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Just as he was talking, Ma Zai took out a tablet computer out of nowhere, and started: "Young master's likes and dislikes, the first one, the young master should avoid sour, spicy, slightly spicy..."

"The second thing, the young master likes light food, such as..."

"..." Ye Qingcheng's face darkened immediately, "Who is interested in hearing this from you!"

"It's okay, I'll print it out for you and you can just take it and read it every day."

"Oh? Then, based on your likes and dislikes, can I ask you about your standards for women?"

"Why, you want to know my taste so quickly?"

"Of course not," Ye Qingcheng raised her chin, she wished to be the kind of woman he hated the most.

"I like you just like that." He said, leaning over as if to kiss her.

Ye Qingcheng pushed him away, "What don't you like?!"

"There's nothing I don't like." Dongfang Shijin raised the corners of his lips evilly, "As long as it's a woman, that's fine."

"Do you like pigs too? Old and ugly? The taste is really strong."

"Do you think this kind of person is qualified to get into my bed?" Dongfang Shijin pinched her little face, and his smile grew wider.

This woman really attracted him all the time.

Ma Zai couldn't help but feel ashamed, this conversation has no nutritional value...

Dongfang Shijin had a happy smile on his face, no one had ever made him feel this way.It is comfortable and natural to get along with.

Because there was no chef to temporarily modify these meals, Ye Qingcheng ate just as he wished.

It doesn't matter, anyway, I can leave soon, just be patient.

After eating, Ye Qingcheng lay on the bed with her mobile phone in her arms, listening to the sound of water rushing from the bathroom, thinking hard in her heart.

Now in her head, it's all about escape plans.

There is only one chance, and she must make good use of it.

Ye Qingcheng flicked the screen of the phone repeatedly.

A hot big hand suddenly caressed her waist, and immediately after that, the fragrance after bathing came to her nostrils.

Ye Qingcheng stuffed the phone under the pillow almost in the next second.

"What are you looking at so preoccupied?" He sat next to her, his curly hair was messy and dripping wet.

"It's nothing." Ye Qingcheng said quickly, and sat up again, "I'm going to take a shower."

As soon as the person got up, he was pulled back by another force, which happened to sit on his lap.

"Let go of me, I'm going to take a shower, I'm tired today." Ye Qingcheng hurriedly made excuses for himself.

Every time she was alone with him like this, Ye Qingcheng felt particularly insecure, as if she would be wiped out in the next second.

What's more, he is now wearing a bath towel, and under his body is a ready-made big bed.

"What are you thinking?" He put his arms around her, staring at her sudden unnatural expression, with a wanton smile on his face, "Is it something bad, huh?"

"It's nothing." Ye Qingcheng did think of some... not so good things.

The ambiguity in the air began to spread again...

Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, feeling that if she was by his side again, something bad would definitely happen.

Dongfang Shijin hugged her, sat down on the rattan chair next to the dressing table, and motioned, "Blow my hair."

"I'm not your servant." Ye Qingcheng was about to jump off.

"Don't do it?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes lingering on her chest, as if implying something.