"Understood!"

The night is getting deeper.

...

Jing Qingge stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the office, watching the snow outside the window, the six-petal snow falling down, rotating and light, stacking the tops of the tall buildings in the distance into white.

Looking down, it seems that the traffic of ants is much slower than before. It seems that the first sudden heavy snow since the beginning of winter has slowed down the pace of life. The noise of the whole world is covered with heavy snow, and the surging dark tides and darkness are also hidden. The bright red of Christmas is decorated everywhere, which seems quiet, harmonious and lively.

Jing Qingge couldn't help but exclaim, the nice sound was like a pearl falling to the ground, very crisp,

"The first snow this year, it's so beautiful!"

Suddenly, my body was warm and warm for a moment.

Jing Qingge smiled, Ji Yicheng gently pressed him from behind, his arm around her shoulder, raised his hand and fell to her lips, and only smelled the rich milk fragrance under his nose. He lowered his head and saw him holding a glass of freshly soaked milk in his hand.

"Drink it, warm your stomach." He pressed against her shoulders, and his intersecting neck was deliberately or unintentionally rubbing his skin, only to feel inexplicably relieved.

Jing Qingge's mouth thrust, "Is it sweet?"

Ji Yicheng smiled, his eyes and eyebrows were filled with softness, and his chin was gently knocked, "I added sugar."

...

The glass had already been fed to her mouth, and she drank it obediently. He was not in a hurry to feed it, and just finished a large cup one by one.

He raised Yang Mei with satisfaction and put the cup on the coffee table beside her. But she turned around in her arms, facing him, and wrapped it around his narrow waist. As soon as he lifted his cheeks, her soft and tender lips pressed on him, covering his lips very lightly, as if he was biting it lightly, and then kissing him bit by bit.

He indulged her indifference and let her do nothing, without responding. He was tender under his eyelids and chuckled with a slight chuckling on the corners of his lips.

Jing Qingge seemed embarrassed. She took the initiative and didn't respond. Could it be that her charm value had dropped?

"Is it sweet?" Her little mouth relaxed slightly.

He smiled softly, "It's very sweet."

"It's very sweet, why don't you kiss me?" She blinked innocently, her eyes were wet, and there was a rippling light of water. Her long eyelashes brushed through his eyes, and she felt that the softest part of her heart was pinched slightly.

He looked at it quietly for a long time, and his fair little face was rippling with redness. Just when she couldn't resist retreating, she felt the force on her waist tightening, and her body, which was already pressing against his chest, was tighter and tighter.

Then, his kiss was like the gentlest plunder, siegeing the city, picking his lips and teeth, sliding in, entangling...

Between lips and teeth, the rich milk fragrance spread more recklessly, warming the tips of the two of them...

...

When he let go, Jing Qingge was already breathless. His flushed face seemed to seep blood, and his wet eyes were even more pure and attractive. He grabbed his shoulders tightly, looking like he was being ravaged and ruined.

The cluster of scarlet red swelled in Ji Yicheng's eyes faintly flashed, and his whole body was filled with blood. He couldn't resist the bite between her thin neck. His rustling voice was even more indescribable.

"Is this the temptation of the president's office?"
Chapter completed!