Yu Tingchuan held her hand tightly and looked down at her blushing little face. "Today?"
His low voice seems to laugh or not.
The whole song dynasty is like a fire around his neck and pecking at his mouth.
May be concerned about the child YuTingChuan came in very restrained.
Sea blue is regarded as floating waves of the sea.
Song city hands tightly around the man’s sweaty neck, so slow and shallow as if she could never reach the bottom, so she couldn’t help but tighten the man’s lean waist, but one second she was pulled open, and Yu Tingchuan opened a pair of deep eyes and eyes, locking the girl’s face with ecstasy.
At the last moment, the whole Song Dynasty clung to Yu Tingchuan.
When dizziness and nausea hit her, she closed her eyes like a stranded fish on the beach
Yu Tingchuan hugged her tightly, and after cutting her shoulders, her nose was straight and her mouth was thin, and she rubbed the girl’s ears gently, as if it were a precious object in her arms.
After about five or six minutes, Yu Tingchuan left her.
The heavy weight suddenly disappeared, and there was something inexplicable about the whole Song Dynasty. She put aside her head and buried her face in the pillow, and there were strands of wet hair and sweat sticking to her cheeks. She couldn’t tell who heard the movement, and she looked at the other side and saw Yutingchuan pick up trousers from the ground.
This scene reminds Song of the whole city that he left directly after finishing the second time that morning.
Yutingchuan noticed that her gaze turned to look over.
Bite that unlit cigarette, he leaned back to the pillow and brushed the hair of Song Qingcheng’s face with his big hand. "How?"
"What?" Song Qingcheng hasn’t reacted yet.
Yu Tingchuan took away the cigarette with two fingers in his left hand and looked down at her. "Did it hurt just now?"
Song Qingcheng’s face temperature rose and she grabbed her graceful body, then shook her head. After a few seconds, she said softly, "It’s quite comfortable."
Yutingchuan seems to have smiled some rough fingers and wandered around her collarbone.
"Are you leaving?" Song city suddenly asked
"What time is it now if you don’t leave?" Yu Tingchuan took out a lighter from his trousers, lit the cigarette and spit out a mouthful of smoke. He asked her in a low voice, "Do you want me to leave now?"
"… no" Song city was wrapped tightly around his eyelids and moved.
A cigarette suddenly becomes a little long.
Song Qingcheng took a nightgown and put it on her pillow in the morning. When she got up, she turned to ask the smoking man next to her, "Do you take a shower?"
"Later," Yu Tingchuan said, "You go first."
Song whole lift was to dial the scattered hair ear.
Yu Tingchuan’s sight falls on her body again. From the back, it will make a man have the idea of holding her in his arms and loving her, and then reach into the thin nightgown with his big hand to feel the delicate body.
……
Song Qingcheng didn’t take a shower in the bedroom, but opened the door to wash his hands and take a shower outside.
In front of the mirror, I feel that this look is extremely attractive and I am becoming more and more strange.
After a good shower, she wiped the wet towel and sent it back to the bedroom. Yu Tingchuan was rushing water in the shower. The man’s cigarette case and lighter were still on the bedside table.
Song Qingcheng walked over and picked up men’s clothes from the ground and went to the balcony. She was afraid that the shirt and trousers would be deformed. She didn’t have a washing machine, but she took a washbasin and put it on the washstand to pick up water. Then she soaked her clothes and went back to the bedroom to take a hair dryer to wash her hands and blow her hair.
Pack up and go to the balcony to wash the clothes and hang them on the hanger.
After these, go back to the master bedroom. Yutingchuan has also taken a shower.
It’s still dark outside after two in the morning.
Yu Tingchuan is sitting in a toffee chair with his eyes closed, and a towel is around his waist. It looks very comfortable. There is a cigarette in his hand, and the thin smoke has accumulated for a short time as if it would fall at any time.
Hearing footsteps, Yu Tingchuan opened his eyes and saw Song Qingcheng patted his leg tone, which was rare and gentle "come here".
Song Qingcheng cooperated and walked over.