Plaid shirt and star armor

Cen Jingming is good at taking care of others, and he entrusts Fu Qianshu with his whole body and mind, his considerateness almost magnified into connivance.

For some small habits, he remembered them like engravings. For example, when Fu Qianshu was nervous, he would talk more.

"What are you thinking about?" Cen Jingming lifted himself up against one of his round knees, leaning his back against the embossed pattern on the bed rail. He smiled and stroked Fu Qianshu's hair, which was soft and soft. It was also immersed in the cool tide of the night, as if just walking back to Nantian, "Do you want to change me?" He took the initiative to bring the half-hard object close.

"You are so beautiful," Fu Qianshu said, "This opportunity is rare."