Chen Si was so excited that his eyes were red, but he was still patiently waiting for her to adapt.

Jiang Zhiyu has always been introverted, but under his leadership, a moan has echoed from the corner of his mouth:

"Shen ~"

Her busy and busy lips sealed her trembling lips, and her voice was hoarse:

"Driving without saying anything, not driving without saying anything, little girl, this is what you said."

Jiang Zhiyu bit his lips to fight back, but he further conquered the city.

...

The water in the pot has boiled and makes a buzzing sound.

Next to him, Chen Si turned around and touched a small box in the cabinet and put the noodles down.

...

Jiang Zhiyu was forced to shake, collided with his soul, and played a wonderful music.

...

Sweat was scattered with sweat. She climbed on his shoulders, and the only small piece of clothing on her upper body hung on her arm, swaying constantly as he moved.

...

He wasn't much better either.

The coat was thrown to the ground and the black shirt was taken off halfway.

The broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and was snatched behind his head.

Thin lips were hooked unrestrainedly.

The love in the black eyes. Desire is like fire.

The exposed eight-pack abdominal muscles are filled with sweat.

Except for what dripped on the ground along his strength, the rest rubbed against her white and soft belly.

...

Next to it, the soup from the noodle pot stared at the lid and made a puff sound.

Chen Si picked up the little girl with pink everywhere, and kept moving, and walked to turn off the fire.

...

The two became more and more indulgent.

He carried the little girl to her favorite bay window, as if crazy.

...

Jiang Zhiyu hung around his neck, and the gauze of the curtains was brushed against her from time to time, and his red eyes kissed her, which made her unable to say itch.

...

The noodle soup in the pot gradually stopped boiling.

He led people to the sky.

...

Finally, her chin was resting on her neck, satisfying the teasing:

"I've said it wrong before, this is my true ecstasy cave."

...

Send the little girl to the bathroom.

Clean the battlefield alone.

The black shirt on his body was covered with spots. He never disliked him. He wore it crookedly, picked up the clothes on the ground, and threw them into the washing machine on the balcony along with the blanket on the bay window.

Walk into the kitchen and put the noodles into the bowl.

He skillfully took out the eggs in the refrigerator to fry them, and gave the girl two very generously.

Clean up the dining table and place the noodles on the table.

He returned to the kitchen, cleaned the water stains left by the little girl on the flow table, moved out of the suitcase at the door, took out a sweatshirt, opened the bathroom door, and placed it on the shelf with towels.

With a long leg, he walked into the mist, held the girl's waist and gently kneaded her.

Jiang Zhiyu's legs were weak, so he simply leaned directly on him, letting him relax up and down, and then wiped her with a bath towel, and then put his sweatshirt on her:

"The noodles are on the table, you go and eat, I'll rinse them again."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, not daring to look back at him.

After walking out of the bathroom, the mess just now had been cleaned up.

Jiang Zhiyu sat at the dining table and picked up noodles to eat.

The temperature is just right.

Leave him half a bowl of noodles and a fried egg, and Eiyu went upstairs, took out the four-piece set on the bed from the cabinet, unfolded it neatly, and spread it out.

A deep voice came from downstairs, and Jiang Zhiyu showed half of his body from the bed, leaning on the railing and looking down:

"You have too much noodles, I can't finish it."

Chen Si shook the water from the ends of his hair, walked over and finished the noodles in a few bites.

Seeing the fried egg in the bowl, he raised his head, wrapped his body with only a bath towel, and smiled at her:

"Depending on your hard work, I specially added it for you, why do I leave one for me?"

Jiang Zhiyu tried to keep his expression as usual:

"I'm not the one who has worked hard."

He smiled deeply, finished the fried egg in one bite, and went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Jiang Zhiyu called him upstairs:

"When you go downstairs and bring my luggage up. I will have to go back to school to clean up the dormitory in the afternoon. I can't just wear this."

With quiet steps, he went upstairs slowly, picked up the four-piece set that he had replaced on the ground, then slowly went downstairs, put them in the washing machine, and pressed to start.

As the washing machine was working, he picked up two small pieces at his hand and smiled at her a little:

"Then tell me first, how can these two be wrapped up in such a small way?"

Jiang Zhiyu secretly scolded this man for being too Meng Lang, and held the stairs downstairs, saying serious nonsense:

"I don't know about this little thing, but I have long hair and short knowledge."

Chen Si avoided the hand she wanted to take, and walked into the bathroom.

In the sound of the water, he showed his head:

"Go upstairs quickly, don't shake your long legs in front of me."

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Miss, I deliberately didn't take my luggage before going upstairs. Do you want to wear my clothes and put them in front of me?"

Jiang Zhiyu gave him a blank look, went upstairs with an expressionless face, but was thinking in his heart:

deliberately?

It's also intentional.

After all, taking the initiative to bring your luggage upstairs wouldn't you tell him clearly that he had guessed that he would tell him?

To sum up, it is just-

Playing hard to get.

-

She washed the two pieces and hung them on the balcony, and Chen Si casually found a pair of pants to put them on, and carried the little girl's luggage upstairs.

Jiang Zhiyu got up early and was tired just now. He had already fallen asleep and breathed lightly.

Chen Si took the opportunity to openly put all the clothes of the two of them into the wardrobe, and specially opened a small drawer to put her close-fitting clothes.

After doing all this, I slowly went upstairs, lifted the quilt, and carried the little girl into my arms.

As she saw that her neck, collarbone, and invisible lower abdomen and thighs were all the little red flowers planted by him, which were charming and beautiful.

His deep eyes gradually became blurred, and his breathing became hot.

Turning up.

He supported his arms on the little girl, lowered his head to peck on her lips, and licked it gently.

Then, it spread down.

Jiang Zhiyu was awakened in her sleep, and in a daze, she met his eyes full of love and desire, pushed his handsome face, and inhaled:
To be continued...