Ximen Longting stiffened his jaw and refused to compromise.
Jing Jiaren pulled the towel from his crotch and wiped it on his head: "You, you always don't like to wipe your hair clean."
Ximen Boss glared at her: "Hey Jing Jiaren!"
"What's wrong?" He wheezed.
"You wiped my head after you wrapped it around my crotch!?"
"What does that matter...you don't dislike yourself anyway."
"Who said you don't mind it anymore?" Ximen Longting pulled off the bath towel, "It's so dirty! Do you know how to wipe your face with a towel for wiping your butt?"
Jing Jiaren looked at him with wide eyes: "Then you usually treat me...not too dirty."
A very shameful scene flashed through my mind.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, as if he knew what she was thinking, and glanced evilly between her legs.
He once held her down and kissed her whole body, including the most private parts.
"That's different." Ximen Longting's voice was so hoarse when he spoke.
Damn it, this woman could completely seduce him with just one word!
"Why is it different?" Jing Jiaren covered the bath towel again and rubbed it, "It's winter now. It's not good if you don't dry yourself."
Resist the urge to overwhelm her.
However, Jing Jiaren's body came close to him and rubbed her softest part against his chest.
Ximen Longting held her shoulders and asked her to lie back, then stood up angrily: "I'll blow dry myself."
Jing Jiaren looked at him puzzledly...
In the past few days, he has been less affectionate with her. He has been busy and his nerves are in a state of high tension.
And there is very little sleep time.
She just wanted to squeeze out the last of his physical energy and let him take a deep sleep.
"Ximen Longting, you have endless work to do. Why are you in a hurry?"
"I have something on my mind. I can't sleep." Ximen Longting threw away the towel, picked up his notebook, and pushed a mobile table to the edge of the bed. "I will sleep when I'm tired. You should go to bed early."
"Husband Ximen..." Jing Jiaren rested her head on one hand and made a charming POSS on the bed.
"Don't make trouble,"
"Husband Ximen..." Jing Jiaren stretched out a leg and rubbed the shape of a heart on Ximen Longting's back teasingly.
Ximen Longting's figure tensed violently.
"Jing Jiao~ Wife! Be obedient!"
Jing Jiaren spread her long legs and covered her with a quilt.
It’s really snowing in June!
Jing Jiaren didn't believe it anymore. She crawled to the bedside with a cooing voice and put her arm around his shoulders from behind: "Husband Ximen!"
Ximen Longting took a deep breath,
Jing Jiaren could feel his turbid and heavy breathing...
"Jing Jiaren, don't force me to tie you up."
However, the sentences he spat out were cold and heartless.
Jing Jiaren's eyes widened. Are you kidding an international joke? How could Bao Ximen Longting, a showman, let her beauty go without touching her, and tie her up?
"Tie me up, tie me up, let's see if you can tie me up... It turns out you are very heavy-tongued and like that style..."
Jing Jiaren's hands went down and touched his chest, imitating Ximen Longting's usual way of teasing her.
Ximen Longting's breathing became breathless and he glared fiercely: "Are you in love tonight? Do you want it?"
"Anyway, I don't care...I will keep harassing you if you don't sleep..."
"..."
"If you don't tie me up, I will..." Jing Jiaren put her lips on his shoulder and took a bite of his shoulder blade. It was hard and full of sperm!
"You are really looking for death!" Ximen Longting lit up his anger and rushed towards her.