"Cultivating a sense of drama is not how to cultivate it."
He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the collar of Murong Jihua's pajamas, and his breath lightly brushed the side of his neck—
He Junle's arm strength is extraordinary. When exerting force, the tense muscles covered the thin frame, bursting out with astonishing strength.
The sky twirled and turned upside down, and Murong Jihua was crushed under him.
Murong Jihua's waist was restrained by her thighs, and He Junle slowly straightened up:
"Study hard."
- He slowly bent down and breathed on the corner of the opponent's lips.
"Think of it as a kiss."
370.
Murong Jihua's head had already declared a strike when He Junle made a move—but fortunately, he was still able to frown at He Junle's words.
Who do you think you are perfunctory
371.
Moving faster than thinking, Murong Jihua clasped the back of the head of the person on him with his hand, and pressed the other's lips that had barely been drawn back together with force.
This time it's not the corner of the lip, but the entire lip.
His heart was beating so loudly that it made him irritable.
Careful? Delicate and long
Don't be ridiculous, at the moment when the hormones erupted, the man's inferiority in President Murong's heart was completely reflected, he bit the other's thin lips almost violently, and swept his breath all the way.
What will he look like
Murong Jihua didn't want to look at it, while having this thought, he even closed his eyes, so a strong rusty smell filled his mouth, maybe it belonged to one of them.
372.
"This man smells—"
"It's so damn sweet."
bed fight
373.
It turns out—
Family affairs are national affairs and world affairs, and the hanging of the high house will be over sooner or later.
President Murong quickly paid the price for his closed-eyed Buddhist attitude.
374.
—As if the fishy smell in his mouth was not strong enough, when Murong Jihua brushed his tongue across the opponent's teeth, He Junle's counterattack suddenly came violently and without warning.
Sweet taste, rich and full of aggressiveness.
Murong Jihua's upper lip was broken very quickly.
The feeling of losing the initiative is terrible.
Murong Jihua's heart was full of alarm bells, if this continues, the balance of victory will tilt towards the opponent sooner or later.
unforgivable.
375.
He abruptly stretched out his hand and pinched the waist of the man sitting on top of him fiercely, successfully exchanging for the momentary tense muscles and He Junle's sudden disordered breathing.
Murong Jihua seized the opportunity, swept his long legs, and the two positions were exchanged instantly.
He Junle was lying on the bed with blood on his mouth, and his short hair was scattered on the bed sheet, staring at Murong Jihua from bottom to top, with a half-smile on his face.
Murong Jihua showed a teasing smile:
"Why, you bite again, why can't you bite anymore? Tsk, I can't think of it, who would have imagined what the leader of the majestic gang and the well-known troubled boy in the North District will look like now."
"—was bullied miserably."
He Junle tilted his head, picked up the terminal that fell on the bed sheet with one hand, turned on the selfie mode of the camera, and pointed the screen in the direction of Murong Jihua:
"Don't talk about me, just look at yourself."
376.
Murong Jihua now understands the reason for the half-smile on the other party's face.
If He Junle was miserably bullied, then at his own level—
Probably "being bullied terribly".
377.
His upper and lower lips had been taken good care of by He Junle's teeth, and they were bitten messily, one piece was red and the other was white; his hair, which was slightly longer than He Junle's, stuck to his face randomly, and the neckline was half-open, revealing two distinct strands clavicle.
... To be honest, Murong Jihua thinks he is quite handsome.
"click"
He Junle pressed the shutter on him:
"Keep the evidence: I've won this game."
"..."
"The night is still long," Murong Jihua blinked:
"The battle has just begun."
378.
"I remember the next day, when I woke up from the soft bed of Simmons, I could see a splendor as far as I could see, and the bedroom, which was the size of a college standard playground, was decorated with horizontal carved railings and jade buildings, which was extremely extravagant;
The well-dressed young butler led a group of maids and bowed to me. Seven luxury diamond rings of different colors were placed in a watermelon-sized carved gold tray in his hand;
He smiled wryly and asked me:
'Boss, are you going to have a comprehensive physical examination with your lover this morning, or... sleep a little longer? '
At first I thought I was drinking the shards and dreaming.
Then my fingertips touched the cold skin of someone in the same bed, and I remembered everything.
… The story unfolded as if I were dreaming. "
—From the memoirs of President Murong a few years later.
379.
President Murong's memoirs certainly don't concern the current Murong Jihua. He only knows that he is in Cui Guanshi and the maid, hesitant to speak, but hesitant to speak. He took a look in the mirror and couldn't help feeling:
Last night was a wildly passionate night—
It's weird.
