain, but she smiled unfailingly on her face: "Mr. Ou, don't keep reminding me, I know our marriage is just a transaction, my mind is clear, and I love you. For the money, you can enjoy my body, and occasionally help you deal with those unnecessary rotten peach blossoms."
Ou Qingheng looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to see a trace of reluctance or falsehood on her face.
"It's good to know." Ou Qingheng said.
Yao Yiyi suddenly felt a little tired and couldn't think of dealing with Ou Qingheng. She closed her eyes and said, "Mr. Ou, I am really tired today and want to sleep. Is that okay?"
Ou Qingheng looked at her condescendingly, suddenly bent over and picked up Yao Yiyi, put her on the bed quite gently, and then covered her with him.
After almost an hour and a half, the intense love affair slowly died down.
Yao Yi leaned on Ou Qingheng's chest, absorbing his unique masculine aura, but there was unnoticeable fatigue in his eyes. He was physically tired, but more importantly, he was mentally tired.
Ou Qingheng naturally noticed something strange about her, raised her chin and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Yao Yiyi closed her eyes, and after a while, she suddenly said: "Husband, if I have our little baby, do you want me to give birth to him?"
The night was getting dark, and the loneliness prompted people to speak out what was in their hearts. Yao Yiyi subconsciously just wanted to regard Ou Qingheng as a husband who loved her, rather than an employee in the transaction.
"You have it?" Ou Qingheng's tone was very calm, making it impossible to hear what he was thinking.
"What would you do if I really had it?" Yao Yiyi asked calmly, still closing her eyes. Maybe in her heart, she still hoped that Ou Qingheng would allow her to give birth to the child.