After a long while.
About five minutes.
Cen Shaoqing moved his lips away, and his breath stopped by Ye Zao’s ear unsteadily. “Leader, are you satisfied?”
“Can you not talk?”Ye Zao had never experienced this in his previous life and this life.
This was the first time.
Yet CEN Shaoqing still had to ask.
Ye Zao had never known.
Cen Shaoqing, who was cold and abstinent, had such a side to him.
He was simply a hooligan!
Who would believe this?
Cen Shaoqing chuckled and wrapped ye Zao in his coat.
Ye Zao was wrapped in this person’s embrace, tightly surrounded by a layer of warmth. Every breath he took was filled with the scent of his own male hormones.
...
Soon, it was the second half of the night.
Xi Weiyue once again came to ye Langhua’s courtyard. “Aunty.”
“What’s Wrong?”Ye Langhua’s voice came from inside.
“Aunty, are you hungry? I’ve asked the kitchen to make bird’s nest stew. Do you want to drink some?”