young master improve work efficiency. Madam, could you please say a few words for Xiaoluo so that she can continue to stay at the headquarters Consider it as showing face to me, this second-generation...Looking back now, it was truly a stroke of fate.

The woman he had held and kissed as a child, his stepsister, actually married him when they grew up, although it was a forced marriage.

"Don't you remember" Tong Yimo countered.

Cold Night sank, inexplicably blushing under her questioning.

Tong Yimo stared at Leng Yesen, so she leaned closer to him. Her breath almost sprayed onto his handsome face, and the air around them instantly became a little ambiguous.

"Big bro, do you need me to help you remember" she said with a sly smile.

Leng Ye Chen coughed sharply, feigning composure as he raised an eyebrow. "How do you intend to help me recall"

"Of course it's to kiss you!" Tong Yimo said with a tender smile in her eyes.

Leng Ye Shen smiled knowingly.

He suddenly stood up, reaching out to grasp her waist, pulling her from the round stool and holding her close in his arms.

Tong Yi Mo only felt her own chest bump against this man's solid torso.

"I love the way you ignite me." Leng Ye's voice, usually cold and distant, softened with a captivating timbre, like a cello's deep resonance vibrating through the air.

Tong Yimuo slightly tilted her head, staring blankly at Leng Yeshen's thin lips.

The fluorescent lights inside the room cast a faint white shimmer on his lip gloss, his lips slightly parted, as smooth and radiant as jade.

Originally, a man's lips, can also be this attractive.

Tong Yimo tiptoed and bit Leng Yechen's lower lip.

With a hiss, Leng Ye furrowed his sword brows, but instead of pushing her away, he let her bite him.

Her canines only grazed his lip, pulling it outward gently without breaking the skin.

"Hmm, not delicious at all!" Tong Yimo let out a breath and muttered.

Cold Night's forbearance was broken by a chuckle as he lowered his head, his thin lips brushing her ear. He whispered softly, "I have something delicious here, would you like to try it"

Tong Yimo pressed her hands against his chest, tilted her head back again, and stared at Leng Yechen's dark eyes in astonishment. She couldn't help but accuse him: "How could you be so bad You even hid the delicious things!"

"What do you want to eat" Leng Ye chuckled softly.

“Of course!” Tong Yimo answered without hesitation.

She is really a foodie!

Cold Night chuckled, but knew he couldn't keep up the playful teasing any longer.

This girl has become so innocent...

How can he possibly continue

"How about we sneak some food from the kitchen" Leng Yechen had to change the subject.

Tong Yimo was quite excited: "Okay! This time, I'm going to steal a roasted chicken back to eat!"

He'd rather eat her than roast chicken.

Cold Night suppressed this thought.

After returning home from their late-night snack, he and she still slept in the same room but different beds.

The next day, Tong Yimo continued to accompany Madam Leng as usual.

This morning, Tong Yimo sat beside a long wooden table, trimming and sorting the various fresh flowers that had just been delivered from the glass greenhouses in the suburbs.

Mrs. Leng picked up the freshly trimmed flowers that Tong Yimo had prepared and inserted them into the nutrient soil. She said meaningfully, “Have you forgotten your duties as a wife because of amnesia”

"!" Lady Leng suddenly said such a thing, leaving Tong Yimo stunned.

Mrs. Leng glanced at Tong Yimo and inserted a peony into the center of the nutrient soil. Then she said, "The maid who tidies up for you told me that you and Xiaocheng sleep in separate beds. Is the bed too small for the two of you"

"…" Tong Yimo was speechless when confronted by Madam Leng's words, unable to utter a single response for a moment.

"Why aren't you speaking" Madam Leng narrowed her eyes in displeasure.

His son's love for this woman is truly deep, he even doesn't care about a man's dignity anymore

The daughter-in-law was not the biological daughter after all, so naturally the cold madam favored her own son.

Tong Yi Mo just wanted to say that it was her big brother who wanted to sleep in separate beds, but the words reached her throat and were swallowed back by herself.

“I…I didn’t sleep in separate beds from my brother!” Tong Yimo forced a smile, widening her mouth into a big grin. Although she was lying, she had to make it sound convincing.

“I've prepared a nightgown for you. After dinner, I'll have the maid take it to your room. Wear it for Xiao Chen tonight! I think my son will love it.” The cold Madam kept a neutral expression and calmly picked up another peony and pinned it up. “Since I don't care whether or not you can give birth anymore, you can't possibly let my son become a monk, can you”

When Tong Yimo heard these words from Leng Fu, she felt strange, but it was hard to refute.

As a result, true to her word, the maid arrived after dinner bearing a pink square gift box and delivered it to her room.

The maid placed the gift box down, curtsied, and then retreated. Before leaving, she also closed the door for her.

Tong Yi Mo sat at the table, curiously opening the gift box.

Inside was a box full of white feathers, and on top of them lay a pile of black silky cloth.

When Tong Yimo picked up the garment, she saw a pair of black thong underwear and a two-piece bra, along with a sheer lace suspender skirt that was almost transparent.

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