When Zhuang Lin walked out of the bathroom, his whole body was wet. When he walked to the middle of the room, he stopped and looked at the bed, and Kong Qinghua also looked at him.

In the room, it became extremely quiet and the atmosphere was particularly solidified, as if time had been frozen.

"It's getting late, go to bed." Zhuang Lin was the first to break the silence and said slowly.

Kong Qinghua curled up in the blanket, and his bright eyes changed in his bright colors. When he saw Zhuang Lin's wet clothes and hair, he felt a little reluctant and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Go and change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." After hesitating for a long time, she still spoke, her voice was very low, like the sound of a mosquito.

Zhuang Lin's eyes stopped on her blushing face for a moment, nodded, walked to the bed, took out a clean set of clothes from Kong Qinghua's already tidied suitcase, and then turned around and went into the bathroom.

When he changed into his clothes and left the bathroom, he found that Kong Qinghua fell on the floor, holding the blanket on his body with both hands, staring at the corner in a daze.

He was stunned for a moment, hurriedly walked forward, bent down, picked up Kong Qinghua and the blanket, and put them back on the bed.

"What's wrong with you? Tell me what you want, I'll help you get it." He stood up and looked at Kong Qinghua on the bed and said.

Kong Qinghua sat on the bed, holding the blanket tightly with both hands, as if afraid that the blanket would fall down again, and let Zhuang Lin see his body again, her head pressed against her face and her face was flushed.

"My underwear fell into the bathroom, and I thought of getting a new one in my suitcase." Her voice was as low as she talked to herself, so low that she could hardly hear it herself.

But, for her, saying such words has already plucked up all the courage to talk to a man who has nothing to do with her.

"..." Zhuang Lin was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say.

After a while, he smiled awkwardly, turned around and walked into the bathroom again. On the hanger in the bathroom, he saw the light-colored bra and light-purple underwear.

After grinning and grinning bitterly, he still reached out, picked up the bra and panties, shook his head helplessly and left the bathroom, and placed it next to Kong Qinghua.

"Well, it's getting late, so you can go to bed quickly. If there is anything, just call me." He glanced at Kong Qinghua again. At this time, Kong Qinghua was so embarrassed that he almost buried his head in his chest.

Turn off the lights in the room, leaving only the faint desk lamps by the bed, the whole room fell into darkness and became completely quiet. Zhuang Lin leaned on the sofa, trying to close his eyes to refine the spiritual energy in his body, but his heart was in a mess. He couldn't calm down for a long time.

He had no choice but to sit there, open his eyes, pass through the darkness in front of him, and quietly look at the curled body on the bed. It took him more than half an hour to see it.

At this time, Kong Qinghua was also opening her eyes, her beautiful eyes and eyelashes blinked from time to time, staring at the curtains opposite, and her head was even more numb. She wanted to force herself to sleep, but she couldn't do it.

Although the delicate body under the blanket was already wearing underwear, the sticky feeling between her legs was still reminding her of what had happened just now.

Although she has never experienced the experience of Wushan* in her life, she is no longer an ignorant little girl. As a top student in medical research, she still knows these things.

She knew that not long ago, what was the strong cathartic urge in her body?

She never knew that her feet were so sensitive, because no man had ever touched her feet, so when Zhuang Lin rubbed her feet, she did not refuse, but when she realized it, it was too late.

It was inexplicable that she had experienced that feeling without human affairs. Perhaps on the other hand, she had lost her first time.

She was thinking randomly, and she vaguely remembered that in the panic at that time, in order to hold Zhuang Lin's hand, she loosened the blanket on her body, and this hateful blanket slid down from her body and showed her whole body to Zhuang Lin.

And the most terrifying thing is that because she was anxious at the time, she leaned forward and almost made her breasts press on Zhuang Lin's face. Now that she thinks about it again, this makes her mind a little numb.

Perhaps after this day, she no longer had the resistance and precautions she had before against Zhuang Lin, but she would not have thought that such a situation would occur between herself and this man.

Lying on the bed, in this quiet night, thinking about the little things, it seemed that I had endless things to tell him since I met this man.

First at his residence, the man rushed into his house and almost looked at his body. Later, he went to Xiaolou. In order to give him acupuncture, he looked at most of his body. Then, in Xiaolou's bathroom, he also looked at his body. Tonight, he could see his body clearly at a close distance.

Could it be that there is a bad relationship between me and him in the past life? Otherwise, why would there be so many situations?

Over the years, there have been more than one or two men around me, including men as outstanding as Qin Baifeng, but no man has ever seen his body, let alone touch his body.

But when she met this man, she was repeatedly looked at her body by him. If this was not a bad fate, then what would it be? She couldn't understand.

In fact, it was not only that she couldn't figure it out, but even Zhuang Lin couldn't figure it out. At this time, Zhuang Lin was sitting on the sofa, thinking about this issue.

It was already a sleepless night. In this room, both men and women were open their eyes, thinking about problems. Time was lost very slowly. After the bell at twelve o'clock in the evening, they were still tired.

When it was early morning, Zhuang Lin finally calmed down and closed his eyes to refine the spiritual energy and medicinal energy in his body. The slight squirming sound on the bed opposite him woke him up.

He opened his eyes and looked towards the bed. At some point, Kong Qinghua had already sat up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to go down the ground. Unfortunately, when Zhuang Lin was treating her, she was interrupted by her halfway through and her feet had not healed. When she wanted to stand up, a severe pain came, her body lost its balance and fell down.

Zhuang Lin hurriedly stood up, ran over, and helped her up from the ground.

"What are you doing?" Zhuang Lin looked at Kong Qinghua's face up close and asked in a low voice with his weak bedside light.

Kong Qinghua lowered his head, his expression a little twisted, as if he had something to hide.

"Do you want to get something? Tell me, I'll help you get it." Seeing that Kong Qinghua didn't say anything, he continued to ask.

"I...I want to go to the toilet." Kong Qinghua finally spoke with difficulty after a long ideological struggle.
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