After following the angry Mo Qianni all the way to the third floor of the apartment, they came to a green security door. Mo Qianni took out the key to open the door and said, "You are the first man to enter my apartment. You should thank your eight generations of ancestors. You got lucky!"
"If I knew my ancestors, I would definitely go and thank them." Yang Cheng curled his lips and said. Wasn't that right? He didn't even know who his parents were.
Taking off his shoes and walking into the one-bedroom apartment that Mo Qianni rented alone, Yang Cheng smelled a light lemon fragrance.
As soon as the light was turned on, the furnishings in the room came into view. A simple moon-white sofa, a silver-gray 42-inch TV hanging on the wall, and a pot of daffodils on the glass coffee table. The floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with light gray tassel curtains. In the direction of the kitchen stood a refrigerator. It was worth noting that there were countless sticky notes on the refrigerator door, which should be used to remind something.
The kitchen was full of pots and pans, and all kinds of seasonings were scattered around. There were many kinds of spicy sauces, which were colorful and eye-catching.
The layout of the whole house was very simple, but it didn't seem empty because there were too many messy things scattered in every corner.
Most of the things were all kinds of papers and documents, which were thrown everywhere. There were also all kinds of fashion magazines, newspapers, and brochures on the table, chairs, sofa, and floor.
Yang Cheng's first impression was that she lived a simple life, often cooked, worked hard, and didn't care about trifles. This was very in line with the intuition that Mo Qianni gave him.
Mo Qianni's face was slightly red. She also realized that the house was a bit messy. She walked to the refrigerator and took out a mineral water from it and poured a cup for Yang Cheng. She said, "I live alone. Anyway, there are no guests. It's not very tidy, but there's nothing dirty."
Yang Cheng naturally didn't care much about this. He pointed to the sofa and said, "I'll sleep here tonight. I think this sofa is big enough."
"That's fine. I wanted to let you sleep on the floor. I'll bring you a blanket later. It's very cold here at night." Mo Qianni nodded and turned to walk into the bedroom.
Yang Cheng yawned and saw that there were many magazines scattered on the sofa. He walked over and bent over, wanting to move these magazines away so that he could sleep comfortably.
But just as he picked up an autumn magazine, a small black object suddenly appeared under Yang Cheng's eyes …
If he wasn't mistaken, this was a pair of women's sexy underwear. It had a black lace pattern, and the tulle design made the underwear look transparent. The T-back style made the middle part of the underwear look particularly slender, like a thin ribbon, wrapping around the back of the buttocks.
Yang Cheng swallowed his saliva. In his mind, the image of Mo Qianni's plump and perky butt wrapped in this underwear appeared … Oh no, this underwear couldn't wrap it at all! Two white and tender buttocks would drown that pitiful little ribbon!
A girl wearing this kind of underwear was definitely not to protect certain parts of her body. It was purely to seduce men to look at certain parts of her body.
Women were contradictory creatures. Their underwear was like the secret at the bottom of their hearts. It was tightly hidden, but it was eager to be seen by men …
There was no doubt that Mo Qianni was a single and beautiful woman. In the eyes of many people, she was a self-disciplined and strong woman who couldn't be profaned. They had never heard that she had a boyfriend or had an affair with a man. Many employees in the company even thought that this charming female superior was a lesbian and didn't like men. But she bought and wore this kind of underwear. Some of the hidden feelings contained in it must be her secret.
In order to not be too embarrassed later, Yang Cheng felt that it was better to put the underwear elsewhere and pretend that he didn't see anything. Looking at the bedroom door, Mo Qianni still hadn't moved. Yang Cheng quickly picked up the underwear.
The small underwear felt very soft to the touch. It should be very comfortable to stick to a woman's sensitive parts. Yang Cheng could even smell a strong scent of Mo Qianni's body.
As a normal man, Yang Cheng immediately had a physiological reaction. His little brother was a little swollen. After all, as long as he thought of Mo Qianni wearing this kind of underwear, it would be hard not to have his blood boil.
Just when Yang Cheng was hesitating about where to hide the underwear, Mo Qianni suddenly flashed out of the bedroom door with a towel blanket!
"Yang Cheng, you can use …"
Mo Qianni was halfway through her words. Her eyes instantly locked on the small black object that Yang Cheng didn't have time to hide.
Yang Cheng was also confused for a moment. His imagination ran wild and he didn't notice Mo Qianni's sudden appearance.
Both of them stood there in a daze, especially Mo Qianni. After a moment of shock, her face was burning red. Her moist eyes flashed with nervousness, shame, anger, and many other emotions. She was like an active volcano that was about to erupt!
Yang Cheng's smile was uglier than crying. This was great. He was holding onto someone's sexy underwear in a daze, and he was caught red-handed! It would be strange if he wasn't seen as a wretched man!
When Yang Cheng was ready to be bombarded, Mo Qianni unexpectedly didn't shout. She just walked forward with a complicated expression. She put the blanket on the sofa and walked in front of Yang Cheng. She grabbed her little secret from Yang Cheng's hand and held it in her palm. She bit her lip and asked with a dazed look, "Pervert, have you never seen a woman's underwear before? Why are you in a daze? "
"I have seen it before, but I have never seen such a beautiful one." He had seen it and smelled it. What was there to be afraid of!
