Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

Shen Gunian lowered his head and put the room number plate into the groove of the doorknob lock, and quickly opened the door in an attempt to hide his blushing face from being noticed.

Without looking at the decoration of the room, Xing Mou hurriedly glanced at the position of the seat, sat down with his back facing Jimo Qing, and said in a slightly tense voice, "You, you come."

Shen Gunian waited for a while before he heard the sound of Jimo Qing stepping into the room.

The wing room is located on the second floor, and there are no objects blocking the light.

Jimo Qing stood at the door, the sunlight shone straight into the dark room from behind him, and cast Jimo Qing's shadow on Shen Gunian's back, as if wrapping his whole body within reach.

Shen Gunian didn't look back, straightened up with guilt and nervousness, his star pupils fluttered, and finally stopped on Jimoqing's shadow.

In the next second, Jimoqing felt a strand of hair twisted in his hand, whether it was intentional or not, his cold fingertips brushed against Shen Gunian's neck, and the roots of his ears turned red unconsciously again.

Jimoqing's back was facing the sun, under the shadow of long eyelashes, the luster of Danfeng's eyes was obscure and incomprehensible. When his eyes touched the reddened ears, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly from thousands of stars, holding the fingers of his hair The tip was clenched suddenly.

Shen Gunian was so nervous that he clenched his fists on his knees and remained motionless. He didn't notice that Jimo Qing's breath was fleeting, and he was still worried that Jimo Qing would see through his little thoughts.

But even if Qing Jimo found out that he did it on purpose, he wouldn't know the reason, would he?

Could it be that Jimoqing is so supernaturally able to gain insight into his own little thoughts from this little trick?

Thinking of this, Shen Gu Nian could not help but lick his lips when he was nervous, and he even had the urge to bite the corners of his lips. His already rosy lips became even more red like blood.

Time passed quietly, obviously not too long, but Shen Gunian felt like seconds passed like years, Jimo Qing didn't move for a long time, Shen Gunian couldn't help but say: "Have you not started yet?"

Could Qing Jimo notice it?

Just when Shen Gu Nian made up his mind to turn his head to observe Jimo Qing's expression, he was stopped: "Don't move..."

Shen Gunian didn't notice that Jimoqing's voice had become hoarse, but subconsciously obeyed without turning his head, and said "oh" obediently.

The hair was gently passed through by ten fingers, and Jimo Qing bowed his head slightly, his breath sprayed into Shen Gunian's ears, and he said with a soft voice and a smile: "Little brother, what kind of bun do you want to wear?"

Shen Gunian knew that his ears must be bleeding red, and Jimo Qing must have seen it too! !

But he can't move, and he can't act aggressively, otherwise Jimo Qing will immediately notice his strangeness.

All the senses in Shen Gunian's body now are focused on the breath sprayed by Jimo Qing in his ears. The bewitching sandalwood fragrance on his body is in his breath, which made him feel like he was drunk, and he replied in a daze: "Crush, comb what you like."

Jimoqing's eyes were dark, joy overflowed from her chest, and she said with a low smile, "Okay..."

Shen Gunian felt even more dizzy.

Why did he never think Jimo Qing's laughter was so nice! !

Jimo Qing didn't have a comb, and he didn't need a comb. His fingers were gently interspersed between the ink-like hair, and he felt the soft black hair running across his palm, which gave Shen Gu Nian a bone-numbing touch.

Shen Gunian:! !

Why do I get an electric shock just by combing my hair?

Jimoqing pulled up his messy hair, thinking that his hair was usually tied neatly and neatly, so he didn't tie up half of his hair, but pulled it all up and made a high ponytail.

It's just that when he was using Shen Gu Nian's hair tie, he hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes to the side of his face, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Little brother, brother, can I change your hair tie for you?"

Shen Gunian didn't think much about it, his star eyes stared at the intimate figures of the two, his heart beat out of rhythm, and he hummed subconsciously.

Jimoqing put the hairband into his arms with the corners of his lips curled up, and took out a black hairband embroidered with gold silk cloud pattern from the storage ring. Belt fixed.

Jimoqing slid her fingertips down the hairband and held it in the palm of her hand, and kissed lightly at a corner that Shen Gunian didn't notice.

Danfeng stared dumbly at Shen Gu Nian's reddened ears, curled her lips and said softly: "This hair band is a magic weapon that my senior brother refined after he first entered Wuxi. The only use is that it won't fall off easily. Just dislike it."

Shen Gunian heard that it was actually made by Jimo Qing himself, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the hairband. Unexpectedly, when he grabbed Jimo Qing's hand, he was stunned and motionless.

Jimo Qing didn't expect that Shen Gu Nian would suddenly reach out his hand, the collision of cold and hot is always hard to ignore, like a tiny flame burning to the atrium.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became more anxious.

"Brother Jimo."

Just at this moment, a strange voice came from outside, dispelling the charm of the room.

Shen Gunian woke up suddenly, and when he withdrew his hand, he thought carefully, squeezed it on purpose, and then said as if nothing had happened: "Thank you, brother."

Shouting excitedly in his heart: Shen Gunian, you can do it, the first step of stealing is successful!

Jimo Qing's eyes were dark, she glanced at the back of her hand, a smile flashed across her eyes, and she chuckled softly: "Little brother is so polite...but the brother is not used to it."

Shen Gunian stood up from the chair, the long hair tied up with a black gold ribbon made him look a bit more heroic, his mature face gradually grew, and the outline could already be seen to be handsome.

"Senior brother was joking." Shen Gunian lowered his eyes and pretended to cough: "Junior brother's messy hair, thanks to the help of senior brother, the "safety" is not so "floating". "

Shen Gu Nian actually wanted to say: Brother, I will hand over my head to you from now on.

But he always felt that this sentence was weird, so he didn't say it.

Jimoqing's eyes flickered in his slightly drooping star pupils, as if he had thought of something, doubt and surprise flashed in his pupils, as if he had guessed a certain possibility, a smile almost overflowed his eye sockets.

Jimo Qing took a step forward on purpose, and immediately noticed Shen Gu Nian's slightly stiff body, and his fisted hands hidden under his sleeves.

Junior brother, he is actually shy.

Jimo Qing suddenly covered his mouth and turned sideways, first smiled lowly, and then laughed uncontrollably.

Shen Gunian's ears twitched slightly, he was stunned for a few seconds and then looked up in surprise, he was immediately dazzled and confused by the smile on Jimoqing's side face.

Shen Gunian was very familiar with Jimo Qing's smile, but that smile was always unreal.

The sun fell on his handsome side face, and that wide-eyed smile was like a dream, the whole world lit up, his heart swelled so much that it was about to explode, and it was hard to breathe.

Shen Gunian thought: It's over, I'll probably be stuck in this smile for the rest of my life, and I won't be able to get out.

Jimoqing restrained her laughter, looked back at him, and said, "Little Junior Brother, are you..."