Because she was worried, she crawled out and wrung the water on her clothes, looking at it for a while.
really-
The man seemed to be competing with her, leaning slightly on the side of the bathtub with his palms spread out, extremely stubborn.
"Together."
The big palm stretched out in front of Song Yaoyao was well-proportioned, and the fingers were slender and well-defined, which was particularly beautiful.
She sighed, rubbed her little face and looked up.
Seeing this, I was stunned—
The man's hair was lying limply on his forehead, and his skin became more and more porcelain white. The facial features are extremely close and exquisite, as if they were carefully carved by God, and they are meticulously drawn and outlined stroke by stroke, without any blemishes.
The water by the bathtub was still running, dripping and splashing.
Drops of water rolled down from the tip of his hair, crossed his graceful jaw line, and finally flowed over his chest, 'tick' converging into the water.
Gudong—
Song Yaoyao heard the sound of herself swallowing.
Huo Yunque sent another invitation, and stretched out his hand stubbornly, "Yoyao..."
This sound is extremely gentle and affectionate.
The line of reason in Song Yaoyao's head was suddenly broken, and she nodded decisively, "Wash, wash! Let's wash together!"
Anyway, brother was drunk, even if she did something, he wouldn't know.
so…
Hey hey...
…
The first ray of light in the morning came in through the cracks in the curtains.
Song Yaoyao rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed. She was taken aback when she found that the surrounding was empty.
He reached out and touched the bed beside him, it was warm.
Song Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, knelt on the bed and continued to be in a daze.
"Click."
Just then, the man came out of the bathroom.
His trousers are complete, and most of the buttons on the top of the shirt are unbuttoned, revealing a large chest.
"woke up?"
Huo Yunque stepped forward with his long legs, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.
He turned sideways slightly, and when he heard Song Yaoyao grunt, he regained his senses slightly.
Huo Yunque pointed to the red marks on his chest and Adam's apple neck that could not be covered up that night, and asked, "Honey, what do you think this is?"
"What... puke cough cough..."
Song Yaoyao's curiosity just came up, and when she saw the large strawberry mark on Huo Yunque's body, she immediately looked away guiltily.
"I... I don't know, did you get bitten by a bug?" Song Yaoyao managed to calm down and asked pretending to be worried.
"Huh?" A smile appeared in Huo Yunque's eyes, and he said narrowly, "That must be a big mosquito, right? Could it be that it has become a sperm?"
"Bah!" Song Yaoyao retorted immediately, "You are the mosquito——"
In the middle of speaking, she shrank her head to react, but it was too late.
Huo Yunque smiled lowly, leaning against the bed and lazily fastening buttons one by one.
It also concealed the embarrassing evidence for Song Yaoyao.
But the redness at the Adam's apple...
That is really unbearable.
Song Yaoyao's face was blushing, she was too embarrassed. If I had known that the biting position would not be so close, if someone saw her, wouldn't I have suspected her
She's not a hooligan!
There was silence in the bedroom, just when Song Yaoyao was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, she spread a palm in front of her eyes, the palm facing upwards.
"Bring me your phone."
Hearing this, Song Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat again.
She clutched the hem of her pajamas nervously, blinking her eyes innocently, "My phone...is out of battery..."
"oh?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and did not argue with her, "What did you shoot, and the battery ran out?"
"Pfft..."
Song Yaoyao stared and rubbed her nose in embarrassment.
"Brother... Do you remember?"
Huo Yunque stroked her soft face and curled his lips, "I don't remember everything, it's just a coincidence that what someone did to me, when I woke up, it was like watching a movie, I remembered everything gone."