457. Chapter 457 He plays with the puppet in the palm of his hand 2
The sound of the hair dryer stopped, and Zhuang Tianyao pulled her up, put it next to her ear and said, "You can blow it for me too." He put the somewhat hot hair dryer into her hand.
Lin Jiyue was startled for a moment, then stupidly blew his hair. In fact, his hair was almost done, but he still enjoyed her serving him. Zhuang Tianyao looked at her thin fingertips in the mirror.
Weaving in and out of your own hair is really a unique mood.
He suddenly took her hand and said softly: "Okay, go to sleep first, and I will take you to play tomorrow."
Then he hugged her and fell on the bed. Lin Jiyue stiffened in fear, as she was about to come again.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Tianyao just hugged her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, and the hot breath he breathed made her nerves numb.
Zhuang Tianyao chuckled and kissed her on the mouth: "Still not asleep? Want to do something bad?"
Lin Jiyue immediately closed her eyes, but her body twisted a few times uneasily in his hot embrace.
Zhuang Tianyao squeezed her tighter, his breathing became heavier than before, his eyes were deep and his smile was evil: "Don't move, otherwise I can't guarantee what I will do later, you know, man
I can't bear it." He turned sideways and pressed one leg on her legs, stroking her hair every now and then.
Lin Jiyue knew that the heat from his body came from the skin of her buttocks, and what did it mean? Why didn't she know? But when he said this, did it mean that he would not move himself?
She thought well. Zhuang Tianyao really didn't plan to do anything to her tonight. Although he really wanted to do this, he felt that doing such a thing had to be consensual in order to be beautiful and enjoyable. He was not a perverted sadist, so he still wanted to wait.
She let go of her guard and willingly threw herself into her arms before she could continue.
Naturally, Lin Jiyue didn't know what he was thinking. She just vaguely felt that she must be safe tonight. She was afraid that he would regret it and forced herself to fall asleep. But how could she sleep with her pillow in his arms?
She began to count sheep, one, two... nine hundred and ninety-nine... Finally, the sound of her steady breathing was heard.
Zhuang Tianyao adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, pulled up the quilt between the two of them, hugged her tightly, and soon fell asleep.
Yueyue, have a good dream!
At dawn, Zhuang Tianyao felt a little cold, his chest was empty, and the sweet and glutinous smell that made him sleep so content and comfortable was gone.
He opened his eyes half awake and found that Lin Jiyue was not in his arms, but curled up petitely against the edge of the bed on the other side. He was afraid that if he moved further forward, he would fall under the bed, as if a barrier had been erected to protect him.
He is far, far away.
He suddenly felt uncomfortable and pulled her back to him in a fit of anger.
The force wasn't too heavy, and she didn't wake up. She just wrinkled her nose and snorted in discomfort.
Back and forth, the buttons of Lin Jiyue's pajamas were restlessly freed, revealing a piece of delicate skin, as white as the finest mutton-fat white jade. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and never left his eyes.
On her.
If a man does not respond to the gentle fragrance of nephrite in his arms, then he is not Liu Xiahui, but impotent.
Zhuang Tianyao finally couldn't help but kissed her, not sparing every part, including the delicate eyebrows, the slender chin, the white and tender earlobes, the delicate neck...and the fingers that slipped into his pajamas flexibly loosened the buttons of his underwear.