Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid that she would pull and hurt him.

Qin Tianyi turned his back to her, so he couldn't see her expression.

But he could imagine her gentle and delicate movements.

How did her fair and beautiful fingers hold his long hair and rub it over it little by little.

I can also imagine how the slender fingers ran through his hair.

Qin Tianyi felt that he was too dazed.

Just as he was thinking, he faintly smelled the fragrance of her body in his nose.

She seemed to be bent over, and a few strands of long, still wet hair fell from his shoulders.

Qin Tianyi swallowed, and couldn't help stretching out his rough index finger, quietly curling up a strand of hair and rubbing it in his fingertips.

Her hair is just like her own, very soft.

He couldn't help playing with it until a shy voice sounded above his head.

"Master, son..."

It turned out that after she dried her hair, she found that her hair was being held by a man and playing with it.

A woman's hair, like her feet, is very private and cannot be touched by anyone other than her husband.

But now, he...

Just when she was ashamed in every possible way, the man stood up.

The man is tall and strong, even if he is seen from a distance, he feels oppressive, let alone by his side.

Looking at her with those scorching wolf-like eyes, Gu Ruojiao unconsciously felt her legs go weak.

She subconsciously wanted to run away, but was held back by him.

"Jiaojiao."

He took her hand and stared at her for a moment, observing her expression.

Seeing that she didn't show any disgust other than being shy, he gently pulled her into his arms.

The man's arms are broad and strong, and his arms are full of strength.

He easily enveloped the petite her in his arms.

The strong male hormones made Gu Ruojiao's legs weak.

"Jiaojiao." He called her again, his voice low and hoarse, "Can I call you that?"

The little lady's cheeks were flushed: "No, it's not possible."

Qin Tianyi: "..."

"Why?" He suppressed the displeasure in his heart, "Doesn't it seem strange that you always call me son or son? Or is it that Jiaojiao really hates me?"

"No!" she said anxiously, "Young master is the best person I have ever met!"

"Then don't call me son of a son."

"If you don't call him son, what should you call him?"

"calls me……"

He looked at the red earlobes of the little lady, and wanted to tell her to call him by his name, but he was afraid that if he was too intimate, he would make her run away in embarrassment, so he turned a corner when he reached his mouth.

"Call me Brother Qin."

This title was barely acceptable, so the little lady shyly shouted.

"Brother Qin."

Her voice was soft and waxy, and when she called him, it was as if she had his name in her mouth.

Qin Tianyi's heart moved slightly, and his eyes fell on her lips.

The touch I felt that night jumped into my heart again.

He unconsciously clasped her waist tightly, pushing her against him, his voice full of lust.

"Shout again."

But the little lady couldn't shout anymore, because she could feel his changes.

After stuttering for a long time, I don't know where to put my eyes.

At this moment, Qin Tianyi misses the little girl who was drunk.

Because at that time, she was honest and enthusiastic, and would cling to him and succumb to him.

"Hey, can you call again?"

He reached out and rubbed the little pink earlobe.

The little lady flinched, but couldn't escape.

And that hand rubbed it very wantonly.

The pulp of the thumb lingers vaguely on the pinna.

The rough calluses rubbed against the delicate ear bones, making it itchy and prickly

The little lady's ears were very sensitive, and she couldn't stand being rubbed, sobbing softly, she called out 'Brother Qin'.

This was let go.