About half an hour later, Yang Jingxing took off his pants down to his buttocks in one hand and held his girlfriend in the other, going upstairs.

He Peiyuan felt that she had completed the task and it was complete. Her steps seemed relaxed. She even looked down at her defeated general and laughed with contempt: "You are so ugly!"

Yang Jingxing shook her face shamelessly: "Usually it's in the room, but this time it was in the living room."

He Peiyuan squinted her eyes again and wondered: "Why aren't you soft?"

"What do you know?" Yang Jingxing was so angry: "Who said we should be soft?"

He Peiyuan hummed: "I don't understand, don't beg me next time."

What Yang Jingxing means is: "If you don't understand, you should study hard."

He Peiyuan looked at her boyfriend and was very disappointed: "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

"What kind of person?"

He Peiyuan thought about her choice of words and came up with a powerful one: "...obscene!"

Yang Jingxing threatened: "This is just the beginning. You need to be mentally prepared to be a girlfriend."

He Peiyuan was indignant: "Is this what a girlfriend should be prepared for!?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Both and each other, I must also be prepared to accept the unknown side of Yuanyuan."

"I didn't!" He Peiyuan firmly denied: "You don't need to prepare..."

When they arrived at the bathroom upstairs, the girl's first reaction when she saw the mirror was to observe herself. However, He Peiyuan soon discovered that several bottles and jars were still next to the basin, and she was about to criticize: "Didn't you say you would put them away?"

……rogue!"

Yang Jingxing is so careless that he took off his pants without even saying hello. He still has reason to say: "We are an old married couple."

"Ah!" He Peiyuan turned around and stamped her feet: "Put it on!"

"I'm just going to take a shower." Yang Jingxing said and went into the shower room, rolled up his shirt, and took off the hand shower to clean it.

He Peiyuan carefully kept her back to the shower room and shouted: "I want to wash my hands!"

"There's soap."

"No need for yours, dirty!"

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Then use facial cleanser instead."

He Peiyuan was also a germaphobe. She stretched out the fingertips of her left hand to boil water, rinsed and scrubbed her right hand carefully, and then chose to use Yang Jingxing's soap, stating: "Your dirty things are not worthy of use."

Yang Jingxing had already finished washing his lower body and came out, still shaking.

He Peiyuan was still beating the foam carefully, and she glanced at it accidentally, stamping her feet in annoyance: "Hurry up and put it on."

Yang Jingxing picked up his boxers and put them on first, then stood behind his girlfriend and looked at the girl in the mirror.

Looking at each other through the mirror, He Peiyuan complained again: "I want to wash my face, what should I do?"

"Thank you." Yang Jingxing approached and reached out to massage his girlfriend's right arm, which had been tired for so long. It was indeed not easy.

He Peiyuan clasped her hands: "It's not... dirty!"

"Is it dirty?" Yang Jingxing hugged his girlfriend from behind: "Let me help you get used to it as soon as possible."

He Peiyuan had no room to hide and could only struggle: "Don't do it, I'll wash my hands."

Yang Jingxing pressed closer: "I'll wash it. I want to thank Yuanyuan for her hand."

He Peiyuan must have realized that her twisting and struggling was not a wise move, and might even add fuel to the fire, causing her to stop moving.

Yang Jingxing did a good job. He seemed to be helping his girlfriend wash her hands. He held He Peiyuan's left and right hands from behind and washed them gently and slowly: "Yuanyuan's hands are so beautiful..."

He Peiyuan didn't care about protecting her hands. The first thing she worried about was her lower back, so she straightened her waist forward in a strange posture. The girl was a little frustrated and worried: "Why are you still like this?"

Yang Jingxing was a very upright man: "Don't worry about it, I'm no longer under its control."

He Peiyuan was ruthless: "Then get out of the way."

Yang Jingxing said: "...After all, blood is thicker than water. I can't be too ruthless to burn bridges."

He Peiyuan shrugged her legs in protest: "You're done!"

Yang Jingxing felt pitiful: "Just be gentle, it's my first time."

He Peiyuan blurted out: "This is your first time giving it to someone else..."

Yang Jingxing seems to have lost his composure: "My first musical instrument was a guitar, and not yet, it was a harmonica, and then a piano...it was all my first time."

He Peiyuan pouted: "...Okay, I won't wash it anymore."

Yang Jing went through a process and helped his girlfriend carefully wash every inch of skin and every finger on her hands: "It's so beautiful. I feel like I've already fallen in love with Yuanyuan's hands."

