Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was stunned and looked at her quietly for a few seconds, then walked around to the end of Shi Yuhan's head, squatted down, put his hands on his shoulders, and gently squeezed him up.

As usual, she must be unwilling, but since he saved her life today, just press it for him.

Pressing and pressing, when she saw the cold, she leaned against the pillow slot of the bathtub, closed her eyes and fell into a sleep.

She thought it was best to bathe him at this time, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to stare at each other.

Song Qinghuan was holding a towel and wiping his body in the water, watching the flowers.

After a while, he said to Shi, who was lying in the bathtub, "Okay, get up!"

With that said, when she finished washing her two slender legs against the cold, when she was about to straighten up, she did not expect that a very large tent would be set up somewhere in the cold.

Song Qinghuan blushed suddenly.

The ambiguous breath that she had deliberately ignored before, once again permeated the bathroom.

When Song Qinghuan pulled him up from the bathtub, his face was about to burn to death: "You can wipe it yourself, then I will go out first!"

Turning around, just about to leave, the slender palm clasped her waist.

With a little effort, she pulled her into her arms, then bowed her head and gave a lingering French kiss.

Song Qinghuan was inconvenient these days. The two hadn't made each other for several days, so as soon as their lips blended together, each other's bodies spontaneously energized each other.

Seeing that a hand had penetrated into his clothes, Song Qinghuan's writhing desire was finally overcome by the only trace of reason in his brain.

"Don't!" She shook his hand, her head throbbing when her deceptive voice caught the cold.

"Let me go back, how to clean up you!" He made a dull voice, and pressed her buttocks to the place where he was protruding.

Obviously I felt his place, like hard red iron pressing against him.

Song Qinghuan's face was red like fire, "Well, I'm going out first..."

Just about to turn around, Shi Yuhan grabbed his hand again.

Just when she looked at Shi Yuhan in a puzzled way, and wanted to ask him what else was going on, Shi Yuhan took her hand and put it between her legs.

She immediately understood Shishi's attempt to keep out the cold, and her small face, which finally calmed down, immediately burst into red.

Song Qinghuan didn't want to do it, desperately trying to withdraw his hand, but Shi Yu was very tight.

"Shi..." When Song Qinghuan was about to say something, Shi Yuhan kissed her mouth again.

She forcibly pulled her hand and pressed it under his belly, forced her to hold it, and rubbed it up and down.

Song Qinghuan was so shocked that he dared not move and stiffened his body, closing his eyes tightly.

After a few strokes, Shi Yuhan speeded up the movements of his hands, released her lips for a while, and leaned on her body, trembling and panting.

Song Qinghuan felt ashamed to death. After washing his hands in front of the washing table, he ran out quickly, taking a look at the cold when he didn't dare to look.

In the morning, when Song Qinghuan woke up, she found herself lying in her arms against the cold and wanted to quietly get out of his embrace.

"Wake up?" Shi Yuhan's low voice suddenly rang in his ears, revealing a lazy and **** look.

Song Qinghuan suddenly couldn't help it. Thinking of his cold and arrogant look when he first met this man, he discovered that this man was actually very evil and enchanting inside.

Metaphorically speaking...

Thinking of what happened in the bathroom last night, Song Qinghuan's face turned red to the roots of her ears.

Shi Yuhan raised the corners of her mouth and kissed her forehead gently, kneading her abundance with her hands from time to time.

Song Qinghuan made an uncontrollable groan, and when he was trying to stop him from making trouble, he felt Shi Yuhan's face suddenly sinking cold.