All The Male Leads Have Blackened

The mist was in the bathroom, and Cen Smiao's cheeks were covered with water droplets, which were pressed against Song Boyu's chest. He raised his head to look at him, his eyes were wet, he bit his lower lip tightly, and his breath was a little short.

Her legs are long and her skin is especially delicate. She feels smoother in warm water. Song Boyu's eyes were dark, staring closely at her, his hands were rather dishonest, and directly made Cen Simiao unbearable.

Song Boyu's hand slowly moved up along the smooth skin, touching the skirt next to her body, rubbing her fingers a few times, suddenly holding it, and tearing open.

The cloth was immersed in the water and made a lot of acquaintances, only tore off the sling on his shoulders, and Cen Simiao's upper body was half covered.

She subconsciously covered her chest, but Song Boyu had already held her arm, kissed her, and bit her softly on her fair neck. Immediately, the warm breath fell on the collarbone, and the kiss with desire and desire moved upwards.

After a while, Cen Simiao's cheeks were flushed, and he could see his head with one eye drop.

Song Boyu did it every night. When the two were lying in bed, Cen Simiao taught him little by little. Every time it was a taste, but he was sweating all the time. He became more and more like a child who wanted to eat candy.

At this moment, Cen Simiao was a candy that he had thought about for a long time, and finally put it in front of him. Song Boyu showed no restraint.

He is getting crazy.

It wasn't until the water in the bath was about to cool that Cen Simiao interrupted Song Boyu, who spread Huan on her.

The two had been tossing for a long time, but they were comfortable, but the last step was still unsuccessful. But she was still tired, and Cen Simiao fell asleep in his arms. When I woke up, it was already around eight in the evening.

I still have no energy and my head is dizzy. Song Boyu wasn't much better. Lying in bed had no energy at all. Cen Smiao touched his forehead and was a little hot.

I didn't know they thought they had a cold indulging in the bathroom.

Cen Simiao was originally sick, and she was particularly uncomfortable. Now she still needs to take care of him, and she feels even more uncomfortable. Fortunately, he was very obedient when he became ill, so he could just take the medicine obediently, but it just became a little sticky.

He could have stayed alone for a day, but now he can't wait to tie Cen Simiao in front of her eyes. Even when she went to take a bath, Song Boyu had to follow.

Cen Simiao was uncomfortable. She didn't want to get tired of him and took a shower. She squinted at the hand he wanted to stretch out, and frowned slightly: "Be disciplined, don't bother."

He moved stiffly, his arms dropped, his lips were pursed, his face was a bit ugly, his jaw was tight, and the corners of his eyebrows were full of unhappiness.

Cen Simao didn't bother. When she slept at night, Song Boyu's mood didn't seem to recover. She was lying motionless on the side of the bed, and the whole person was cold and indifferent.

Cen Simiao glanced at him, and then covered the quilt. When the light was turned off, her eyes were dark. She took a cold medicine, closed her eyes and fell asleep after a while.

In the darkness, a slight voice sounded, and Song Boyu moved his body. He turned his back to Cen Simiao, and turned, his eyes were dark.

Cen Simiao's sleeping face was reflected in his eyes, and Song Boyu's eyes did not blink, gradually becoming a little crazy, staring at her almost obsessively.

A few days passed, Cen Simiao's cold was much better, but she still had a cough, and Song Boyu had no symptoms at all.

Cen Simiao was afraid she didn't know how to be good, and then infected him, so she kept a distance from him. Song Boyu was ugly for a long time because of this complexion, and didn't talk to her with a face.

But at night, he took the initiative to come over again, clasping her waist tightly, her chin resting against her collarbone.

Cen Simiao frowned.

She stroked Song Boyu's arm, scratched it intentionally or unintentionally, and heard that his breathing gradually became thicker. She bent her eyes, the light was still off, and she could clearly see the charming eyes in the corners of her brows.

She had a soft voice: "Want to hold me all the time?"

Song Boyu's voice was dumb, without hesitation: "Think."

Cen Simiao raised her brows.

The next night, Cen Simiao took Song Poyu's quilt directly into his room. He froze and was about to lie down on the bed, his shirt had been taken off, revealing his thin and firm body.

He frowned and saw Cen Simiao come back: "What are you going to do?"

Concern expressed on her face: "Sleeping this night every night will definitely be transmitted to you, you go back to your room first."

Song Boyu raised his eyes, no emotion was seen in his eyes, his thin lips froze, and he stood still without saying a word.

Cen Simiao smiled and pulled him back to the bedroom.

When Song Boyu returned to his room, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Cen Simiao had already gone out, and he subconsciously grabbed her arm, but it fell through.

Holding the milk given to him by Cen Simiao in the other hand, stared at her back until the door closed.

He was left alone in the room.

Song Boyu glanced at the laid bed, lowered his eyelashes, drank the milk in the cup, and stood still.

One night passed, Cen Simiao got up from the bed just after dawn. She got dressed and stayed in the room without going out to play. She just rubbed her neck and yawned when she watched it was nine o'clock. Sleep enough and open the door.

Lift your eyes and froze.

Song Boyu stood not far from the door, staring at her. Cen Simiao looked back, and grinned at the corner of her mouth, "Soon, when did you get up?"

He moved his lips and was about to speak. Cen Simao walked over from him. Song Boyu turned to look at her, and she went into his bedroom.

