The light shone on Rong Jincheng's black head, with silver lights.

Han Yurou's long head was spread on the bed sheet, making her skin look whiter and the room was very quiet for a moment, silent.

He stared at her, and she looked at him.

I haven't seen each other for a month, Rong Jincheng has not changed, but his eyes have become deeper, making her unable to understand it.

His fingers slid frivolously along her cheeks: "Long time no see, I look better."

"Maybe."

"Do you miss me? Well?"

"What do you think?" There was no expression on her face, only her lips opened and closed gently.

"Needless to say, I know you don't miss me, I know myself." Rong Jincheng sneered, "It's better to keep you for two years than to keep a pet cat when I first started. Maybe I will meow at me, what do you think?"

"Then why didn't you raise a cat and insisted on detaining me in Jinyuan?" She asked back, staring into his eyes. She could tell that Rong Jincheng was drunk and his words were probably unconscious.

"Of course you are a little more useful than cats. No matter how well-behaved the cats are, I can't sleep. You are different." He smiled.

"I have been sleeping for two years and I'm tired of it. You have so many women, why do you have to keep me in Jinyuan and torture me? Do I have a grudge with you?"

"Do you think there is a grudge?" He looked at her meaningfully, his eyes gradually getting darker and his expression was a little stiff.

During this period, Han Yurou was almost sure that he and her father had a deep grudge, almost like a deep hatred.

But she still couldn't figure out how he, a young man in his early twenties, had such deep hatred with her father.

I haven't figured it out yet.

I don't know if it's an opportunity tonight.

"I don't understand your thoughts. Are you right? I haven't understood you for two years. No one can understand what Mr. Rong doesn't want to say."

"Then don't try to touch it." He lowered his head, his eyes filled with a warning, and there was a dangerous aura on his body.

For a moment, Han Yurou didn't know how deeply he was drunk, so she pushed him with her hands: "You go take a shower, the smell on you is too heavy."

"What does it taste?" he asked intentionally.

“The smell of wine, and the smell of perfume.”

"Let me smell you."

Rong Jinchengtian lowered his head shamelessly, smelling the fragrance of Han Yurou like a dog, and she was really like a little puppy.

Han Yurou was itchy by him and kept pushing him: "Go away, fool."

"It smells so good... Have you changed your shower gel? You didn't smell like this after taking a shower."

"Just changed a bottle."

"You smell good with anything." He buried his head in her neck, sniffing it around, and kissing her while sniffing it.

Han Yurou's nightgown collar was loosened, revealing her snow-white skin.

"I just finished taking a shower and you got drunk." Han Yurou was unhappy.

"No more." Rong Jincheng looked up obediently, "No more, I'll go take a shower, don't be upset."

"No."

"I said no, my face was pulled down." Rong Jincheng deliberately scratched her crunching nest.

"Rong Jincheng, what are you doing!" Han Yurou caught her off guard.

"Hehe." He smiled darkly and happy, as if he had found some fun fun, like a child.

He scratched her a few more times before letting her go, with a bright smile on his face.

Han Yurou was extremely helpless.

"Take me off." He spread his arms.
Chapter completed!