Yingzhen stretched in bed, turned sideways and faced the bright sunshine outside the window. He was stunned for a while. His consciousness gradually came to his senses, and he suddenly remembered that there was a man living in the room opposite.
Suddenly he sat up energetically and got out of bed.
Tiptoeing to Mo Yanyi's room door, he quietly opened the door and went in.
Mo Yanyi slept on his side, the quilt had slipped to his waist after a night of tossing, and his naked... exposed sexy back, with a tanned skin, was alluring in the morning light.
Yingzhen couldn't help but swallowed, and "floated" to his bedside without making any sound, thinking about how charming the spring scenery was on his lower body covered by the sheets.
Linda will definitely be satisfied with this figure. It is not inferior to those European and American muscular men.
Yingzhen gently sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to the thin quilt around his waist. As soon as it touched the quilt, her wrist was suddenly clasped with force. In an instant, she was pressed down by a strong and warm body.
An arm strangled her neck forcefully, and Mo Yanyi's cold eyes shot out an extremely sharp light, piercing Ying Zhen's slightly frowning face.
With her lightning-fast movements, she didn't even dodge away. At this time, Mo Yanyi was so cold and stern. Was he still the dull and guarded Xiao Linzi she knew?
It is simply a reappearance of the cold and arrogant tyrants in San Francisco that day.
"It's you!" Mo Yanyi quickly let go after seeing Ying Zhen clearly.
Ying Zhen's eyes pretended to be worried, and Mo Yanyi was suddenly startled. The scene where the two of them looked at each other seemed to have happened in a distant time and space.
One early morning, a certain person, a certain warm and ambiguous look at each other... Why are the recallable fragments so blurry, like a train rushing past, leaving only a moment of sadness?
Each other's breath blew warmly on each other's faces. Yingzhen swallowed and wanted to move, but found that he was pressed tightly by Mo Yanyi.
Moreover... Yingzhen's face became a little unnatural, and she said in a prudent tone: "Brother Lin, after a night of swelling, your penis is pressing hard against my leg. It's a bit uncomfortable...
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Mo Yanyi's expression changed, and a blush instantly covered his face. He suddenly turned over, wrapped himself in a sheet, jumped out of bed, and turned around awkwardly.
Yingzhen found that whenever he showed a shy and unconcealed expression like a woman, he was so cute, like a young boy.