Although Rouyu's dress did not impact Zhihao to the extent of being silly and dazed, it had the effect he imagined. Zhihao looked at Rouyu with bright eyes, admiring, savoring, and all kinds of looks.
Rouyu turned her petite figure in front of Zhihao and posed again.
When appreciating beauties, the order is from bottom to top, or from bottom to top. Zhihao chose the former, which is more in line with the aesthetic order and does not put the cart before the horse.
She has a pretty face, curved eyebrows and vivid eyelashes that are fluffy and upturned, and a pair of lively eyes, looking at Zhihao with a smile. The most prominent thing is the lips, which have a different feeling than usual. The lip lines are clear and rosy.
The dreamy luster is neither red to delicate nor dull to colorless, just right.
The style of the hair has also been changed. Just a simple combing has already achieved obvious results. It is tied up loosely and softly at the back of the head. There is a lively seam in front of the forehead, which is slightly curved, giving Zhihao a lively but not awkward feeling.
Lose your charm.
Short shirt, quite short short shirt, strapless and backless, V-shaped open chest, white grooves and white rounded edges have been revealed, as well as the lace of the bra.
Zhihao had no expression, but secretly thought that this outfit was not suitable for sister Yu'er, and was slightly different from her pure and pleasant style.
The skirt is even shorter, so short that it only covers her round buttocks, and is firm and upturned. The corners of the pink and white panties under the skirt are faintly visible. The line of sight moves slightly downward, revealing two tender white legs, almost completely exposed.
To be honest, Rouyu's figure is well-proportioned and soft, just slender. If she were taller, she would be almost comparable to Yuting, with the same model figure.
The only incongruous thing is that a pair of fluffy cloth slippers on the feet, maybe a pair of high-heeled crystal shoes, and bright red nails would be better.
Zhihao, however, had no interest in appreciating these details. He looked at Rouyu with a cold and dull look, which was more or less far from the look one should have when appreciating a beautiful woman.
Rouyu's lively expression suddenly dimmed, and the high spirits she had just ran into the room quietly turned into a calm and well-behaved one, and she slowly shuffled to Zhihao's side.
"Does it look good?" Rouyu asked in a low voice, timidly waiting for Zhihao's answer.
Zhihao frowned slightly. He wanted to say something casual, but he couldn't help but shook his head and said, "It doesn't look good."
Rou Yu silently sat down next to Zhihao, looked at her hands, lowered her head and said nothing.
Zhihao sighed secretly, gently took Rouyu's small hand, held it in his hand, and stroked it gently.
"Yu'er, no matter what kind of clothes you wear, there is no difference in my mind." Zhihao whispered, his voice was soft, without blame or praise.
"Really?" Rouyu asked in a low voice, still lowering her head.
Zhihao nodded and gave a detailed explanation, "Whether it's coarse pajamas or sexy fashion, even if the navel is exposed, even if it's a bikini, it's all the same."
"There is still a difference." Rouyu whispered.
"Speak to your heart, Yu'er, don't be angry." Zhihao said softly, "I prefer your pure appearance. Yu'er should be that pure and lovely girl, as pure as an angel, beautiful and fresh. This is the same as you
It doesn’t matter whether you wear lipstick or not, or whether you wear eye shadow or not.”
"You are stupid and have no aesthetic taste at all." Rou Yu chuckled and took out her small hand from Zhihao's hand, "Let Yu'er work hard for a long time, it is like playing the piano to an ox."
Zhihao smiled, "But, the arms are still pretty, tender and tender, with fresh lotus roots."
Zhihao originally wanted to say that his legs were very beautiful and vaguely sexy, but these were ambiguous words, and Rouyu was drunk, so Zhihao couldn't say it, and he couldn't make such a joke with his sister in a frivolous way.
Rouyu rolled her eyes at Zhihao, "I don't want you to see it." She pulled Zhihao's thin quilt and draped it over her shoulders, but her two white legs were still dangling in front of Zhihao's eyes. Zhihao took a look, his eyes
Move away.
The two of them didn't speak, and sat quietly. Rouyu suddenly raised her head and looked at Zhihao openly, "But the way you look at beautiful women is different."
"What's the difference?" Zhihao asked with a smile.
