The president's pet daughter

She thought that Song Mingzhe, a straight man, would not understand her twists and turns.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't want to admit to his face his unspeakable little thoughts, so he could only desperately try to find an excuse to escape.

But when she saw her pajamas and everyday clothes neatly stacked on the bed, she knew her last excuse was useless.

Unexpectedly, Shen Xingxi was quite thoughtful and arranged all aspects of the matter.

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao look around, and finally stared at him blankly, couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Then he imprisoned her on the wall and narrowed the distance with her.

His deep and mellow voice resounded above Ling Zhaozhao, like the most alcoholic wine in the world, making people drunk as soon as they drink it.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm not guarding you."

Instead, he was guarding against himself.

Ling Zhaozhao was awkward for several days last time, at first he really couldn't figure it out, but later he figured it out.

Ling Zhaozhao had a lot of opinions on the fact that he had to lock the door in his own home.

But he was still ill at that time, firstly, he was afraid that Ling Zhaozhao would get sick, and secondly, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself.

He is a normal man, and he is very aware of his desires.

Even if he simply hugged Ling Zhaozhao to sleep, the overwhelming desire made him face the turbulent thoughts in his heart.

The reason why he endured it was because he hadn't been completely honest with Ling Zhaozhao yet, and because he respected Ling Zhaozhao's thoughts.

He didn't want Ling Zhaozhao to wrong him because of his thoughts, and he didn't want Ling Zhaozhao to be a bit reluctant.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's words, he seemed to understand what he meant, and felt very shy.

She thought it was because she wasn't attractive enough that Song Mingzhe had no interest in her.

"So, stop testing me."

Song Mingzhe sighed and rubbed her head.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know how to answer his words, so he could only look at him eagerly.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help but tremble when he saw it.

He had to admit that he was powerless in front of Ling Zhaozhao.

He touched the bun on Ling Zhaozhao's temple, it was very cold, and with a slight movement in his heart, he took it away.

Ling Zhaozhao's slightly curly long hair fell down, making her even more glamorous under the light.

Song Mingzhe traced Ling Zhaozhao's cheeks with his fingers, carefully drawing her eyebrows and eyes.

In the quiet room, Ling Zhaozhao could clearly hear the intense heartbeats of the two.

Her face was itchy, and so was her heart.

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, suppressing the emotions in his eyes.

It's like a serious painter who is depicting his greatest emotions.

His fingers lightly swept across Ling Zhaozhao's neck, scratching a few more times as if on purpose.

Ling Zhaozhao was already ticklish, so he shrank his neck involuntarily when he touched him like this.

Song Mingzhe felt her reaction and let out a muffled laugh.

His generous and powerful palms covered her waist, and then with light force, he brought her in front of him.

This time Song Mingzhe didn't hesitate anymore, but covered Ling Zhaozhao's red lips.

Ling Zhaozhao was a little overwhelmed by his sudden kiss, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she closed her watery almond eyes, and unconsciously climbed her hands on Song Mingzhe's waist.

Sensing Ling Zhaozhao's response, Song Mingzhe put his other hand on Ling Zhaozhao's shoulder and kissed harder.

It was as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood.

Ling Zhaozhao was a little out of breath by his domineering kiss, and wanted to retreat, but his back had already touched the cold wall, and there was no way to retreat.

And in the front is her lustful hot chest.

Even after kissing several times, Ling Zhaozhao was still powerless against Song Mingzhe's offensive.

Like driftwood floating on the sea, it can only sway aimlessly with the waves.

Different from the previous few times, Song Mingzhe's fingers walked on her body, caressing her back, which made her tremble slightly, and she could not help but groan a few times.

Feeling her reaction, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but darken his eyes slightly, and couldn't help loosening his grip on Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know that Song Mingzhe had seen her weakness, but when his lips and tongue were separated from Song Mingzhe, he couldn't help pulling away from Song Mingzhe, breathing in fresh air.

With a few more kisses, she felt that her lung capacity, which she failed in the physical examination every year in her school days, could rise to a new height.

The shawl on her shoulders slipped to the ground at some point, exposing her fair shoulders.

And the collar of Song Mingzhe's chest was wrinkled by her.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at himself and Song Mingzhe in this embarrassment, and his face turned even redder. He didn't know whether it was shame or annoyance, and there was an inadvertent charm in his eyes.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help but linger on Ling Zhaozhao's fair and smooth shoulders for a while, and then withdrew his gaze.

He forced himself to suppress the desire in his heart, calmed down his mood, glanced at his watch, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"It will be midnight later, let's watch the fireworks."

Every New Year's Eve, the Shen family will set off the grandest fireworks.

And the big balcony of his room is the best viewing point.

Ling Zhaozhao tidied up his clothes before he managed to organize his chaotic thoughts.

She took a peek at Song Mingzhe who looked normal, and couldn't help admiring his determination.

After all, she also felt Song Mingzhe's embarrassment just now, and thought that under such a natural situation, something would inevitably happen to them tonight.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe's emotions would stop as soon as he said it.

But watching the fireworks, Ling Zhaozhao was still a little happy.

Song Mingzhe took her hand and walked to the balcony, found a perfect angle, and quietly waited for the arrival of the new year.

The wind on the balcony was a bit strong, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help wrapping his little shawl.

In the next second, she fell into a warm embrace.

The aura belonging to Song Mingzhe lingered around her, wrapping her tightly.

Ling Zhaozhao smiled sweetly in Song Mingzhe's arms, watched the countdown on his mobile phone, and whispered unconsciously.

"Three, two, one..."

Following Ling Zhaozhao's final countdown, brilliant and gorgeous fireworks rose in the sky on time.

Crackling sounds resounded one after another in the sky, depicting gorgeous scenes in the ink-like sky.

"Happy New Year, Ling Zhaozhao."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's delighted face, put his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear.

Every new year in the future, he will spend it with her.

"Happy New Year, Song Mingzhe."

Ling Zhaozhao hugged him back with a smile, welcoming the arrival of the new year in his arms.

She spent the first minute and second of this year's New Year with the one she loves.