The Beauty of Trial Marriage

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update for a hundred days of trial marriage: the latest chapters from my husband!Ling Qianmo was naked, with only a bath towel barely covering important parts of her body, and her feet were hanging in Ye Zi'an's arms, her hands still tightly wrapped around his neck.

The harsh scream made Ye Zi'an frown impatiently, and there was a hint of chill in his pupils.

It's a pity that Ling Qianmo didn't feel the man's anger on the verge of breaking out at all, and tremblingly pointed at him, "Ye, Ye, Ye Zi'an, what are you, you, you doing?"

Beast, actually sneaked in while she was in the bath to take advantage of her.If it wasn't for her to wake up in time, would this man be ready to put her on the bed?

Sure enough, she said how he was so kind, and his feelings were that he wanted to do something beastly to her under the banner of worrying about her injury.

Seeing the accusations and anger that almost overflowed from the woman's eyes, Ye Zi'an could guess what she was thinking with her toes, and snorted with disdain, "Woman, put away the mess of dirty thoughts in your mind. You were in the bathtub just now. I fell asleep, don't you know?"

"Uh..." Ling Qianmo was stunned, as if, seemingly, like this.

The bathtub is so comfortable, she just lay down...

"Even if I fall asleep, you shouldn't break in without authorization." Ling Qianmo reproached righteously, and hugged himself tightly, for fear that he would be surprised.

Ye Zi'an snorted, "You have to be stiff when you know you are wrong, woman, you are really not cute."

Moreover, he hadn't seen any part of her body. Although he was drunk that night, he still remembered the joy and touch that underneath him clearly.

Ling Qianmo stalked her neck and wanted to say something harder, but she was thrown away by Ye Zi'an, and she threw out uncontrollably.

"Ah..." The sense of weightlessness made her panic. The uncontrollable scream just overflowed her throat, and the person had fallen on the bed like a dead fish.

Ling Qianmo felt that his lungs were about to explode, "Ye Zi'an!!!"

"Heavily dead!" The man clapped his hands in disgust, turned and left the room.

The woman stiff on the bed lost her goal of venting her anger, and she violently tugged her hair and ravaged the sheets under her.

This damn poisonous man, she is only 90 pounds in height at 168, where is it heavy and where is it heavy?!

He must be blind!

After tossing for a while, Ling Qianmo was a little discouraged again. She believed that her temper was really good, especially since she had deliberately reduced her spirit in order to Xiang Heng over the years, she could laugh three points at the sight of others.

But when I met Ye Zi'an, it seemed that all her good tempers could break power in an instant.

I couldn't beat Xia Xueying, and lost to Xiang Heng. Now I can't even deal with a man who suddenly appeared...

Ling Qianmo stretched out on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover his face, feeling a little sad inexplicably.

Just when she felt sorry for herself, the sound of mobile phone vibrating suddenly came next to her.Ling Qianmo arched his head, showing a head from the quilt, glanced at the phone on the bedside table, stretched out his arm and took it to answer the call.

Before I spoke, a sweet and refreshing voice came from over there, "Zi An, tomorrow Gu Bei is going to play a live CS match in the suburbs, do you want to form a team?"

A woman who is still a beautiful woman who listens to her voice, speaks to him in such a familiar tone, and calls his name so intimately.

Ye Zi'an, this man, deserves to have an eight-meter light effect, he can attract bees and butterflies.

"I'm sorry, I'm not Ye Zi'an." Ling Qianmo didn't expect to answer the wrong call, but he didn't feel uneasy about answering the phone. His tone was very cold, "Wait a minute, I'll call him for you."

"No need!" Quickly stopped over there, "Sorry, I disturbed you, sorry sorry. You continue, continue!"

When the phone hung up, Haruko Ki snickered.Whoops, I didn't expect the ten thousand year old iron tree to actually bloom, and there are still women staying in Ye Zi'an's house so late. It's not easy, it's not easy.

It's not kind to share such wonderful gossip with a few bad friends.

With an exaggerated ill-intentioned smile on Mu Haruko's face, he dialed the phone numbers of several friends and was excited to announce the matter instantly.

In Ye Zi'an's bedroom, Ling Qianmo looked at the hung-up phone with a bit inexplicable face.

Why does she always think the last words of the woman just now are so strange? Does she think too much?

Ye Zi'an, who had gone back and forth, had an extra hair dryer in his hand. He walked in and saw Ling Qianmo lying on the bed in a daze, his face sank, "I lie down with wet hair, I want to catch a cold after I get burned?"

Leng Bingbing even slammed over with an angry voice, which instantly caused Ling Qianmo's dissatisfaction. He threw a eye knife over, "What are you doing again!"

Seeing the hair dryer in his hand, he was taken aback.He just went to find a hair dryer for her?

Ye Zi'an came over and plugged the hair dryer plug into the socket at the head of the bed. His black eyes looked at him coldly, "Come here!"

Ling Qianmo's mouth moved, but she didn't say anything, and wrapped herself in the quilt and rubbed it over.

She is naked now, she is really insecure, and she has no confidence to talk to him.

Feeling the man’s slender fingers running through his hair, Ling Qianmo couldn’t see his expression, but he could feel the gentleness of his movements. He couldn’t help but laughed, “Ye Zi’an, you blow your hair so professionally, yes. Didn't you blow your hair for many women?"

"I said, I have never served people like this in my life. You are the first one." The man's angry voice came from behind.

Ling Qianmo made it clear that he didn't believe it, "It's strange, I don't believe you didn't cook for your mother or blow her head over?"

It's impossible to have such a professional skill before.There is no other woman, it could be the fuck.

After combing the fingers of her long hair, Ling Qianmo suddenly felt an indescribable gloomy breath from him at this moment, coldly like a water ghost crawling out of a cold pool, entwined with resentment and anger.

Ling Qianmo shuddered involuntarily, keenly aware that he seemed to be talking about an unpleasant topic, biting his lip a little annoyed.

"That..." Ye Zi'an's breath was so terrifying that she almost suffocated her, "I just accidentally answered a call from you, as if it was from your friend, saying that a person named Gu Bei asked you to call tomorrow. Real CS, ask if you want to go."

"Yeah!" Ye Zi'an uttered, her tone indifferent without any emotion.

Ling Qianmo's heart shook severely, hesitating to apologize or something.Seeing what Ye Zi'an looked like just now, it seemed that something bad had happened to his mother.

She stabbed others' pain, although it was unintentional, but she did something wrong.

It's a pity that before she finishes tangling, the man stopped his hands and left a cold sentence, "Okay, rest early!" got up and cleaned up the hair dryer, strode out of the bedroom, and closed the bedroom door smoothly.

Even if Ling Qianmo had something to say in his heart, there was no chance at this moment.

Grit your teeth, forget it, doesn't she want to keep a distance from him anyway, that's just right!