Su Zhi returned to the room and saw Youmeng sitting on the edge of the bed with an unhappy look on his face. When he saw him coming in, he deliberately turned his face aside, not wanting to pay attention to his appearance.

Instead, he looked like a ok person. He walked up to her calmly, reached out to hold her chin, and asked her to look up at him. Leng Mei smiled and asked, "Are you angry?"

Youmeng coldly shook his hand: "Go away, I know you are still laughing at me in your heart."

"What does it matter?" He sat next to him calmly. "This time he was ignorant and made a joke, and he would understand next time?"

Besides, you are not such a thin-skinned person. He is indeed smiling in his heart, but he loves it very much.

Youmeng lowered her head embarrassedly and said depressedly: "You haven't told me that you still have a cat."

He was confident: "You didn't ask me again, why should I say it?"

Why are you all right? She turned around and sat with her back to him, just like a young wife who was wronged.

He turned over and lay down leisurely, leaning against the bed, sitting on his back, Youmeng quietly glanced at him: "What's the name of the white one?"

He said calmly: "Little rabbit."

Youmeng was stunned immediately. The black cat called the little leopard, and the white cat called the little rabbit?

Her face couldn't stop, and she immediately laughed: "Puff, why do you name it like this..."

He looked at her coldly and smiled: "I'm happy."

Youmeng instantly froze her smile, holding her lips awkwardly, while tucking the quilt for him: "Okay, okay, just be happy."

He grabbed her arm, and she was pulled into his arms unexpectedly, sat on his lap, he hugged her waist, and sat up as he sat up.

They just sat opposite each other, she looked at him in panic. He buried his face in her chest, kissed her through her thin clothes, put one hand on her waist and wandered freely on her back, rubbing her lightly and heavily.

Youmeng was very uncomfortable and pushed him while dodging: "Don't..."

"What?" He was so happy in her heart that he was so happy, and his voice was low and vague, "Even a cat can think of his wife, so I can't think of her wife?"

Youmeng suddenly thought of the two cats doing that, and was ashamed: "Stop making trouble..."

He raised his head, looked up along her beautiful and fair swan neck, staring at her seriously, his voice ambiguously and seductive: "Youmeng, I want you."

Her heart suddenly became soft, but she still insisted: "No."

He remained silent: "Why?"

She didn't dare to look at his eyes, for fear of falling into the deep sea of ​​lust: "The doctor said, you can't work..."

The reason for her rejection was to worry about his health. Whether it was sincere or not, he was happy and couldn't help but laugh: "Do you know that moderate yin and yang are beneficial to your body?"

Youmeng was so embarrassed by his words, and blushed at him: "You are talking nonsense!"

"It's true."

She pouted and looked elsewhere with a grievance: "You are just lying to me to obey you, making you happy..."

Without commenting, he slowly reached into her clothes and played unscrupulously in her soft Baiyun Township. She was so sensitive that her body became weak and could not push him away. She could only shrink her body and leaned against him just right.

He comfortably admired her shy and charming look, and his eyes were a little cold: "When I went to Qi Mansion to find you, King Sun of Qi claimed that you were his woman, did you really be his lover?"

Youmeng felt uncomfortable and felt even more panicked. She thought that he suddenly asked Qi Miao, obviously jealous. She had to deal with it carefully. If he had a bad answer and he would have an attack, it would be impossible to stop it.

She frowned and said softly, "He naturally hoped that I would do this, but I didn't agree."

Su Zhi felt secretly happy, his face still pretended to be calm, and he curled his lips with evil intentions: "Why don't you agree? He is so rich and powerful, and he will definitely not treat you badly." As he said that, the hands in her clothes were even more vigorous, as if he was about to crush her.

Youmeng's heartbeats violently, and she glanced at him with a slight breath: "Am I such a shameless person?"

"It doesn't look like it on the outside, but it's inside..." He deliberately dragged his tone, his eyes drooping evilly on her chest, his beautiful curve fascinating. He suddenly turned over, pressed her under him, and leaned against her face and said, "I have to try it to find out."
Chapter completed!