The cotton nightgown is the most conservative style. Like Xiang Xiaochuang himself, it has the simplest white color, without extra lace or embroidery. But the soft skirt seems to be a secret surge of love.
Her hair was not dried and fell half on her shoulders. Due to the dense moisture, there were two faint blushes on her face. She didn't know if she was nervous, but she held the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.
Du Jiawen was lying on the bed reading a business document. His bathrobe was half-open, revealing his healthy wheat-colored skin. Because his hair was not dried, two drops of water fell on his collarbone. Such a "picture of a beautiful man taking a bath", even though it is
Xiang Xiaochuang, who has always had a strong immunity to beautiful men, actually swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.
"What are you doing here?" Du Jiawen put down the document and raised his head slightly.
"Oh, I... just took a shower, so of course I have to pass by here." Xiang Xiaochuang came back to his senses and still argued. He raised his pointed chin, pretending to be casual, and walked towards the bed with slow steps.
While walking.
She wasn't pretending to be reserved. During this period of time between the two of them, this kind of exercise had become commonplace. Even just by looking at her, she knew what he wanted to do next.
However, my mood after the exam was very different from before. I had never felt that Du Jiawen was such a tempting "delicious meal". If it had been Chen Mo, I would have had a nosebleed on the spot...
Chen Mo's name felt cold in her heart, and the "beauty" in front of her no longer stimulated her senses.
"If this were still the Republic of China, I would have suspected that you had bound feet." Du Jiawen teased, and when she just walked to the bed, he pulled her up with a strong force.
"Slippers..." Xiang Xiaochuang shouted with a blushing face, while kicking off the slippers that fit too well.
"You are so tired even after taking a shower, I almost recited every document." Du Jiawen said in a hoarse voice, and rubbed his lips against her face.
Her newly bathed skin still smelled of lavender, and was as smooth and delicate as silk. I couldn't help but kiss her cheeks all the way to her collarbone.
The collar of her nightgown was not opened high, but Du Jiawen's nimble fingers had already peeled off two of her buttons. As the warmth went down, the nightgown gradually opened.
The skin exposed to the air had a slight chill. Xiang Xiaochuang was about to close it, but his hands and feet were trapped by Du Jiawen. As the skin touched each other, the fire that filled the sky started to burn ragingly.
, and soon became a prairie fire.
Xiang Xiaochuang has long lost the ability to resist, and can only let his body be dominated by desire. Let the water surge like a tide, let the trembling continue like a wave, and his head has become a mess.
When she let out a gasp, she was actually thinking: If time could stop at this moment, she would even be willing to pay any price.
When the clouds closed and the rain stopped, Du Jiawen was obviously extremely satisfied with the performance of the person under him. With eyes as soft as spring water, he looked at Xiang Xiaochuang who had closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and still caressed her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally.
It gave her gentle shivers one after another.
"You smell so good..." Du Jiawen smiled and lowered his lips, biting them gently with his teeth. Xiang Xiaochuang couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
This night, it was as if I had paid back all the passion I had accumulated in the past. I asked for it over and over again until I fell asleep exhausted.