Hearing the soft sound beside him, the disciple turned his face.
In the guest room, the lights were dim, but with his eyesight he could clearly see Luo Jia walking carefully to the coffee table and reaching for the cup on the table.
Seeing the cushion she carried on her shoulders, Zitu was stunned, and the next second, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised.
Is this woman an idiot?!
When Zitu was lying on the sofa, smiling rarely, Luo Jia was groping around anxiously.
Because her face was blocked by the cushion, she touched the cup on the table several times without touching it.
Seeing her groping around without any structure, Zitu stretched out his palm and gently pushed the cup she had touched several times towards her fingers.
Touching the cup between her fingers, Luo Jia hurriedly held the cup in her hand, picked it up carefully, and immediately slipped back to the bed as if she was running away.
She retreated into the quilt, held the cup in her hands, and drank in small sips.
When the warm water is poured into the abdomen, the discomfort in the lower abdomen is relieved a lot.
The disciple looked at her sideways, and the light came in from the gauze curtain, reflecting her silhouette.
I don’t know if she was burned by the water, but she slightly parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. She looked so... cute!
cute?!
Realizing the word flashing through his mind, Zitu looked away in annoyance and closed his eyes angrily.
Sure enough, idiots are contagious, and he actually thinks such idiots are cute.
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When Mu woke up again, it was already early the next morning.
Feeling numbness in his arm, he subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but missed, but his arm felt a strange touch, as smooth as silk - that's hair?!
Mu opened his eyes in confusion and saw a blur of chaos.
At the tip of my nose, a familiar fragrance came in.
A faint, rose-like fragrance, that smell was very familiar to him.
The feeling of his body told him that he was wearing nothing.
Moreover, there is a slightly cool body in the arms, and a long leg is draped on the leg. It is slender and smooth, but the skin is cool.
He gently reached out his hand and touched a slightly cool face.
The skin is as smooth as marble, the eyebrows, the eyes, the slender and straight bridge of the nose...
Although you can't see it, you can guess from the outline that it must be a beautiful face, because such lines will never look ugly when combined.
His fingers slid down his cheek and touched something soft.
Those are, her lips!
Yes, that's her face, that's Suzy.
That outline, that touch, that breath...he would never admit it wrong.
The question is, why is she on his bed?
No, no, I should say, why is he on her bed!
Mu Wei frowned and carefully recalled the scene last night. He vaguely remembered her swallowing his blood, and the subsequent events became blurry.
Could it be that they...
I have a vague impression that she helped him get into bed...
Mu's fingers trembled, and the palm holding her face unconsciously landed on her face.
Feeling his warm palm, Susie opened her eyes suddenly and met his wide-open eyes, which were blurred and deep in pink and purple.
She was taken aback and came to her senses after a moment.
He couldn't even see it, so what was she afraid of?!
With a sneer flashing in her eyes, Susie slowly opened her lips and bit his finger suddenly.
His fingers hurt, and Mu subconsciously retracted his palm.