The Boss is Very Busy

The boy took a bite of the pastry, the sweet and greasy taste spread, and the bitter wine taste disappeared, finally feeling better.

It was getting late, MuMian looked over, and the other party was eating pastries, her small white cheeks were bulging, she scratched her chin, and said warmly: "Just rest."

Obviously he had already made preparations, but when this moment came, Xi Quan paused again. He raised his eyes to look over. When he touched the other's eyes, he couldn't help but blush and look away. The young man lowered his face. , Nodded silently: "...good."

Lying down on the bed, Xi Quan still felt a little unreal. He remembered what the waiter had told him-most women like men who take the initiative in intercourse.

Although he doesn't understand these things, he also knows vaguely that women do prefer men who are not twitchy.

The little majesty opened his eyes, and he glanced at the person beside him. The girl was sleeping quietly and did nothing. She didn't seem to have any other thoughts.

The boy pursed his red lips, and after a while, he couldn't help but stretch out his snow-white finger to poke the opponent's arm. MuMian didn't fall asleep either, and when she felt the movement, she opened her eyes, "What's the matter?"

The lights in the room were already out, only the moonlight faintly shining through the window papers came in. The young boy had beautiful and cold eyes with a beautiful luster.

He glanced at the corner of his lower lip, his voice floating: "...Are you going to sleep like this?"

MuMian froze for a moment, and was silent for a few seconds before he understood what he meant, and was a little surprised.

She thought that the other party was so arrogant, and she should be a little bit resistant to this matter, but she didn't expect him to take the initiative to bring it up.

MuMian has a thoughtful expression, since the other party has already taken the initiative to mention it, then she is not going to be Liu Xiahui's temperament, so now... she just direct?

MuMian is thinking about how to answer.

The young man blinked a few slender eyelashes, pursed his lips subconsciously, and after waiting quietly for a few seconds, he still couldn't wait for the response from the other party, his heart sank bit by bit.

If you don't want it, you don't want it, and you don't have to keep silent like this... Do you just hate him like that?

In other words, he is also a prince. If the other party doesn't say anything, he won't take the initiative!

...Who she thought she was.

Xi Quan thought angrily in his heart, feeling aggrieved and sad inexplicably in his heart. He opened his eyes slightly in a daze, but he couldn't say anything. Finally, he turned around silently, his white fingertips lightly Touched the red string on his wrist.

Seeing him suddenly turn around, MuMian was still a little dazed, and then stretched out her hand to hug the person. She moved closer, her lips pressed against his ears, and asked tentatively.

"Then...not going to sleep?"

Xi Quan touched the fingers of the red string, and his beautiful eyes stopped. The familiar breath belonging to the other party lingered on the tip of his nose. He had realized something, but he didn't clearly say, "Why?"

He was cautiously tempting, for fear that any wrong step would make the other person unhappy... Xi Quan pursed his lips, when did he put himself so low?

The young man concealed the deep sense of depression in his heart, quietly waiting for the answer from the other party.

MuMian scratched his chin, his expression was indescribable.

"Yes, it seems that you shouldn't have to rest so early on the day of marriage... right."

Why is it so hot when you say this?

"..." The boy paused, his indifferent and calm expression slowly changed, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.