Major General, Lighter [MTL]

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Chapter 13: Not as good as your smell

Seeing Leng Feng came back, Qiao Han put down the things in her hand. Got up to meet him, took off his dark blue military jacket, and hung it on the coat rack.

"What are you looking at?" Leng Feng found that Qiao Han was happy tonight as if she was a little excited. Unlike before, seeing him come back, the whole person was always a little bit cramped.

It must be related to what she was playing with.

"Ye Lihong's cosmetics!" Qiao Han was excited tonight. Hearing that Leng Feng was interested in her affairs, Qiao Han took his hand to the dressing table.

Her parents are more conservative and don't like her applying make-up. She said that the girl who has not come out of the pavilion puts on heavy makeup every day. They are all women from the land of fireworks so she has very few cosmetics only a simple blush and a lipstick. She only wear one if she in the room. Put on makeup and wash it off after you enjoy it.

Whenever I see women in cheongsams and delicate makeup on the street, I can't help but envy them.

Now she has a complete set of cosmetics, which is still Ye Lihong's signature top grade. After the shower, she appreciates the exquisite packaging one by one. After enjoying the packaging, she opens and reads the contents. It is not greasy to watch all night.

Leng Feng looked at Qiaohan's small hands holding his big palm with a little surprise. They were white and soft, like a ball of cotton. He didn't dare to grip back hard for fear of hurting her.

This is the first time she has actively invited him to do something.

Leng Feng's heart jumped a little fast and itchy.

Qiao Han sat down in front of the dressing table, put the cosmetics one by one, and showed them to Leng Feng, "These are Ye Lihong's famous brand cosmetics, which are given by my...good friend."

Qiao Han thought for a while, she and Ye Lihai, I don't know if he can be regarded as a childhood sweetheart. After all, they didn't grow up together. Although she always called him Lihai ge he was not her brother after all, and it was hard to say that she was her brother. So at that moment, she felt that "good friend" was still the best word to describe their current relationship.

"Very beautiful." When Leng Feng saw that it was cosmetics, he lost half of his interest. He really didn't know anything about these powders and was not interested but these gadgets were beautifully packaged, and Qiao Han introduced them enthusiastically. One sentence.

This compliment really worked, and Qiao Han became more vigorous and nodded contentedly, "It's also very fragrant. Ye Lihong's cosmetics are fragrant and smell very good, such as this blush."

Qiao Han said, opening a box of orange-pink blush, leaned in front of him to let him smell it.

The faint scent coming from the nose is indeed good, but Leng Feng feels that these are far more worse than the delicate fragrance of Qiao Han.

"And this —" Qiao Han opened another box of powder cakes, and just wanted to hear Leng Feng, her voice suddenly stopped.

It turned out that the man's warm palm separated the silk nightdress, and grabbed a small peach that he felt very good in his hand. Rubbing the peach with his fingertips, made Qiao Han's body numb.

Then Leng Feng murmured in her ear charmingly, "It doesn't smell good like you."

"!"

Qiao Han's ears were numb by the low, magnetic man's voice. After reacting to what he said, her face became slow. Slowly reddened, her rosy lips pursed nervously, without answering.

Looking at Qiao Han's shy face in the vanity mirror, Leng Feng no longer teases her. He just want to take a comfortable bath quickly, and then press her on the bed for a good time.

"I'm going to take a bath." After rubbing the ball of little milk peaches, he got up and walked to the bathroom unbuttoning the white shirt.

Qiao Han saw in the mirror Leng Feng took off his shirt. The hard and strong back muscle lines showed the man's strength. The tight waist and abdomen made her body immediately remember that every time he went deep into her private parts, that strong waist. The vigorous force always hit her belly sore, there was an illusion of being hit.