The soft lighting also makes some people unable to continue to pretend to sleep.
Song Qingcheng rubbed his eyes and turned to look at the side when he just woke up. "Are you back?"
"Go to bed so early today?"
Still early?
It’s twelve o’clock.
The whole song dynasty hasn’t finished muttering in my heart. The man near the head of the bed suddenly leaned toward her. His body was heavily mixed with smoke and men’s health.
"How to sleep here?" He asked in a low voice
The girl’s voice came from under the covers. "If you don’t sleep here, I’ll sleep at the door."
In a second, Yutingchuan tore open her nose and mouth quilt.
"It’s not good for you to sleep with your head covered."
At this time, the two have been very close.
Song Qingcheng smelled his body and carefully identified the man’s shirt buttons that didn’t smell like perfume. When he came back so late, he must have gone to sing or massage. The shirt might have stuck to the woman’s hair …
Looking at her quiet and clever appearance, Yutingchuan followed peace in his heart and stretched out his hand to take people to his arms.
Song Qingcheng "suppressed my hair"
Yutingchuan bowed her head and bent her elbow. She scattered a pillow of hair.
Song whole good hold up scalp some pain "you see to so many hairs"
Listening to her complaining that Yu Tingchuan smiled and teased, "I asked my aunt to bring you Jin of ginger when you wash your hair."
"…" The whole song dynasty didn’t expect that he would be joking when he forgot to say anything.
It was a long time before she said, "It’s past twelve o’clock."
YuTingChuan well a voice magnetic thick.
Seeing that he didn’t mean to go, Song Qingcheng could pick the words "I feel sleepy."
"Then go to sleep."
Said yutingchuan just close your eyes.
Section 3
He leaned against the long legs on the side of the bed and his chest fluctuated slightly at the edge of the bed, which really seemed to be asleep
Song Qingcheng looked at him with a warm posture and light tonight, and his facial features were deeper. Once she saw him close his eyes and nap in the car, it didn’t seem to have this moment to relax, and the calm and gathered aura was no different from those tired men who were busy and brought home.
Mature men become more sexy and charming after their brow is tired.
Trying to stay out of it, but I can’t help but get stuck.
In September, the villa was not air-conditioned
The whole song dynasty dragged the man who was covered by a corner and was about to take back his right hand but was firmly held by the warm strength.
Yutingchuan didn’t open her eyes and grabbed her shoulder and pulled people into her arms.
This night, the whole Song Dynasty couldn’t remember when she fell asleep, and when she woke up again, it was already dawn outside, and there was no one beside the bed who didn’t know when he would leave. She stretched out her hand and touched some pleated sheets, but there was a confusion in her heart.
I think of going to Puyuan Temple today. Song Qingcheng didn’t sleep again.
Get dressed and go outside to brush your teeth and wash your face.
Holding the sanitary doorknob, unscrewing the door and pushing it in is a second.
Song Qingcheng didn’t expect someone inside.
Yu Tingchuan looks like he just took a shower, his black hair is wet, he has a cigarette in his mouth and some shaving cream. He has a pair of black boxers all over his body. A man in his thirties is long and lean, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. He is shaving with a razor, and his thick back muscles and broad shoulder muscles show sexy lines …
Seeing the intruder, he raised his eyes and looked at the wall mirror.
☆, Chapter 122 The old man is stuffy and boring.
Look at the man. Song Qingcheng’s brain hummed for a short time, then immediately quit.
The public security door was tightened again in her hand.
Song city corridor face ears with neck slowly heat up.