Hearing this, Mo Qianni's eyes sparkled, her tender and beautiful face was about to drip water, and her heart was thumping, but she couldn't help but ask, "Is it really that good?"
"En, it matches you very well."
"Go to hell. You haven't seen me wear it. How do you know it matches me?"
As soon as he said this, Mo Qianni felt that something was wrong. Why did it seem like she was asking him to see her wear it? She was so ashamed that she wanted to crawl into a hole!
Yang Cheng also felt the ambiguity between the two. What made him feel strange was that such an abrupt conversation was very natural. It didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
After his heart calmed down, Yang Cheng didn't avoid it anymore. He said with a smile, "If you really want to wear it for me to see, I don't care. At most, I won't say anything after I see it."
"In your dreams. Let your wife wear it for you to see!" Mo Qianni coquettishly rolled her eyes at him. She took her underwear to the bathroom and said, "I want to take a bath. If you are tired, you can sleep first. If you want to watch TV, you can play it yourself."
The bathroom of Mo Qianni's home was opposite her bedroom. The door couldn't be seen from the living room, so even if Yang Cheng was there, she didn't avoid anything. She took the change of clothes and walked in.
Yang Cheng tidied up the magazine on the sofa, turned off the energy-saving light in the living room, and lay down comfortably. He was too lazy to take off his clothes. He just covered himself with a towel and a blanket and began to prepare his pajamas.
Not long after, Yang Cheng's sensitive ears heard the "hua hua hua" sound coming from the bathroom. He just saw Mo Qianni's personal items, and it aroused a trace of evil desire. At this moment, when he heard the sound of the bathtub, he couldn't help but think of the image of Mo Qianni taking off her clothes and entering the bathtub.
In the middle of the night, in a quiet small apartment, a man and a woman just had some ambiguous friction with each other. If something happened next, it would seem reasonable …
Of course, Yang Cheng was just thinking about it casually. If he really broke into the bathroom to do something, not to mention that it would be difficult to meet in the company in the future, if it was brought to the attention of Lin Ruoxi, the sky might be turned upside down.
After taking a deep breath, Yang Cheng gradually calmed down his turbulent mood. He listened to the sound of the water and gradually fell asleep …
…
After more than half an hour, the bathroom door was quietly opened. Mo Qianni, wrapped in a snow-white towel, walked out softly in a pair of flip-flops. She looked at Yang Cheng who was asleep on the sofa. After confirming that Yang Cheng wasn't looking at her, she walked into her room with small steps and closed the door.
In the bedroom, Mo Qianni pulled off the only white towel on her body and casually threw it on the floor. The soft yellow light shone on the woman's red and smooth skin, revealing a glossy luster.
Facing the dressing mirror, Mo Qianni quietly looked at her exposed pink and tender body. Her tall figure, plump and straight snow-white peaks, tight waist, round and perky buttocks, and her whole body showed a soft and full curve. She was like a perfect ivory work of art with the golden ratio, so impeccable.
Flipping her wet long hair, Mo Qianni muttered to herself, "Mo Qianni, Mo Qianni, why do you always look at yourself? What's there to be narcissistic about? No matter how good-looking you are, only you can look at yourself …"
"What? You said you're thinking about men? "
"Come on … What's so good about stinky men? Appreciate yourself, this is called self-confidence!"
After muttering a few words to herself, Mo Qianni began to sit naked on the big bed and dry her hair. Then, she put on a pink and somewhat childish nightgown.
While absent-mindedly drying her hair, Mo Qianni looked at the door from time to time.
This was the first time she brought a man to her home. She didn't understand why she suddenly sent him an invitation. Was he the one who sent her back at night? Did he see that he was too tired and felt pity for him? Or was it because … she had been alone for too many years, alone in an empty house. She felt too lonely and needed someone to accompany her?
No, no, why would she be afraid of loneliness? She had been alone since she was a child. This little bit of loneliness was nothing! She must feel pity for him!
But, why did she invite this man? When he agreed to spend the night here, why was she so happy?
He was her good sister's husband. What if there was a misunderstanding? She clearly hated him before …
What was he doing now? Was he asleep? Or was he thinking about something? Or was she dreaming?
Mo Qianni felt that her heart was in a mess. It was so late, and she should have a good rest after working for a week. But as long as she thought of the man sleeping in the living room outside the door, lying on the sofa where she usually sat and read magazines, she had the urge to go and take a look.
Why did she want to go out and see him so much?
Mo Qianni thought about it and found a very reliable reason for herself. She was afraid that he had bad sleeping habits and would easily catch a cold if he kicked the blanket on the ground. So, as the host, she had to go out and see how the guest was sleeping. This couldn't be more normal!
With a reason to embolden herself, Mo Qianni couldn't care less about her half-dried hair. She tiptoed to the bedroom door in her slippers and walked to the sofa where Yang Cheng slept.
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