"No, no, no!" He waved his hands again and again, turned around, and hurriedly wiped the shower gel on his body. Looking at it further, he was afraid that he would explode and die!
She looked at him and smiled, and probably knew why Leng Yunlin didn't touch her these days. She just thought it was fun, and it seemed that she rarely saw him in such an embarrassing and embarrassing moment. Leng Yunlin, who appeared in front of outsiders most of the time, was a gentle, rigorous and trustworthy young man.
Now that she has completely given her heart to him, the biggest stone in her heart has been removed, and the bad factors in her character have slowly emerged.
Leng Yunlin is always accommodating her and keeps retreating for her. She should also give something, and it should make him feel comfortable and happy.
Of course, helping him solve "personal problems" also falls within this scope of responsibility.
The man took a shower really quickly. Leng Yunlin washed off the foam on his head in twos and threes, and the stains on his body were washed away with the shower gel. Mu Qingyu changed a tank of water, and the two lay side by side.
Looking to the side, she usually gets close to Leng Yunlin a lot, so he has naturally seen him. But five months ago, she gradually changed from unintentional to caring. She always remembered Enen's life experience and never fully opened up to him. some days ago. . . . . . Well, it's so dark, she can hardly see what he looks like.
Well, especially the disobedient little Leng Yunlin who he managed to suppress. . . . . .
Gently moved her hand to his plump chest, and touched it slightly with her fingertips. Sure enough, when he met him just now, his whole body trembled slightly, and the little Leng Yunlin who had been soothed by him just now seemed to be a little tremblingly awake.
"Qingyu?" He was puzzled, and his voice trembled a little.
Mu Qingyu casually followed his texture, slowly descending, every time he slid a little, he trembled slightly, along with the little Leng Yunlin who was under him, and gradually raised his head tremblingly.
"Qing Yu—" Just as her fingers were about to slip under his lower abdomen, he grabbed her hand and began to breathe quickly: "Don't do this."
"How is it?" She raised her eyebrows instead, stretched out her other hand, and held his.
Sure enough, when she moved, Leng Yunlin's whole body felt like it had been electrified, and even the skin of his whole body began to tremble.
"Qingyu..." He opened his mouth, his voice was both painful and happy, with a slight hoarseness, like a concerto. When she looked up, Leng Yunlin's entire face looked like a boiled shrimp, and the temperature of her skin was frighteningly high. The whole body is tense, like a bow drawn to the extreme. He looked at her with wet eyes, with a little hope in it, but also a little patience and restraint.