198 Wash
He put her carefully in the bathtub, and the warm water washed away the stickiness and exhaustion on her body. Chu Huan leaned his head against Xiao Moye's arms, letting him play around, even though his face was still blushing from shyness, but lack of energy means lack of energy. Therefore, Chu Huan at this moment seemed a little lazy, but Xiao Moye was excited, poured shower gel on her body, gently rubbed the foam, and washed her body.
When his hands washed under her, her two legs finally kicked uncomfortably, her face flushed, "I... I wash it myself."
"You still have the strength to wash?" He looked at her with interest.
She nodded, took a deep breath, and finally moved out of his arms, "There is always some strength to wash away." After all, that place is too human... that!
If he really let him wash her, she would want to hit the wall.
"Well, you can wash it yourself." He kissed her on the cheek and handed over the "sovereignty" to her rather simply.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to stretch her hand down, only to find that his eyes were still fixed on her.
"Close your eyes first." She quickly asked, her pretty little face full of shy embarrassment.
Xiao Moye noticed it too. If he didn't close his eyes anymore, the little man was afraid that his face would become red, so he smiled lightly, and closed his eyes cooperatively.
With her eyes drooping, her long eyelashes covering her dark eyes, Chu Huan was relieved, her fingers continued to drop, and she began to clean her most private place, dipping the water in the bathtub.
It was sticky inside, her teeth biting her pink lips, her fingers digging down and down, her fingers were so sour, and she had to be careful to stabilize her body, otherwise her body would slip easily.
Chu Huan never knew that it would be so tiring to just wash it a little bit. With the spirit of washing early and finishing things early, she suffocated her energy, washing without distracting thoughts, she looked very serious.
Under the soft light of the bathroom, I saw the woman nestled in the bathtub. Most of her body was soaked in the water, her shoulders and neck were covered with white foam. She bulged her cheeks and lowered her head. Looking seriously at what was underwater, both hands were hidden in the water, and his right hand licked. After a while, the woman frowned, as if she felt that her right hand was not enough, so her left hand began to confuse. The man squatting by the bathtub without realizing it, with a pair of dark eyes open, is watching intently...
When Chu Huan consciously finished washing almost, he raised his head. As a result, when he raised his head, the crimson that had just faded from his face suddenly rose again, even more than before.
"You... you take a peek!" She was grieved, woo woo woo, how could he say nothing!
"Yeah." He admitted that he had made a mistake and was very refreshed, and when he leaned forward, his forehead touched her forehead, "Because I want to see it so much... I want to see it too."
His words made all her accusations choke in her throat. What can we do? I have already shown him all the accusations. After frowning for a while, she spit out embarrassedly, "You are not allowed to do this in the future."
"Okay." He couldn't help kissing her lips again, his tongue licked the lovely tooth marks left on her lips, and his hands continued to take over the previous work, washing her body.
Then, when the bath was almost finished, Chu Huan suddenly thought of a certain fact-she just washed underneath herself, it was like holding yin in front of him!
Chu Huan's children's shoes were sad, and he concealed his face with shame and anger, feeling that it was even more ashamed than XXOO with Xiao Moye. When he was about to dress her, she simply grabbed the clothes from his hands, and then the fan firmly let him go outside the bathroom first.
Even if Xiao Moye said again that he would close his eyes, Chu Huantong still insisted on changing clothes by himself in the bathroom. So, after another strawberry was planted on her body, she finally got this "little" right.
In the bathroom mirror, Chu Huan's touch was reflected. She looked at herself in the mirror. The traces of love/love on her body were so obvious. I had never imagined that she would be loved so "forcely" before. So, even if he begged for mercy and sobbed, he could only stop for a while, but after that, he loved more violently.
Because of the soreness, her legs were still trembling, she had to use one hand to support the edge of the table to prevent falling, carefully moved her body, she allowed herself to stand firmly, and then took it with her sour arm. Pick up the clothes on the table and start wearing them one by one.
Underwear, sex, and white floral sling dress. Chu Huan suddenly felt that fortunately, Xiao Moye gave her a skirt instead of trousers. Now in her situation, it seems that wearing trousers is really not too appropriate. Even walking feels a little weird.
There was a lot of pain down there.
At this moment, Chu Huan could finally understand the pain of the first time the best friend said a woman, and wanted to put the test tube in the nostril, the pain caused by bleeding.
Although later... er, she also enjoyed it, but at the beginning, it really hurt like killing a pig!
Until all the clothes were changed, Chu Huanlu showed a little bit of bruise on her neck and shoulders outside the suspender skirt. She felt that she would have to ask Xiao Moye for another coat to wear, otherwise she would be so embarrassed to see her. people.
He slowly pushed open the bathroom door, and Chu Huan walked out and saw that Xiao Moye was obviously in the middle of her changing clothes. He had already taken a shower in the next room and changed his clothes.
Well, compared to her soreness, he can really be called refreshed. Chu Huan Tong Xie glanced at Major General Xiao sadly, and then slowly walked over to the nearest sofa while holding on to his waist, which was about to break.
Xiao Moye stepped forward and clasped Chu Huan expertly, "You really have changed your clothes for long enough."
"Don't move, just hug me!" Especially his holding hair now is two hands passing through her armpits, lifting her up, and then the arm of one of the hands fully supports her hips/ Department, it's exactly-the posture of the father holding his daughter!
Moreover, in such a holding posture, she must put her arms around his neck in order to prevent her body from dangling out.
"Don't like me holding you?" he asked, holding him out of the door.