380.
God knows how I competed with this physical pervert last night, He Junle, and insisted on competing in bed fighting skills!
And it's a real bed fight.
From biting their lips to pushing and pressing each other, from wrestling their wrists to pulling out their pimps, the two of them did everything they could, except for comparing their size.
At that moment, Murong Jihua really had the thought "I won't have a mutual offensive relationship with He Junle in the future".
Of course, how is it possible!
381.
Seeing Guanshi Cui's eyes wandering, Murong Jihua's eyelids twitched.
But he knew that the more such misunderstandings, the better, and it would be better for you to deceive the doctor and the huge shadow behind him—Princess Elizabeth.
Simply let them go.
382.
"Ah! Young Master, did he, Young Madam, torture you with your wrist?"
"Well, the sm game of extorting confessions by torture."
— Commonly known as pimping.
"Damn! Master, your mouth, how can he, he, he..."
"It's okay, I can't help it when I get so deep in love. As a superior person, I can still bear this pain."
—It hurts to death, is the mother a wolf
"Wow! Young master, you, you, you... you love... you are so humble... oh, my lord, my lord,"
"It's okay, work hard and improve every day. He's tired, I'll sleep with him for a while, and you can come and serve him at noon."
— I think it's pretty evenly matched
383.
When Cui Guanshi, with Qiushuang's eyes full of tears, came out with the maids, Murong Jihua let out a long breath, raised his arms—
He hammered hard towards a certain direction in the quilt.
Although most of his strength was lost by He Jun, who had been prepared for a long time.
Murong Jihua: "Don't pretend to be asleep, your breathing was messed up ten minutes ago, and the spray made my waist itchy."
With a series of light laughter, He Junle straightened up from the quilt:
"I'm dying of laughter, the steward of your family is really a talent."
"Isn't it good to praise others in front of me?"
He Junle laughed: "Stop making trouble for no reason."
Murong Jihua raised his eyebrows: "Look at you, isn't it good to laugh like this? I've wanted to say it a long time ago, you used to always laugh out loud, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
He Junle ignored him, and began to change clothes like no one else:
"Your physical strength is unexpectedly good, do you have time to fight?"
"Come on, haven't you hit enough bed racks?"
Murong Jihua is the heroine of the female series, unlike Long Aotian, who has no penchant for fighting and pretending to be aggressive.
But if he asks...
384.
"It's a new day,"
He Junle put on his clothes, and removed the golden moon and white bead curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows:
"Murong, Jun Le Gang has something to do, you can go back with me."
385.
"Accompany you back to your mother's house?"
"..."
Happy three weeks of wedding(?)
386.
Murong Jihua: "Jun Le, do you know that there is a saying in my hometown: Buddha relies on gold clothes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles;"
He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua: "Clothing culture comes from art, art comes from life, and life comes from the instinct of life;"
He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua: "And Ben Shao thinks that your respect for life and soul is too perfunctory."
He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua: "Honey, don't you have any ideas?"
He Junle: "..."
He Junle: "Okay, I agree to wear a couple outfit with you, and you can stop running the train with your mouth full."
387.
As a simple earthling, Murong Jihua's thoughts are very simple. ZH people have a glorious tradition of pursuing returning home since ancient times. After becoming He Junle's (false) lover, he thinks it is necessary for him to let He Junle go back to his mother's home in a graceful manner. —
Swear that he cares without saying anything.
Commonly known as: pretense.
He Junle, who couldn't understand President Murong's thoughts at all, was defeated by the other party's two hours of non-stop brainwashing pyramid schemes. Anyway, the young master was rich and willful, so he, a hired boyfriend, could do his best to cooperate.
But when He Junle was mysteriously called to the parking lot by Murong Jihua, he was still dumbfounded.
388.
It was a hot air balloon.
Pink, piled with colorful roses, waiting quietly under a large number of balloons, gorgeous and dreamy hot air balloon.
The person in the pink suit smiled disgustingly, and Chao himself slowly stretched out his right hand—
He Junle, who is also wearing a light pink suit that I don't know how to evaluate:
Of course it is a choice to compromise!
389.
Under the attention ceremony of a group of maids and stewards, He Gangzhu who slowly ascended to the sky, the last words left in his ears were Su Xiaomo's sweet exclamation:
"Ah~ Brother Murong is so kind to Brother Le, so romantic!"
Brother Murong