Yu Gangan leaned in Fang Zhihan's arms, his whole body was soft and he didn't want to move.
"It's snowing," the flying snow fell from the sky. Yu Gangan stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake. The temperature of the hot spring was relatively high, and the snowflake had already melted when it fell on his hand.
"Like it?"
Logically speaking, he should like such a beautiful and romantic scene, but Yu Gangan couldn't laugh or cry. He looked at Fang Zhihan and said, "I don't want to lie to you. I don't like it. We two people who don't like snow are snowing." Soaking in the hot springs during the trip felt a lot like committing suicide."
Fang Zhihan smiled helplessly and fondly, tilted his head slightly, and gently pressed his chin against her little head.
After looking at Merlin and Feixue, they seemed to feel something in their hearts.
A moment later, he came out of the hot spring with Tianhuangdi Lao in his arms and put on a thick bathrobe. Only then did Zhihan pick up Yu Gangan again. Yu Gangan put her arms around his neck and leaned into his arms, enjoying his embrace with peace of mind.
The yellow bedside lamp was on in the bedroom, and the two of them were sitting on the edge of the bed blowing their hair.
The whirring sound of the hair dryer seems to be singing a little love song.
When his fingertips ran through her long hair, a feeling of happiness spread in his heart.
After soaking in the hot spring, her little face was white and pink, and her eyes were bright and bright. Yu Gangan sat quietly, enjoying this warm and sweet moment.
When the wet long hair was dry, the sound of the hair dryer stopped.
Yu Gangan raised his head and frowned at Fang Zhihan: "As a courtesy, you blow for me and I will blow for you."
Her expectant look made the man suddenly lean over and kiss her on the lips.
Yu Gangan blushed, took the hairdryer from his hand, and sat on the edge of the bed while holding him down.
Under the orange light, the girl's little face was soft and attractive. I really wanted to rub it in my arms and ravage her. Fang Zhihan's hair was relatively short. When he helped Yu Gangan blow dry his hair, his hair was almost dry. .
After a few blasts of the hair dryer, my hair was completely dry.
Yu Gangan turned off the hair dryer and said, "Okay, you can go back to sleep."
Fang Zhihan didn't move, but suddenly said, "You will be hungry after soaking in the hot springs."
"Hot springs can promote blood circulation and speed up the body's metabolism. After soaking in hot springs, the body's water will be lost, so you will feel thirsty and hungry," Yu Gangan explained to him, "You won't want to go out to eat. Right? Let’s just forget about the third watch in the middle of the night.”
Before the last word could be said, Fang Zhihan took her hand, held her waist and fell back, letting her press on him, and fell back on the bed.
He looked at her, his thin lips slightly hooked, and his voice was as gentle as a feather sweeping across his heart: "I want to eat fish."
Their eyes met, and the suppressed lust was released in the man's pure eyes. Yu Gangan looked at him with wide eyes, and understood his deep meaning in an instant.
A rush of hot blood rushed out from the depths of her heart, and a blush spread across her face and quickly spread to her ears.
The two stared at each other, and the room was filled with silence and ambiguity.
The heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and the man's eyes were getting darker and darker.
Yu Gangan's hand on the bed suddenly softened. Her body slowly went down, she closed her eyes and came to Fang Zhihan, and then kissed his thin lips gently.
He was inviting deeply with meaning, and she was giving the answer with actions.
The man's hand clasped the back of her head, kissed his lips, held her and turned her over, pressed her on the bed, and continued to kiss her deeply...
(End of chapter)