The president's pet daughter

He didn't respond to Ling Zhaozhao's words, but obediently unbuttoned her with his hands.

Song Mingzhe's fingertips were scorching hot, and he brushed Ling Zhaozhao's back lightly, making her tense instantly.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling the reality of this dream again in his heart.

Perhaps the only difference from reality is that Song Mingzhe can be manipulated by her at will.

"All right."

Song Mingzhe spoke softly, his voice seemed to be covered with a hazy fog.

There was a mirror on the sink opposite the bathtub, through which he could see the expression of Ling Zhaozhao who was facing away from him.

She seemed a little shy, her long and curled eyelashes fluttered non-stop, and she pursed her lips slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

Song Mingzhe stood behind Ling Zhaozhao, and he didn't know if it was intentional, but he also swept Ling Zhaozhao's spine along the way.

It seemed to be punishing Ling Zhaozhao for not paying attention.

The itchy feeling rushed directly to Ling Zhaozhao's Tianling Gai.

Song Mingzhe saw that Ling Zhaozhao hadn't moved for a long time, a smile could not help but appear on his lips, and there was an unidentified emotion in his eyes.

"Why, do you want me to take it off for you before taking a bath?"

If you don't wash it, the bath water will be cold.

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes lit up.

She was still wondering how it would be better to speak tactfully, but Song Mingzhe didn't expect Song Mingzhe to say it directly, and instead gave her a step down.

"Then it's hard work for you, little Songzi."

She turned around and mustered up her courage, as if she was really waiting for Song Mingzhe to undress her.

Song Mingzhe glanced at the mirror not far away, looked at Ling Zhaozhao's vaguely expectant expression, and lowered his eyes to withdraw his expression.

"Zhao Zhao..."

He called her by her name so sentimentally that even the steaming mist in the bathroom was a little sentimental.

Ling Zhaozhao thought that Song Mingzhe was being teased so emotionally by him, he couldn't help but grinned.

Sure enough, Song Mingzhe in the dream was cuter, much more tempting than reality.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, she was ruthlessly pushed into the bathtub by Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe was afraid that she would knock her head accidentally, so he padded her head with his hands.

Song Mingzhe let go of her hand only after making sure that she was all right in the water.

"You should wake up."

Ling Zhaozhao who was soaked in the water: "???"

Who can tell her why Song Mingzhe in the dream is so restless.

Song Mingzhe looked at the dazed Ling Zhaozhao, afraid that she would come up with some other tricks, stood up and walked straight to the door, and helped Ling Zhaozhao close the bathroom door by the way.

Although Ling Zhaozhao didn't choke on any water, but after being soaked in this way, her desire to win was instantly aroused.

She really didn't believe it, she couldn't take this Liu Xiahui today.

Ling Zhaozhao sneered.

It is so difficult to have a spring dream these days, she must let this dream take a good look, who is the master.

Song Mingzhe in this dream, don't try to escape from her palm.

But soaking in the bathtub is still very comfortable. Ling Zhaozhao leaned in the bathtub, closed his eyes comfortably, and prepared to take a good rest before going to fight.

After she had soaked enough, she came out of the bathtub.

In her hand are the bathrobe and underwear that Song Mingzhe prepared for her.

Ling Zhaozhao thought for a while, skipped the underwear, and put on the bathrobe directly.

It doesn't matter, anyway, in the dream, she is directly fearless.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she happened to run into Song Mingzhe who came in from the door.

Ling Zhaozhao was pushed into the bathtub by him, and he was naturally splashed with water. He took a shower when he went back to his room to change.

He was afraid that something would happen to Ling Zhaozhao staying alone in the room, so he came in a hurry, and the clothes on his body were not as meticulously dressed as in the past.

The shirt on his body was not only baggy, but several buttons were buttoned in the wrong place.

The trousers were also replaced with loose trousers.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe from top to bottom, and couldn't help but stay in a certain place for a while.

She remembered that he was wearing some tight pants just now.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's sober expression, Song Mingzhe thought she had completely sobered up, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's good to sober up, otherwise he is really overwhelmed.

"Hair is wet."

Ling Zhaozhao said aggrievedly.

Her hair had just been undone accidentally, and it was a little wet.

"Let me blow your hair."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

If you don't blow it, she might catch a cold in a while.

He rummaged through the bathroom to find the hair dryer and plugged it in.

Ling Zhaozhao sat obediently on the bed, waiting for Song Mingzhe to blow-dry her hair.

Song Mingzhe adjusted the temperature, picked up her hair, and blown it gently.

His strength is light and comfortable.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't speak, and he didn't speak, the room suddenly became a little quiet.

Ling Zhaozhao bit his lip, made up his mind, and quietly adjusted the angle.

Song Mingzhe didn't notice Ling Zhaozhao's small movements, but concentrated on drying Ling Zhaozhao's hair.

Ling Zhaozhao waited and waited, but he still didn't wait for Song Mingzhe to speak, and he didn't know whether he pretended not to see it on purpose or really didn't see it.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She didn't expect Song Mingzhe in her dream to be so incomprehensible. She was so angry that she directly unplugged the hair dryer.

Song Mingzhe saw that she had turned on the power suddenly, but before he could react, Ling Zhaozhao threw him on the bed.

Only then did he realize that as long as he lowered his eyes slightly, he could get a glimpse of spring.

"Song Mingzhe, can't you?"

Ling Zhaozhao blushed and asked directly.

Anyway, in the dream, Song Mingzhe was just an n-pc, so she could ask this question shamelessly.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyebrows when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words.

He let out a muffled laugh, put his hands on Ling Zhaozhao's back, exerted a little force, and instantly reversed the situation.

Ling Zhaozhao's position suddenly changed from above to below.

"Ling Zhaozhao."

He chuckled, and there was lust in Ling Zhaozhao's eyes that he had never seen before.

"Why do you think I can't do it?"

He has been trying his best not to touch her, because he feels that the time he has been with her is not long enough, not to mention that she is so shy easily, and if he is too reckless, he will scare her.

But he didn't expect that she was much more active than he imagined.

"you you……"

Ling Zhaozhao was suddenly suppressed by Song Mingzhe, and you spent a long time without a complete sentence popping out of your mind.

She suddenly realized that even in her dream, her courage was limited.

Seeing her getting shy, Song Mingzhe put his hand on Ling Zhaozhao's belt.

Now that Ling Zhaozhao asked such hurtful words, he felt that he had to prove whether it would work or not.

"It's too late to regret it now, Zhao Zhao."

There is a charming atmosphere in the air, and his words are like spells that captivate people's hearts and souls, making people unable to distinguish between east, west, south, and north.

"I do not regret."

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed his collar, bit his lip, and said firmly.