"Disgusting." He Peiyuan protested, but this time she didn't care about her waist again.

After finally washing it, Yang Jingxing took a towel and prepared to wipe it.

He Peiyuan seems to have overcome her psychological barrier: "I wash my face... Where are your towels? Don't you wash them?"

Yang Jingxing even praised: "It's so meticulous, I'll wash it at night."

He Peiyuan ordered: "Take it out now. Do you have any clothes? I don't want to touch you..."

Washing your face is a big job. Yang Jingxing continued to be attentive and easy to learn, and asked his girlfriend for some knowledge on skin care and makeup. He Peiyuan was willing to share, and also suggested what kind of products Yang Jingxing could buy for his elders, which would be more effective for the elders.

So many middle-aged women are very willing to spend money, but it seems that Xiao Shuxia is also an expert.

The T-zone on his girlfriend's face was finally full of foam, and he began to rub it carefully with his fingertips. Yang Jingxing stopped studying and walked around behind his girlfriend again. This time, he held the girl's waist with both hands.

He Peiyuan's first reaction: "Itchy..."

Yang Jingxing's hand slid forward and became even tighter.

He Peiyuan realized the danger and did not dare to move: "Don't..."

Yang Jingxing realized something: "I want to repay Yuanyuan."

"No need..." He Peiyuan almost cried.

Yang Jingxing resisted his girlfriend, and pressed his hand gently on the girl's flat belly through her bottoming shirt, as if he had learned He Peiyuan's tickling technique.

Whether washing her face is a top priority for her daughter, He Peiyuan still maintained the posture of scrubbing her nose and did not dare to move, but her voice was already crying: "Don't move..."

Yang Jingxing seemed to have lost his mind again: "Yuanyuan is the most beautiful and has the best figure."

He Peiyuan strongly stated: "Wash your face!"

Yang Jingxing made it clear that he was taking advantage of others, and he intensified his efforts. He massaged his girlfriend's waistcoat line with his fingertips and went all the way down, past the waistband of her trousers, to the upper edge of the girl's abdominal groove.

He Peiyuan was so scared that her legs trembled and she whispered something. She felt quite panicked. But at this critical moment, the girl still made a choice. Her hands fell from her face and her left hand pressed on the edge of the basin.

, He hurriedly put his right hand on the table to get some help, then he bent over and thrust his buttocks back.

Yang Jingxing staggered back: "...Humph, I am sincere, but my good intentions are like a donkey's heart and lungs."

He Peiyuan was still half lying on her back with her butt in a defensive position to ensure that the scoundrel did not come forward to invade again. The girl quickly straightened up and turned around and shouted: "I don't want your kindness... Yang Jingxing, I'm angry!"

There is no lower limit for scoundrels: "You even touched me."

He Peiyuan stomped her feet as if she wanted to shake the foam off her face, and then said righteously: "I was wrong, I'm sorry, I won't touch it again, okay!?"

Yang Jingxing immediately realized: "I was wrong, I'm sorry."

He Peiyuan was puzzled: "Why are you like this?"

Yang Jingxing also wanted to show off: "I want you to..."

"No need!" He Peiyuan complained bitterly: "I don't want to at all now!"

Yang Jingxing said with a shy face: "Okay, don't be angry, I was wrong."

He Peiyuan simply roared: "Put your pants on."

Yang Jingxing acted swiftly and swiftly.

He Peiyuan is ready to continue the big project: "...there are so many bubbles, wipe them yourself!"

Yang Jingxing was simply submissive.

He Peiyuan rubbed her face and looked at her boyfriend, angrily saying, "Why are you still not satisfied?"

"Satisfied, but..." Yang Jingxing sighed.

He Peiyuan was in complete pain: "You are Yang Jingxing!"

Yang Jingxing dared to talk back: "I am He Peiyuan's boyfriend."

He Peiyuan's fingers left her face and spread toward her face, just like the cute way a kindergarten teacher holds her face to tease the children, but Aunt He was very strict: "Yes, I didn't deny it...Does your boyfriend just do whatever he wants? He always has to do it.

Give me time?"

Yang Jingxing felt that he was not going too far: "I just want to touch it."

He Peiyuan seemed to pay attention to educational methods: "Didn't you touch it? Where did you put your hands down there? I didn't say anything, did I?"

Yang Jingxing was still aggrieved: "Not at all, I just touched your butt and you..."

"Did you touch my legs!?" He Peiyuan asked.
To be continued...