"Especially that kind of sexy and mature beauty, I can see a kind of excitement, appreciation, and even impulse in your eyes." Rouyu smiled slightly, "Just like Sister Fan Juan, and Ting...
…”
Rouyu's voice later weakened to silence.
Zhihao didn't pay attention to Rouyu's suppressed ending. Even after drinking, he was still a considerate sister. Zhihao took Rouyu's little hand again and patiently explained, "Yu'er doesn't know something about her feelings for beautiful women."
, every man should have, it is the feeling of a man towards a woman, and I am the same, this is a normal psychology, if you don’t even have this impulse, you are not a normal man.”
"You like sexy mature beauties." Rouyu murmured, more like talking to herself.
Zhihao did not comment and smiled silently.
After a moment of silence, Rouyu asked in a low voice, "Are you a normal man?"
This question had to make Zhihao laugh slightly, "It's pretty normal."
"Okay, I'm going to bed, I don't want to care about you." Rouyu said, threw off the quilt and went back to the house.
Zhihao looked at Rouyu's smart and delicate back walking out of the house. It was so cute, which made Zhihao feel conflicted. Is it really like Rouyu said that he can only resist sexy and mature beauties? So?
Rouyu's back seemed to cause strange fluctuations as before, Zhihao calmed down, Rouyu is his sister, just a younger sister.
Zhihao lay down and pulled the quilt to cover him. The pure fragrance of soft jade remained on the quilt, and there was still a slight tendency to become stronger, if not there.
After lying down for a while, Zhihao turned off the light and saw that the light was still on in Rouyu's room. He hurried over and saw Rouyu sitting on the bedside, still wearing the clothes Rouyu carefully prepared for him. He held his chin with one hand, as if he had something to say.
think.
"It's getting late, let's go to bed." Zhihao said softly, Rouyu whispered "Hmm" and still sat still.
This coquettish sister, Zhihao had no choice but to pick up Rouyu and put it gently on the pillow. Rouyu blinked her faint eyes, with a little bit of imperceptible resentment, and whispered, "This dress,
uncomfortable."
"Then change into pajamas."
"Hmm." Rouyu was still the same coquettish girl who said "Hmm" without moving, with a bit of laziness added to it.
This drunk sister is troublesome. Zhihao secretly smiled bitterly, turned off the headlights, and gently changed Rouyu's clothes.
Rouyu was quiet and at the mercy of Zhihao.
Zhihao's eyes flashed with a different kind of heat, and then calmed down. He might have to be with this lovely body in the future, but not now.
Zhihao didn't look sideways as he put on Rouyu's pants and then his shirt. Rouyu slightly raised her hands and legs, matching Zhihao's movements, and her pajamas were neatly put on, even buttoned up.
Zhihao smiled lovingly and patted Rouyu's little face gently, "Have a good sleep, little brat, drink so much wine."
Zhihao went back to his room and lay down. The lights in both rooms were turned off. The moonlight reflected from the windows was dim and soft, and there was a hazy tranquility. Zhihao heard Rouyu turning over. This sister, after drinking so much wine, was still drunk.
Comfortable?.
Zhihao suddenly remembered something and hurriedly ran into Rouyu's room and turned on the wall lamp.
Rouyu's face was slightly red, she squinted her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhihao took Rouyu's hand and Rouyu sat up. Zhihao smiled slightly and said, "Yu'er, look at my face."
Rouyu only glanced at it casually, her face turned to one side, "Black charcoal head, it doesn't look good, don't look at it!"
Zhihao had no choice but to gently pull Rou Yu's face over, "Yu'er, look, I still want to call you."
Rouyu could only reluctantly take a look, and after only one careful look, she ran to turn on the headlights. When she looked again, she exclaimed, "No, why didn't you tell me about such a big change earlier?"
"I wanted to tell you as soon as you walked in." Zhihao scolded with a smile, "You made me drunk and made trouble."
Rouyu looked at it carefully again, held it in her hand, and said with a happy face, "It won't take long to recover. It seems that the scalpel is no longer needed. It's just... do you want to peel off the skin? Like a snake."
"Maybe." Zhihao nodded.
"Will it hurt?"
"No." Zhihao shook his head.
Rouyu took another closer look. Zhihao put Rouyu on the pillow, covered him with a quilt, turned off the headlights, said good night, and was about to leave the room, but his ears were grabbed by Rouyu's small hands...
