To The Lovely You

   "No no no, I want to see it! I really want to see it!" Luo Xiaomei quickly changed her words. When she said this, she felt that her integrity had been broken.

   "Really?" A rare smile finally appeared on Ke Jingheng's face, and he hugged her even tighter, his heart beating wildly.

   "Mmmm!" Luo Xiaomei nodded vigorously, "Come on! If you want to show off... just take off your clothes."

   The last words, she said a little vaguely, and the volume became smaller and smaller.

   "I...I want you to help me take it off." Ke Jingheng looked up at her, then lowered his eyes quickly, "Because you want to see it."

  Three black lines suddenly appeared on Luo Xiaomei's forehead: This guy, why are you so awkward tonight?

   Well, anyway, her integrity has been broken, and she doesn't care about breaking it again. Thinking of this, she had to bite the bullet and stretch out her little hand, trembling to unbutton the first button on his pajamas.

   Ke Jingheng quietly lowered his eyes as he watched her hand slowly descend on his chest, and the dark jade-like eyes flickered with tiny bits of light.

  Luo Xiaomei's hand came to the second button, the third button... Following her movements, Ke Jingheng's sturdy chest was completely exposed to the cool air.

  Luo Xiaoberry only felt a little dry, and his eyes were a little dodgy, but he couldn't help but fall on his muscular lines. His figure is really good, so good that she has the urge to spray nosebleeds!

   "How is it, are you still satisfied with what you see?" Ke Jingheng stared at her red face, and raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, "Continue to take off..."

   "What, take it off?" Luo Xiaomei's heartbeat skipped a few more beats, and she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

   "I still have the muscles on my arms, you didn't see it!" Ke Jingheng took her hand and took off the pajamas that he was hanging on his shoulders little by little.

  As the pajamas slipped, his strong and powerful arms appeared in front of Luo Xiaomei's eyes, and a strong masculinity rushed to his face.

   "Just look at it, no charge...you can touch it if you want." Ke Jingheng took her hand and gently placed it on the bulge of her arm, "How about it, does it feel particularly good?"

   "Uh, it's a bit hard, like a rock." Luo Xiaomei muttered softly as she touched it.

   "So, this is the muscle." Ke Jingheng watched with satisfaction as her little hand kneaded on his arm, and his beautiful eyes gradually darkened.

   Just when he wanted to do something, Luo Xiaomei hurriedly put the clothes he took off on his shoulders again: "I... I'm done, you hurry up and put it on! Don't catch a cold!"

   As she said that, she turned her head and raised her chin to look at the ceiling. God, she felt something hot and humid coming out of her nose...

   Fortunately, she still remembers a trick: when you want a nosebleed, look up at the ceiling - that way, the nosebleed won't come out.

   Ke Jingheng put on his clothes with some dissatisfaction. He thought she would jump up and kiss him: "Jingheng, you are in such a good shape, I like it very much."

   But, she didn't, and she still looked like she didn't want to look at it again - she would rather look at the ceiling than him!

   His heart was full of frustration and loss.

   "Come on, are you dressed yet?" Luo Xiaomei felt that her neck was a little sour, and urged anxiously.

   But before she could react, Ke Jingheng threw her on the bed and kissed her lips eagerly.

   "Uhhh..." Luo Xiaomei protested vaguely, the only thing she was glad in her heart was that she was lying down - so the nosebleed came back again.