The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

Saiman let go of Harmore, smiled and raised his hand to stroke Harmore's slightly flushed cheek, and then kissed him again.

Harmore didn't dislike him in the slightest, it might be better to say that now he was used to being kissed by Saiman and he liked it a little.

Saiman suddenly picked up Harmore, Harmore was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he was already on Saiman's body.

He frowned and looked at Saiman under him, every time Saiman picked him up effortlessly, as if he was cotton candy.

Saiman didn't speak, and quietly looked at Harmore with long hair hanging loose and white silk nightgown under the moonlight. With his beautiful face and silver-white hair, he looked like an elf who accidentally fell into the world, so beautiful square things.

Cyman has always known that Harmore is beautiful, so beautiful that people feel that he does not belong to the world, but a work of art created by God.

Harmore, who was stared at by Saiman, didn't want to blush, but Saiman's gaze seemed to be fascinated by him, which made his ears blush unconsciously, and he looked aside in embarrassment.

When he was a child, he seemed to like looking at my face like this, did he like my face so much?

Harmore was very puzzled. He knew he was beautiful, but it was the first person like Saiman who stared at him intently.

"When are you going to see it?"

Harmore felt uncomfortable being stared at by Saiman, so he immediately bowed his head and said to him.

Saiman replied with a smile, "Just look at it like this for a lifetime."

After finishing speaking, he lifted Harmoll's long hair that was hanging down, and put it to his mouth for a kiss.

Harmore didn't pull back his long hair, but told Saiman with a frown, "I didn't wash my hair tonight."

It looks like you are not too dirty if you ask.

How could Saiman think it was dirty, so he raised his hand to take Hamoore's hair and kissed it, with a doting smile on his face.

He said, "I like that you have long hair and look at the Holy Spirit."

I really can open my eyes and talk nonsense, and I don’t know who did that to the sacred and inviolable me.

Hamoore was rude to Saiman in his heart.

He wanted to get up from Saiman's body, but Saiman held him down.

"You don't think it's too heavy?"

"It's no problem for two of you to sit on me with your small body." Saiman replied with a smile.

Harmore didn't speak, but observed whether Saiman was lying, but Saiman's expression was indeed relaxed, not as if he was trying to be brave.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

Harmore said and patted the big hand on his waist.

"It's natural for me to do this kind of thing."

Saiman got up, picked up Hamoel, and walked to the bathroom, with a full smile and quick steps.

The alarm bell sounded in Hammer's heart, and he tried to stop it with wide eyes, but it was too late and the door was closed.

It is estimated that Harmore would want to beat himself to death after he came out, so he shouldn't say such things in front of Saiman.

Meanwhile the small hall at the end of the hallway in Harmoll's room

Lan Ke was sitting on the sofa, and was clumsily disinfecting his forehead. He was bleeding from the injury, and he was embarrassed to wake up the doctor in the middle of the night, so he had to deal with it by himself.

Os, who was at the door of Hammer's room, glanced at the door, knowing that he shouldn't be here at this time, so he lit a cigarette and walked to the small hall, only to see the clumsy Lan Ke.

Oss wanted to ignore it, but Ke Lanke was blown directly into the wound on his forehead by the hot disinfectant, which made his forehead grow bigger. He had never seen such a blow to the wound.

"How did you survive until now?"

Oss was speechless, but walked towards Lan Ke again.

He sat down on the tea table in front of Lan Ke, put the cigarette beside the tea table, then picked up the medicine box and put it on his lap, took Lan Ke's hand off, and began to treat Lan Ke's wound.

Oss, who suddenly appeared and treated his wounds, startled Rank, and looked at Oss flustered and stupidly blinking.

"You... why are you here?"

Lan Ke asked in a low voice and at a loss, and sat down obediently in an instant, with slightly curly light blond hair and bright glass pupils, as clean as if spotless.

"If you handle it like this, you won't be able to handle it well tomorrow."

Oss just said that, the person looked rough, but the action of treating Lan Ke's wound was very careful.

Looking at the face of Ao Jun who was close at hand, Lan Ke lowered his head inexplicably nervous and shy, his cheeks were flushed, and the hand on his thigh was tightly clenched.

If others would be confused by Lan Ke's cuteness, but Oss slapped Lan Ke on the top of the head, frowning and said to him, "How can I treat your wound with your head down?"

"Hold... I'm sorry."

Rank immediately raised his head, not daring to let out the air of a straight body.

Oss stopped talking and continued to treat Lan Ke's wound.

Rank held his breath, bit his lips and looked at Oss, who was only a few centimeters away from him, blushing so much that his eyes were turning around.

It's not that he likes Oss like this, but he's not used to getting too close to others. Once someone gets close to him, he will blush unconsciously, and he can't control it at all.

"Why are you blushing so red!"

Aos looked down at Rank and asked, the straight man was so cancerous that he didn't think about whether Rank would be embarrassed.

Frank was indeed too embarrassed to die, he clenched his fist and whispered back, "It's not because you blushed anyway."

"Oh, yes!"

Oss's indifference and scrutiny were inexplicable and a little uncomfortable.