Her hair was wet and stuck to her face, and her face was filled with a spring-like luster, which was charming.
The figure is convex and concave, the arms are like pink lotus roots, and those legs are so breathtaking that Zhihao can't help himself and stares at it in a daze.
Yuting blushed and said softly, "What are you looking at? Is sister pretty?"
"It looks good." Zhihao nodded hastily, giving Yuting a very solemn impression. Yuting couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Just take a look. How can a brother look at his sister like this?"
Zhihao quickly nodded in agreement, but still couldn't keep his eyes away from Yu Ting.
"You should go take a shower too, it's a hot day."
"No, I'll go back and rush."
"Sister, this place is very convenient. I've been tired for a long day, so I feel comfortable after just taking a quick walk."
"Yeah." Zhihao nodded.
There is still a lingering fragrance of Yu Ting and a faint scent of shampoo in the bathroom. There is a special feeling. This feeling makes Zhihao stand under the sprinkler head and does not want to open the faucet for a long time. It seems that Yu Ting remains here as soon as the water washes down.
The breath, along with the water flow, washed into the floor drain.
Zhihao slowly turned on the faucet.
The lukewarm water splashed on Zhihao, making him feel very comfortable.
Zhihao put away his distracting thoughts and washed them carefully, as if he wanted to wash away the dust and all the distracting thoughts on his body.
Zhihao was rinsing carefully, and Zhihao was quietly listening to the sound of water. He heard Yuting saying outside the door, "Wash your clothes too, the washing machine is next to it."
Zhihao put all the clothes into the washing machine. When the washing machine started to spin, he realized that he had to wear the clothes after washing. He wanted to stop, but it was too late, and the clothes were completely soaked in the water.
Zhihao had no choice but to rinse, apply bath liquid, rinse off, and apply again. Time passed slowly, and Zhihao looked forward to the clothes being washed and dried soon. Even if they were a little wet, it would be fine.
Ah, it's better than no clothes at all.
Yu Ting said with a smile outside the door, "It's taken me so long and I'm still washing. It's slower than me. When you're done washing, come out."
Zhihao looked sad, almost crying, "Sister Ting, the clothes are still being washed. When I come out, what should I wear?"
"I forgot." Yu Ting chuckled, "Sister, I'll pick up some clothes for you."
Yu Ting knocked on the door gently, Zhihao hid behind the door and opened it a crack.
A pair of pajamas was handed in, along with Yuting's jade-lotus-like arms.
Zhihao took the pajamas and hurriedly closed the door.
What would it look like if Yu Ting came in? Zhihao thought vaguely. His heart was full of contradictions. He was looking forward to Yu Ting coming in, but he was also afraid of Yu Ting coming in. However, the unsatisfactory thing began to bulge slightly, and Zhihao felt ashamed.
He was blushing, secretly cursing himself that he had no future at all.
Zhihao finally waited for himself to calm down, and put on his pajamas, which were thick pajamas like a windbreaker. After looking in the mirror, Zhihao felt that he fit well.
Do you go out like this and look like a laid-back big boss?
Zhihao looked around and saw that he didn't have the richness of the big boss, nor the maturity and self-confidence of the big boss. He was too immature, still young... Zhihao smiled secretly, but heard Yu Ting say loudly outside, "
You’ve already put on your clothes, why are you hiding in there?”
Zhihao had no choice but to come out with a red face, always feeling empty.
Yuting was sitting on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, watching TV.
The posture is particularly elegant, especially those two legs, which are as smooth as jade, slender and sexy.
Zhihao gently sat next to Yuting and felt Yuting's charming feminine scent again.
Zhihao wants to hug Yuting.
Yes, the charming woman is right next to her. She is a beauty, with a slim figure and an elegant temperament. The sensitive parts of her body are looming in front of Zhihao. Zhihao is a young man in his early twenties, an age where impulses cannot be controlled.
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Zhihao wanted to hug Yuting, but he hesitated in his heart. He was a little embarrassed and did not dare to look at others. He lowered his head shyly and fiddled with the hem of his skirt, no, the hem of his clothes, the hem of his pajamas.
"It will feel much cooler if you take a shower, right?" Yu Ting's gentle words broke the awkwardness between the two of them.
"Yes, yes." Zhihao nodded, still not daring to look at Yuting.
"I don't smell like sweat anymore." Yu Ting came closer and smelled Zhihao.
