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When her clothes were half off, Beiming Han couldn’t help but kiss her moist lips…

After changing clothes, Gu Qingxin went to find the birthday gift for Huangfu Ye.

Her shoulder was grabbed by Beiming Han, she turned her head, and with the man’s help, she was seated in front of the dressing table. Beiming Han’s hand was now holding a curling iron.

Seeing the man with the curling iron, Gu Qingxin quickly dodged to one side, “Young Master, what are you doing?”

“Don’t move, I’m curling your hair.” Beiming Han gently played with her long hair, it was exquisite, naturally straight, and felt cool and smooth in his hand.

“Alt? Can you do it? It’s very dangerous.” Gu Qingxin was afraid that he would burn her.

“Sit still and don’t move!” Beiming Han coughed lightly, this was a new skill to him, his hand ran through her hair strands and began to carefully curl them.

Although he was not very skilled, she could feel his cautiousness. In ten minutes, Gu Qingxin’s originally straight black hair turned into a seductive big wave curl which matched perfectly with her light blue gown.

Gu Qingxin gently held her curls, when she let go, the hair bounced a few times. The curls gave her an extra touch of intoxicating laziness.

Beiming Han put down the tool in his hand, couldn’t help but lean down to lightly kiss her hair.

He truly adored every part of this little thing, even a single strand of her hair, he felt was beautiful.

Beiming Han had also changed his clothes. As they were about to leave, Gu Qingxin noticed his slightly crooked bow tie and said, “Wait a moment.”

Beiming Han watched her, Gu Qingxin had already walked over to him, she raised her hand and carefully corrected his bow tie, the corner of her mouth slightly raised, “Done, let’s go.”

Her hand was held by him, pressed against his chest, Gu Qingxin looked up at him, clearly seeing a flicker of a dark light in his eyes.

This made her heart skip a beat.

“Xin’er…there’s still time.” Beiming Han grabbed her hand and dragged her back to the bedroom.

“Young Master, the clothes!”

“Call me what?”

“Alt Han…the clothes, the clothes will wrinkle!”

When they were about to leave, Gu Qingxin’s legs were weak. She thought of Long Xuxu’s words, feeling frustrated in her heart, she said, “Young Master, you go first, I’m going to find Qianqian, I ll be going with her.”

Just as Beiming Han was about to stop her, he saw someone rushing over and told him something hastily.

Looking at the girl who had already moved away, Beiming Han turned around and left with that person.

Since boarding the ship, Beiming Shasha had been sticking to Bai Jingqing, who barely paid any attention to her. He had never liked the ninth young lady of Beiming Family, with her arrogant temper.

But Beiming Shasha did not seem to care about his indifference at all. The colder he was to her, the more she wanted to stick to him. She narcissistically believed that no man could not like her given her status and position.

Bai Jingqing walked up to the third deck, hands on the railing, looking down. When he saw the man and woman hugging each other on the second deck, his dark eyes were dangerous.

Beiming Shasha also followed him over. Looking in the same direction as Bai Jingqing, she reached out and took his arm, saying, “Isn’t that Bai Ruiqing? The girl he’s hugging is the friend of the maid, right? What’s Bai Ruiqing doing! He’s with such a cheap girl, not afraid of catching germs….”

Bai Jingqing glanced coldly at the young girl next to him with delicate makeup on her face, and there was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes…………………………….