He seems to be addicted to her taste

  "You have to take care of me personally, of course, you have to sleep with me, and don't move around anymore. If you hurt my wound again, I'll eat you right away." He domineeringly hooked his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his own arms.

  A large hand pressed on her back, not allowing her to leave.

  Lan Youmo could only helplessly lean into his arms.

  Although she was a bit nervous, strangely, she felt his chest was very solid and warm.

  Maybe it's because I've been through too much today, or maybe it's just too late.

  Sleepiness crept up on her...

  What accompanied her ears was his strong and powerful heartbeat.

  Boom boom boom...

  Lan Mei, who was mentally tense and a bit exhausted, unknowingly fell asleep in his arms.

  And on her forehead, Huang Shaojie was quietly gazing at her peaceful sleeping face, his deep eyes revealing no emotions.

  The next morning.

  Lan strode down the stairs with a majestic and powerful air.

  Huang Shaojue elegantly sat in front of a white European-style dining table eating breakfast, and when he saw her walking down the stairs, his mouth involuntarily curled up with a hint of a smile.

  The housekeeper stood by and saw his expression, startled for a moment.

  It seems that this girl has a special place in the young master's heart.

  He had this feeling when he saw the young master bring this girl back last night.

  It's worth noting that although there were countless women around him, he never brought any woman back home, let alone into his bedroom.

  Moreover, what surprised the housekeeper even more was the girl's attitude towards speaking to the young master, it could be said that the young master spoiled her, no matter what she said, he let her have her way.

  This is not like Young Master at all...

  The young master hated it when people spoke recklessly, so those around him were very careful with their words, fearing they would say something wrong.

  Lan Yun rushed up to him in an instant, "My clothes? Give me back my clothes!"

  At this time she was still wearing the nightgown given by the housekeeper.

  The young master looked at her and said, "Aren't you wearing clothes?"

  Lan Yumo said discontentedly, "Even if you want me to stay here and serve, can't I at least change out of my pajamas?"

  There are so many servants in his villa, coming and going.

  She's wearing pajamas like this, it's too weird.

  It was just when she got out of bed and walked out of the room that she noticed the maid's gaze on her was so strange, making her feel very uncomfortable.

  Huang Shaoyue raised an eyebrow, "Is this how you ask me for help?"

  Lan was speechless.

  She seemed to understand something when she saw him with a calculating smile.

  What's the exchange condition?

  But before Lan could think it through, Huang Shaojie snapped his fingers and signaled to the butler with his eyes.

  The housekeeper left for a while and soon came back home.

  "He said to Lan Yifen, 'Miss Lan, your clothes are ready, please come this way.'"

  Lan Mu looked at Huang Shaojie with suspicion and then followed the housekeeper.

  He walked into a guest room and the housekeeper opened up a large closet.

  "These are all clothes that Master asked me to buy for you. You can choose whatever you like." The housekeeper said, and then left the room, even considerately closing the door for her.

  Lan Mu looked at the clothes with a variety of styles all available.

  It can be seen that it is a series of clothes, all with girly colors, very pink and tender, without those too gaudy clothes.

  It's okay, she was still worried if that guy would ask her to wear strange clothes again.

  After a while, she changed her clothes and went downstairs.

  The young master had finished his breakfast and was sitting on the noble sofa in the living room, looking at the tablet computer in his hand, as if reading news or something.

  He looked up at the sound of her footsteps.

  A smile in her eyes.

  This brand's series of clothes really suits her.

  Simple yet elegant attire, unlike those women who like to flaunt themselves.

  The young master couldn't help but reminisce, she always had a faint milky fragrance on her body, like the scent of an infant, which made him feel very comfortable.

  His gaze fell on her pink lips.

  Those emerald-like eyes, as clear as crystal, dimmed slightly.

  Have to say.

  He is now more and more interested in her.

  Her taste was sweet and beautiful, making him a little addicted.

  What's even stranger is that he doesn't seem to want to quit this habit yet.

  He had a bad premonition.

  She is like opium, once you taste it, you can never forget it and can't quit.

  Can't quit.

  The young master suddenly stood up and walked towards her.

  Lan Yimou felt a bit shy because he was wearing new clothes, so his vigilance decreased slightly.

  The young master walked up to her and directly pulled her into his own arms, locking her in tightly, then grasped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.