A Marriage in Mistake: Sir, Please Control Yourself

Long Sihao saw that her reaction was a bit big. His deep ink eyes narrowed slightly, and his indifferent eyes sharply glanced at her. The large hand covering her forehead gently lifted her white chin, and the voice was low and clear, " Why are you so nervous? What are you afraid of?"

Li Xiaoman's eye feathers tremble slightly, and he raises his eyes to Long Sihao, struggling to support his eyes. "You touch my forehead as soon as you come in, everyone will be nervous."

Long Sihao narrowed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped silhouette on his beautiful face, which was shockingly beautiful.

His thin lips slightly pursed, and his indifferent expression did not show any waves, like a quiet lake, his voice was low and clear, "I see you fever?"

Li Xiaoman's clear and bright water squinted, and a little surprise appeared on Qingli's small face, reaching for his forehead. "Did I have a fever last night?"

"Hmm!" Long Sihao's eyes were deep and he responded lightly, handing her the Chanel bag in her hand, with a low voice, "Go to the bathroom and change it."

Li Xiaoman's eyebrows flicked, and he squinted at the bathrobe on her body, hesitated before taking the Chanel bag in his hand, and turned to enter the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door, she looked down at the bag and saw that in addition to a beige off-white organza dress, there were even tight underwear.

Her beautiful face suddenly turned red again, and he even prepared her for her bodysuit.

Reaching out, she looked at the size of the underwear, and her heart shook slightly. The size was just right. How did he know?

The skirt and underwear are all from Chanel brand, and they are still the latest ones. She frowns, it should be very expensive!

After changing her clothes, she went directly out of the bedroom, and saw Long Sihao standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the luxury hall. She was tall and handsome, wearing a black shirt with a dark ink color, and unbuttoned three buttons on her chest to reveal her **** body. His chest, skin is fair and radiant, the golden buttons at the cuffs are shining under the dawn, and the fine sunlight has plated him with a layer of light gold, which is full of brilliance, and the white face lining is more beautiful and charming. .

The facial features are made like a god, the sword eyebrows with splashing ink, the narrow and charming pupils like the night sky, the eyes like a phoenix but the peach blossoms, the nose is like a steep peak, the lips are thin, the lips are cherry-like colors, and the powder is attractive. With a height of more than one meter eight or eight, wide shoulders and narrow waist, a golden ratio figure with an inverted triangle, the silhouette is perfect, 360 degrees are perfect and there is no dead angle, no matter which angle you look at, it is almost perfect and impeccable.

He just stood there is a beautiful scenery, cold, noble, elegant, charming, charming.

Li Xiaoman's cheery eyes narrowed, and he unconsciously looked at him more, and then said in a hard and alienated voice: "That... how much clothes? I will give you the money back."

Long Sihao's deep narrow eyes narrowed slightly, strode in front of her, leaned down slightly, her keen eyes fell on her beautiful little face, and her thin lips were close to her ears, "I don't want money, I want……"

During his speech, his long, white fingers pushed a strand of hair from her temples behind her ears, and her movements were gentle and ambiguous.

The fragrance that belongs to him struck, Li Xiaoman's eyebrows flicked, and he took a step back, seemingly unintentionally, standing straight, his eyes squinted, his tone hard, "I think I should have nothing but money. Give you."

Long Sihao looked at her cold and alienated face, and the dark eyes became deeper and more opaque, "Not necessary."

His voice was still low and clear, but the short three words were faintly cold.

Li Xiaoman glanced at him a little bit unclearly, feeling that his words seemed to be mixed with a trace of anger that could not tell the unknown.

Perhaps it was her illusion that she was not familiar with him, and he could not be angry because of her sentence.

She raised her eyes to him, her voice clear and aloof, "I am grateful that you did not throw the drunken me on the roadside last night. Although you are Huo Yunene's elder brother, I am not familiar with you... …"

Long Sihao's eyes were dull and interrupted her words, "Not familiar?"

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