Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

After thinking about it, he still didn't untie the bath towel, so he squeezed back to the bed.

Lower your head, afraid to look at him.

What to do, she hasn't learned any seductive skills! It's like an actor who didn't get the script but put on makeup and pushed it to the stage in a daze. How to sing the next play is completely out of state.

Forget it, anyway, it turns out that regardless of temptation or temptation, Lengs City will pounce on it.

She was heartbroken, and simply pulled the bath towel off her body, with a tragic expression of "a strong man breaking his wrist", and sat on the edge of the bed.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that Lengscheng's hair was still a bit damp, and the tips of his hair were dripping with water. He only wore a pair of shorts and didn't even wear pajamas. The thin quilt only covers his strong waistline. He just leaned on the bed like this, but he has already gone to sleep, frowning slightly, and his eyes are blue and gray.

He is tired.

When the relationship with him was at odds before, Gu Qingqing only knew that he was very busy, and also very--satisfied. She couldn't see how busy he was, she only knew that after a while, there was a scandal between him and a woman, and the city was full of trouble. At that time, she also secretly thought, isn't Lengs City's busyness just pretended?

But now, seeing him leaning against the head of the bed and falling asleep almost touching the pillow, she felt pain again.

Stepping forward, trying to help him cover the blanket, Lengscheng reacted as soon as he pulled it, frowned, opened his eyes to see that it was her, and then slowly closed it again.

"Your hair hasn't been dried yet, shall I wipe your hair first?"

Leng Sicheng didn't answer either, and nodded for a long time.

Gu Qingqing got into bed, sat behind him, held his head up, and stretched out the quilt to cover him. Leng Sicheng did not speak, but adjusted the posture of her head comfortably, allowing her to dry the drops of water for herself.

The man's hair was short, dried quickly, and fell into her arms refreshingly. Seeing him frowning, Gu Qingqing seemed to be a little restless at night, put the towel aside, thought about it, and gently pressed his temple.

The strength of neither light nor heavy, the fine grinding in circles, pressed him very comfortably. Even though Lengscheng was very sleepy, when pressed by her, he comfortably opened his frowning eyebrows, even The tight body also relaxed slightly.

After pressing all the buttons in a circle, Lengsi City opened his eyes, perhaps because he had been closing his eyes just now, and then looked up at the crystal lamp on the ceiling, only to feel the brilliance flickering and a little piercing. Stretching his head and looking back, Gu Qingqing held his head and looked at him.

He stretched out his hand, trying to touch her cheek, but only touched her arm. The strange texture of the yarn in his hand made him look sideways, and then he saw that she had changed her outfit-his favorite Black butterfly-shaped sexy-fun inner-clothing.

"Very good-looking." He said lazily, with no trace of emotion in his eyes-Yu's gaze, but an expression of real appreciation.

She gave an "um", helped his head, lay down next to him, turned off the light, Leng Sicheng hugged her with a hook, and squeezed her hands with each other. It seemed that she was tired from massaging herself just now, and also helped her rub it.

For a long time, he asked dumbly: "You are a good technique...who did you learn from?"

"Dad." Gu Qingqing answered in a low voice for a long time.

Lengscheng was stunned.