The girl sat up, her jet-black hair messed up behind her.

He slowly leaned over, his lips were imprinted on the other side's face.

Take a sip.

back off again.

Then……

Under the faint sight of the other party, he leaned over again, and took another sip.

Yan Sheng hooked her lips and rubbed the girl's head in a good mood.

The voice is gentle and pleasant: "Qianqian is really good."

Mr. President walked slowly to the closet again and opened the door on the right.

Exposing a row of beautiful clothes inside.

He turned to look at the **** the bed.

"Guoqianqian, these clothes are all for you."

After a pause, he added: "After washing and changing clothes, I will go downstairs for breakfast."

The wind nodded.

Some doubts.

Fragments why there are so many girls' clothes here.

After instructing Mr. President, the gentleman left the room and closed the door.

As early as when I first saw a little girl.

Mr. President has already asked people to customize these clothes for the little girl.

It's a gift for my sister.

in the room.

Feng Qian stood in front of the closet.

Quietly looking at the clothes inside.

Every piece is beautiful.

Feng Qian chose a white long-sleeved dress.

Fits well on the body.

It's like it's made to measure.

The style also matches the temperament of the girl.

Feng Qian looked in the mirror, then took the toothbrush cup that Yan Sheng had prepared in advance, and brushed his teeth slowly.

After washing up, Feng Qian went downstairs.

Yan Sheng has already done it there.

Mr. President casually raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the little girl over there who was going down the stairs.

The little girl's face was facing the sky, but her little face was fair and tender.

Red lips, white teeth, bright eyes.

She looks like a fairy without makeup.

Mr. President's eyes flickered calmly.

There was a strange feeling in my heart.

He was sober last night.

Fake sleep on purpose.

Deliberately wiped the corner of the girl's lips.

Deliberately hug the girl tightly.

It's all... intentional.

Why would it be intentional? Yan Sheng himself is not very clear.

Like, just think so.

Everything follows the instinct of the heart.

I wanted to do it... so I did it.

Very surprised.

The little girl obediently did not resist.

Obediently pull over the blanket and cover it.

Yan Sheng couldn't sleep anymore.

Until the girl's even breathing sound came from her ear.

He knew he was asleep.

Dim living room.

The light on the TV screen was dim, pulling out a long black shadow from the sofa directly opposite.

There were shimmering lights on the walls.

Mr. President raised his head slightly, his amber eyes stared at the girl, his eyes focused on the girl's lips.

He bent slightly.

When he was about to get close, Yan Sheng paused, maintaining such a half-bent posture.

The eyes of the eyes gradually deepened.

half an hour.

Yan Sheng paused and slowly retreated.

Reason tells him that he can't.

Why did you think you were a sister in the first place?

Mr. President lowered his eyelashes.

I don't know since when, the mentality of "sister" gradually changed.

So much so... that it's irresistibly close.

Think, get a little closer.

This is a dangerous idea.

Yan Sheng narrowed his eyes.

After quietly looking at the girl for a long time, Mr. President gently got up and picked up the girl.

When a girl falls asleep, she will sleep very deeply and will not wake up easily.

Mr. President took the girl back to the room and gently placed it on the bed.

Soft little girl.

Yan Sheng tucked the quilt for the girl and lowered her eyes for a while.

Another kiss on the girl's forehead.

"Good night... darling."

A very soft voice swayed through the air like ripples.

Dumb and confusing.

Mr. President walked away gently.

Now, no hurry.

Obediently.

The future is still very long.