Jun Xu nodded, sharing my thoughts. When she looked up, Feng Qin seemed to be even closer to her, their lips almost touching. Without thinking, Jun Xu pushed him away with a palm.
“How dare you!’
Feng Qin was shocked and reacted. But the woman in front of the window was trying hard to suppress her panting, her eyes softening in the sunlight, her hands still trembling slightly involuntarily. Her long hair was half-covered by a messy silver mask.
Soft, like soft jade. It made people want to stroke and hug her at any time.
Such a gentle girl almost made him forget the cold and stern side. Jun Xu sat down with the help of the chair, and for a while, the room was quiet. Feng Qin silently looked at her, and after a long time, slightly frowned
‘My lord, where is my belt?”
Junxu sighed helplessly. This was the advantage of having a lover who was also one’s subordinate.
She, Junxu, was able to be both merciful and strict with her subordinates, and she was able to be both strict and indulgent with her lover. With such an exception, it was hard to tell whether one was a subordinate or a lover. What kind of face should she put on?
Lowering her eyes, she pondered for a long time before Junxu slowly stood up
‘Use mine.‘
’I dare not presume.”
Junxu rummaged around distractedly, wondering where the hell she had thrown the troublesome belt last night! She had unfastened the belt and it had ended up on someone else! If… If both of them had worn it properly this morning, would they not have had this problem?
After a fruitless search, Junxu angrily pulled open a drawer and took out a belt to wrap around Feng Qin’s waist.
‘It’s a gift to you! You…‘
’I’ll take my leave.‘
Feng Qin waved his hand and left, Jun Xu sat in the messy room, lost in thought.