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Claire, on the other hand, sat quietly on the couch in the living room, her mind filled with doubt.
Jean Shawn was obviously in a bad mood, but she didn't know how to break the silence.
Claire flipped aimlessly through the news on her smart screen in the living room, but her mind was completely elsewhere.
It was late at night when Jean Shawn finally gave up waiting, and he stepped out of the den to find Claire curled up on the couch asleep.
The culprit that had gotten him so riled up was actually cuddled up under the covers at this point. Although frowning, long breaths, and no indication that she was already in a deep sleep.
She surprisingly ...... surprisingly ......
Shang Shawn stood in front of the sofa and clenched his fists, his not so long fingernails left a few crescent marks on his palms.
How could she have gotten him into a rage and still be able to sleep peacefully?
He gently walked over to her, the smart sensor carpet registering his movements and automatically adjusting the temperature of the carpet.
Shang Shawn looked at Claire's peaceful sleeping face, a trace of tenderness welled up in his heart.
He reached out his hand and gently stroked her hair. Claire smiled slightly in her sleep, as if she felt his care.
Jean Shawn bent slightly and reached out, scooping her whole to his side.
She swelled red, but stubbornly confronted him, "I haven't used your gold card yet, so I'll give it back to you now. You ...... let me free, okay?"
“Is it that cheap?” Shang Shawn grinned, looking at her neatly buttoned neckline, suddenly annoyed,
"What's the point of pretending to be three virgins? You're not a yellow girl anymore!"
Claire's eyes were on the verge of dropping tears, but she bit her lip hard with her teeth.
Shang Shawn's heart ached slightly, but he just gently picked her lips with his fingers,
" Remember, everything you have is mine. I don't like bitten lips, and I don't like kissing you even more when I taste blood. "
Though his words were cold, his fingers were warm. Claire couldn't help but open her lips, allowing his fingers to rub back and forth between them.
The little bit of softness that touched her fingertips was so dense that it reached her heart.
Leaning not help but leaned forward, Claire instinctively shrunk back, but he held the back of her head.
Lips then oppressive overlay, Claire, as if frozen, as is, for a moment not able to react, let soft lips and tongue to attack the city.
My heart welled up with this kind of shameful feeling, wanting to struggle, but with his tightly fixed head, not the slightest movement.
His hand, reached into the collar of her loungewear, very dissatisfied cooed: “Why don't you wear the pajamas I bought you?”
Could that be called pajamas? It might as well not be worn at all!
Claire stifled a grunt, but felt her buttons being undone by him one by one.
Hands subconsciously protected her chest, but he twisted the back of her neck,
"Don't move ...... Claire......"
Her name, as if with a rose-like fragrance, rolled around on her tongue, charming out a period of intense love and affection.
When her clothes were completely undone, her skin, as delicate as a newborn's, fell in its entirety into Shang Shawn's eyes.
"Turn off the light, right?" Claire felt her muscle-skin begin to gradually warm up, her eyes not daring to look back up at him, just letting out a soft sigh.
“Let me get a good look at you.” Jean Shawn butted in with a smirk.
Claire was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to put her arms and legs on, and let him carry her to bed.
“I ...... can't ......” she shyly swelled red, her voice begging.
Finally, still heartbroken, Shang Shawn casually twisted out the bedside lamp.
The moonlight was like water, like mercury cascading onto the ground.
Her fluttering eyelashes, each one seems to see clearly, like a butterfly's wings, fluttering slightly, leaving two rows of silhouettes, but letting a person's heart flutter.
As wantonly beautiful as a rose, it bloomed so quietly in the moonlight. With a thrilling sultriness, the little bit of redness that was born on his cheeks bled into his heart like the evening sun.
Because of the exhaustion of the night, Claire could not open her eyes.
Between her lips and teeth, something soft seemed to have probed in, instinctively opening her lips, her tongue and tongue became entangled together.
“Well ......,” Claire protested, afraid of igniting into a prairie fire once again, the excitement of last night had not yet faded the color from her muscle-skin, "You have to work ......"
"You get up, too, and toast me. "Shang Shawn didn't insist, speaking vaguely, retreating his tongue as he was told.
“Good.” Claire rose silently. It turned out that mistresses had another effect, that of free full-time maids. Still, for his million dollars, I guess those willing to take the job were still in demand, right?
She got dressed and walked into the kitchen, ready to start a new day.
The smart kitchen system had already prepared the ingredients for her breakfast based on Shawn's taste preferences.
Claire smiled softly as she decided that today she was going to prepare a special breakfast for Shang Shawn on her own terms.
She opened the smart refrigerator, took out the fresh ingredients and started to get busy.
The smart stove sensed her movements and automatically adjusted to the most suitable temperature.
Claire's technique was not very skillful, but her mind was fully focused on the loving breakfast that was about to come out of the oven.
When Shawn walked into the kitchen, he saw this scene: Claire was wearing an apron and was concentrating on frying eggs, and the words “Breakfast with Love” were displayed on the screen of the intelligent kitchen system.
The warm atmosphere made the corners of his mouth involuntarily rise.
"Good morning, Mr. Shang." Claire looked up and gave him a gentle smile.
"Good morning, my maid." Shang Shawn walked over and gently kissed her forehead.
Because it was the first time, I didn't master the heat, and it didn't sell very well.
The eggs were fried for eight minutes, and when they were served on a snow-white bone china plate, the golden eggs looked extra nice.
“The eggs are fried well.” Jean Shawn didn't mince words of praise.
Claire's cheeks flushed a light blush as she turned around and removed the golden toast from the smart oven.
Jean Shawn sat at the table and admired Claire's busy figure, a feeling of satisfaction welling up in his heart like never before.
The two of them sat down and shared the breakfast that Claire had carefully prepared.
The smart dining table automatically adjusts the temperature of the table to maintain the best flavor of the food.
Shang Shawn tasted a bite of Claire's fried eggs, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, “I didn't realize that my maid had this kind of craft skills.”
Claire was still in a bit of a trance as she sat across from him.
The large living room with clear windows, the sunrise recklessly shot in from outside the glass window, falling right on his hair, making the plates in front of her all flowery white.
It was as if the round sun in the sky had just landed in front of her.
“Today you still call a takeout bar ......,” when he got up, Shang Shawn explained a sentence,
"that store. If you get tired of eating, you choose another one by yourself."
Claire didn't understand why the ready-made kitchen couldn't be used, and her mouth asked, “Can I make it myself?”
Jean Shawn raised an eyebrow in surprise, “You can cook?”
What kind of words were those!
Claire simply wondered if he was living in a vacuum. Did she look like a pampered young lady from head to toe at any point?
The handiwork wasn't too good, but at least one could make do with what one had, right?
"It shouldn't matter if I'm not meeting a guest!" Claire decided it was better to be modest.
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