Chapter 55 Her Bedroom Xia Cao took him to her bedroom and smiled at him shyly, "You can sleep in my bedroom. It's getting late, so go to bed early." After that,
, carefully lit the mosquito coil for him, then turned and left.
"Fuck." When she was about to walk out the door, he stopped her in time, strode up to her, couldn't help but hug her from behind, lowered his head, and asked hoarsely in her ear: "I'll sleep with you.
Bedroom, where do you sleep?"
Being hugged by him so ambiguously, and listening to his hoarse and unique voice, Xia Cao's heart couldn't help but jump. She was stunned for a few seconds before slowly saying: "I will go to my mother's bedroom, and
Sleep with mom."
"Haha..." Li Xuanhao chuckled sweetly, turned his head, and kissed her sensitive and tender earlobe, "The grass... is so big, but you still sleep next to your mother, aren't you afraid of being laughed at? Huh?"
"Uh... Xuan Hao..." She couldn't stand it anymore, her face suddenly turned red, and her breathing was a little hurried, "Today, today is a special situation, you... you leave, I will sleep in my room, no
Slept with mom."
"Really?" He still kissed her ear lovingly, "Hey...do you want me to leave quickly...leave your house quickly?"
"I..." She was a little embarrassed, her mood was suddenly disturbed, "I... didn't think so, I..."
Li Xuanhao raised the corners of his mouth happily, opened his wet and sexy lips, and continued to speak in her ear, "Fuck...be my girlfriend...my wife, okay?" His voice was hoarse and low, but absolutely sincere.
, the big hot hands holding her waist couldn't help but penetrate her thin pajamas, gently hold her plumpness, and gently knead the pink bud that was erecting at the top...
At that moment, Xia Cao suddenly took a breath, "Uh..." Under his hot touch, her body couldn't help but feel an unprecedented itching feeling. She raised her hands into her pajamas with rapid breathing, and held on to him tightly.
The big hand of rules said, "Xuanhao... don't, don't be like this... uh..."
Li Xuanhao was not a saint. He held her round hand and rubbed it with appropriate strength. At the same time, he turned his head and kissed her hot side face. He breathed heavily and said: "Fuck... I really, really love you...
Everything I say to you is true...I will marry you...we will get married..."
Xia Cao didn't know what to say, "..." Regardless of whether his words were true or false, her heart that hurt to the limit was truly moved.
At this moment, she wanted to tell him that she really loved him and was willing to be his wife. However, when she thought of the cruel scenes in which she had been insulted by the three well-dressed beasts, her beautiful dream
, he broke into pieces without any discussion, his eyes blurred for a moment, "You should go to bed early." After saying it softly, she forcefully broke off the hand that was close to her, tried her best to break away from his embrace, and ran out the door.
Li Xuanhao did not chase her out, but tried hard to restrain his emotions, and looked at her running back affectionately, "Fuck... you are still avoiding me..."
After standing at the door for a while, he sighed softly, closed the door and quietly looked at her small, but very neat and warm bedroom. Turning his head, he saw a wall with a
She walked lightly over the various certificates she had received from elementary school to university, and looked at the certificates that read "Three Good Students" one after another, and the corners of her beautiful mouth raised knowingly.
The night was really deep. He read every certificate with her name on it and thought about it for a while before taking off his coat and sleeping on the bed that smelled of her.
When turning off the light, he suddenly saw a book next to the pillow. He was a little curious, so he took it in his hand and read it carefully, "Hey, you like reading romance novels? Haha..."
At this moment, a mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the night and his desire to finish the novel she was reading.
'Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-tock...'
He couldn't help but frowned, holding a novel in one hand and picking up the phone with the other, "You're still on the phone so late, what's wrong?"