Cen Simiao bent her eyes: "I'll help you quilt first, and then go to cook, are you hungry?"

She talked to Song Boyu, who came over, suddenly stopped, the beds were neat and tidy, and there were no wrinkles. What she was like before she left last night is still what she is.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, and then said, "Have you cleaned up? I'll do it next time."

The voice didn't fall, Song Boyu suddenly came over, his eyes were dark and dark, and the two of them were next to each other instantly.

She struggled a bit, and felt that Song Boyu was lifting her skirt, and her legs were exposed to the air. He was very powerful and could be said to be nagging. Cen Simiao couldn't help snorting, and his hand was up, pulling on the edge of the panties.

She frowned, her voice trembling a little: "You let me go!"

He did not stop, but grievances appeared on his face: "Why not? The cold is almost ready."

Cen Simiao struggled hard, as if she didn't listen to him at all, and her face was full of anger. Song Boyu turned his lips white, and was a little unhappy. He was so sullen in his heart that he became angry now.

Seeing Cen Simiao's struggle, her heart suddenly choked, uncomfortable, and emotions that had not appeared for a while, began again.

Song Boyu frowned, and there was a gloom and a dull face that he had never seen before. Cen Simiao took the opportunity to break free, her clothes were messy, and there were red marks on her legs.

She tensed her jaw and went straight without looking at Song Boyu, but this time he grabbed his arm. Cen Simiao opened his face coldly, he dropped his head, pursed his lips and said, "I miss you."

He has been spoiled, and the nightly entanglement and soothing coldness are gone, and he can't help being irritable.

Song Boyu originally could barely carry it down and could do nothing, but it became impossible to stay with her.

After one night, he finally broke out.

Cen Simiao ignored him.

Maybe Song Boyu also knew that she was really angry and did not follow her anymore. For several days, Cen Simiao's cough gradually improved, but she still treated Song Boyu with a cold face.

But it is time to take care of him. Three meals a day plus room cleaning can be said to be very competent. When she went to fold the quilt, she was neat and tidy and there was no trace of lying.

She began to worry about Song Boyu's body. It would be tiring without rest for so many days. Cen Simiao's attitude towards him gradually began to loosen, and he improved a lot.

Song Boyu started to stick to her again, but it was more obedient than before, as long as she said it, she rarely did not listen.

But he never slept in that bed.

Song Boyu couldn't keep his eyes closed during the day, and asked her softly, "When will you get me back?"

Cen Simiao was inexplicably soft, touching his hair, sitting on the bed, letting him pillow her legs, Song Boyu stared straight at her.

Cen Simiao covered his eyes with his hand: "You sleep here for a while now during the day, and I'll let you back in a few days."

She felt her palms lashed.

Song Boyu's mouth was bent, and he seemed particularly happy.

She was busy living here, and suddenly Lin Zhenqi sent her a message saying something was missing. Cen Simiao was still stingy at first, and almost forgot about him. Feel free to go back to a message and then never read it again.

When she gave the milk to Song Boyu in the evening, she turned around and went back to the bedroom. She picked up her mobile phone and glanced at her.

Lin Zhenqi's tone gradually changed, especially perfect.

Frigid → tempted → impatient → anxious

Cen Simiao dialed the phone with a smile.

There was a sentence over there: "You have a big spectrum, it took me so long to return."

She pretended not to understand the ridicule in her words, and smiled with a voice: "I don't dare, this is not because you are still drunk, you are talking about alcohol."

Lin Zhenqi paused, remembering what happened that night. He deliberately did not contact Cen Simiao these days, but he always seemed to have something in his heart, and he wanted to see her especially. This idea is getting stronger and stronger.

He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his voice was low: "Come out and play, I want to see you, I really want to."

Cen Simao froze, then smiled: "The day after tomorrow."

Lin Zhenqi did not expect this answer: "Why?"

She bent her eyes.

The day after tomorrow came in a blink of an eye, Song Boyu took a shower in the bathroom, Cen Simiao took a hair dryer to dry his hair, and his eyes grew deeper, and his eyes never moved away from her.

Cen Simiao's cold is better.

His quilt was moved to her bedroom again, and he could live in tonight, and Song Poyu's eyebrows were filled with happiness.

Cen Simiao raised her eyes and put away the hair dryer. Suddenly she heard the ringing of her cell phone, and pursed her lips without answering. He said to Song Boyu, "Go and find a painting you like. I want to see it."

He frowned wonderingly.

Cen Simiao bent her eyes: "Come on."

Song Boyu listened to her the most these days. Even if she was confused, she still did. Finally picked a painting from his room, hurriedly took it out, and went to Cen Simiao's bedroom.

Opened the door, but no one was inside.

He looked around the room, but Cen Simiao was absent. Then she yelled at her, but still didn't respond. Suddenly he saw a cup of hot milk on the table, and his frown frowned.

Walked over and saw a note next to it.

Song Boyu lowered his eyebrows and could not see the emotions inside. He sipped his glass and heard the sound of the car engine starting outside.

He opened the curtains, it was dark outside, but one of the car's lights was on, and he could see Cen Simiao walking towards it. A man came out of the car, put it on her shoulder, opened the door and let her sit in.

Quietly in the room, Song Boyu bowed his head, and suddenly threw the cup to the ground fiercely.