She washed the dishes well, and she hasn't taken a bath yet, so she doesn't want to.
Ye Ming let go of his hand and let her feet fall on the ground, locking her slender waist with his big palms. He chuckled wildly and evilly, "This is your choice. Don't cry later!"
What's the meaning?
He Bing didn't understand what he meant for a moment, but then he heard the man behind him pulling his belt...
He Bing's pupils shrank instantly and he screamed, "Ye Ming, how dare you!"
Ye Ming laughed in a low voice, "I'll give it a try now, I dare you."
...
Ye Ming took He Bing out of the shower room and gently placed him on the big bed in the room.
He Bing's long hair is wet, her skin is greasy white, and her face is flushed. She looks like a little banshee coming out of the water, specializing in seducing the souls of men.
Her feathers were trembling feebly like butterfly and cicada wings, and her whole body was sore. Ever since she met Ye Ming, she couldn't get out of bed the next day.
How will she face the kitchen in the future?
How else to cook in the kitchen?
This man is full of bad blood!
Just as He Bing was thinking about it, Ye Ming came over, a piece of the bed collapsed, and he held a hair dryer in his rough hands, "Turn over and I will blow dry your hair."
Girls should not sleep with their hair wet, as this will cause headaches when they get older.
He Bing groaned and turned around, leaving her delicate and beautiful back to him.
Ye Ming blew her hair, looking down at her small face as big as a palm, she hummed coquettishly, angry and coquettish, which made him tremble at the sight, "I didn't treat you well just now, Shu Tan."
Already?"
"..."
How dare he say such a thing?
He Bing ignored him.
Ye Ming threaded a big palm into her soft hair. Her hair was like her own, incredibly soft and had its own fragrance.
It's such a feminine scent.
"ignore me?"
He Bing said nothing.
"Really ignore me?" Ye Ming asked again.
He Bing still didn't speak.
"Okay, I'll go then." Her hair had been blown, Ye Ming put away the hair dryer, got up and left.
he's gone?
He Bing quickly turned his head and grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going?"
Ye Ming lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Go wash the dishes."
"Don't wash it. I'll wash it again tomorrow."
Ye Ming raised his heroic eyebrows, raised his hand and threw the hair dryer on the sofa. He leaned over and pressed on it, "I thought so too."
"..."
At this time, a series of melodious cell phone ringtones rang, and He Bing called.