The dense water vapor permeates the entire bathroom.
The bathtub next to it still has the sound of running water flowing slowly.
The small window next to it was half open, and it was slightly shaken by the wind, making a creaking sound.
Just in this translucent bathroom, there are many small voices.
A voice that is hard to ignore.
However, at this moment, Jian Fan seemed to be deaf.
When that figure rushed into his arms, he subconsciously placed his hands on her back.
This is a physical reflex action.
But at the moment when the skins of both sides touched, it seemed that the bodies of both of them stiffened in unison.
Maybe not once, but over a long period of time.
The delicate texture is in Jian Fan's palm, he can even touch Shen Qinghuan's beautiful butterfly bones.
It trembled slightly in his palm.
Go deeper and explore.
The stiff/stiff suit material in front of him was pressed by two pieces of softness, and the moist breath soaked his shirt all at once.
A thin layer, the delicate/soft skin rises and falls with breathing, gently grinding the muscles that are stretched until the lines are clear and beautiful.
Soft and hard are originally two opposite words, but at this moment, they seem to fit naturally, not only do not want to destroy, but... want to further fit together.
Shen Qinghuan buried her head in Jian Fan's arms, not daring to move, a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes opened wide, her whole face was completely red like an overripe peach.
What did she... what did she do
Things... How did things become like this
Just as she was thinking, Shen Qinghuan suddenly felt that the body temperature of the man in front of her was rising rapidly, even through the material of the clothes, she could still feel the scorching temperature of Jian and Fan.
What's more... Jian Fan's hand was still on her back.
Even if you don't see it, you can feel it.
Shen Qinghuan could imagine the posture of the two of them now.
The momentary haze of beauty in her eyes was replaced by fright, but she still couldn't retreat.
She is wearing nothing.
As soon as he retreats, isn't Jian Fan...
Thinking of the more restricted scenes, Shen Qinghuan's whole body was already so embarrassing that he was on the verge of collapse, and his calves were trembling.
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She had never been so humiliated.
Just when Shen Qinghuan's body began to tremble uncontrollably, the man in front of her suddenly moved.
Gently reach the place where the two are intimate/intimate/contact.
Jianfan's hands are beautiful, with well-defined and slender joints.
But at this moment, Shen Qinghuan felt that the approaching hand was like a poisonous/snake.
The water-logged bathroom tiles slipped on the soles of Shen Qinghuan's bare feet. She wanted to escape, but found that her legs were so weak that she couldn't move at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the hand got closer and closer to her.
Until it was close at hand, Shen Qinghuan's heart hung in her throat, she subconsciously closed her eyes tightly, and her whole body trembled to the extreme.
But…
The anticipated horrific encounter doesn't seem to be coming.
After a few seconds.
Shen Qinghuan put a suit jacket on her shoulders.
With a touch of tea and sandalwood that is exclusive to Jian and Traditional.
It's a breath of peace and reassurance.
At the same time, Jian Fan, who had only one shirt left, left Shen Qinghuan's back, and the whole person quickly took a step back, turned around, and turned his back to Shen Qinghuan, there seemed to be a few slight breathing sounds, After a while, Jian Fan's voice sounded, as if indifferent as always.
"Just now, what happened?"
Shen Qinghuan was taken aback, but her hands subconsciously tightened the only suit jacket that could cover her body.
Jian Fan's figure was much taller than Shen Qinghuan's, and his suit jacket was put on Shen Qinghuan's body, and the hem could just cover Shen Qinghuan's thighs.
It just happened to be able to cover all the places that Shen Qinghuan should cover.
The warmth of her body made Shen Qinghuan regain her voice a little bit.
She looked at the extremely gentlemanly Jian Fan who was a few steps away from her, and the shame flashed in her eyes.
She even suspected that Jian Fan wanted to treat her just now...
Shen Qinghuan bit her lower lip lightly, and after a while she calmed down slightly, her voice was as weak as a mosquito.
"The window... there's something there."
Shen Qinghuan fell asleep because the milk bath was too comfortable, and she heard someone knocking on the door and calling her name in a daze, and then she opened her eyes in a half-dream.
As a result, when he opened his eyes, he saw a black shadow rushing in from the small window not far from the bathtub.
Because she didn't react immediately, Shen Qinghuan screamed out in an instant.
The body escaped from the bathtub instinctively.
It's just that I didn't expect...Jian Fan appeared so timely, she plunged into Jian Fan's arms.
Thinking of the extremely embarrassing scene of the two of them just now, Shen Qinghuan's eyes trembled slightly, and her overripe peach face became even more flushed.
She wanted to restrain herself from thinking about it, but... the previous touch was like a backlash, stimulating her senses over and over again.
Shen Qinghuan lighted up her feet on the ground, and couldn't help feeling a little numbness from the shock.
Subconsciously, she didn't dare to look in Jian Fan's direction, she lowered her head in panic, staring at her round toes.
She saw Jian Fan turned around, then moved to the left, seemed to be farther away from her, and then walked past her to the window.
Jian Fan held the window, turned her head slightly, and soon noticed the brown bird on the shelf next to the bathtub.
The swarthy bird's eyes are round and small.
Tong Jian Fan stared wide-eyed.
Jian Fan looked at the "culprit" in front of him, frowned slightly, and stared coldly like a bird.
The little bird seemed to be aware of it, and the moment Jian Fan moved his footsteps, he screamed as if he was frightened, his dark eyes stood up, he fluttered his wings, and fled out of the window.
Jian Fan paused on the spot, glimpsed Shen Qinghuan's tense body from the corner of her eye, and her frown deepened instead of diminishing.
After a few seconds.
Jian Fan passed Shen Qinghuan and left the bathroom first.
But it stopped at the door.
"Get dressed and come out."
"Don't catch a cold."
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The signal to close the bathroom door made Shen Qinghuan's tense nerves suddenly soften.
I don't know how long it has been.
She squatted down slowly, burying her head in her knees.
It's because of fear, because of the relief, and maybe because of this, she can make herself forget the scene just now for a short time.
But... But now she really doesn't know how to face Jian Fan.
…
But fortunately, when Shen Qinghuan went out, Jian Fan seemed too tired.
With his back to her, he was lying on the luxurious sofa, seemingly asleep.
The sofa is really small for Jian Fan, Shen Qinghuan can even see his long legs hanging over the edge of the sofa.
A normal Shen Qinghuan would wake Jian Fan up and let him go to bed to sleep.
But the current Shen Qinghuan can't do anything.
She was only slightly relieved.
No matter what, she really couldn't look at Jian Fan directly tonight.
The "too tired" Jian Fan occupied the sofa, and Shen Qinghuan had no choice but to sleep on the bed.
Lying on the king-size bed, Shen Qinghuan couldn't help tossing and turning, as if her inner emotions were leaking out.
Her beautiful Danfeng stared at the big French windows next to her. The lights of the high-rise buildings were bright and bright. She seemed to be in a daze, and subconsciously gathered up the quilt.
As for the man on the sofa with his back facing Shen Qinghuan, he heard the sound of the woman turning back and forth, his eyelids slowly opened, and he didn't feel tired at all.
However, the slightly bright pupils gradually became darker with the night or the sound of the woman turning over.
After a while, Jian Fan lowered his eyes slowly, the wet spot on the shirt in front of him was no longer obvious, but his body seemed to have remembered that spot, and also seemed to have remembered that... memory at that time.
His eyes gradually became empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.