He sealed her breath again.

This kiss is completely different from what I felt just now.

The man was strong and wild, his palms wandered restlessly, hugging her tighter, completely taking away the initiative.

The sound of water stains sounded from time to time in my ears, which was particularly ambiguous, as if I was extending to another thing.

Until Zhimian was about to breathe, the man finally let go of her.

As the breath was rapid, the emotions were beating violently.

Zhimian blushed, lowered her head slightly, and then her chin was bitten gently, and she suddenly tightened her palms.

Duan Zhuo's breath sprayed on her face was warm, and he looked at her and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Let's go upstairs to sleep."

This statement has a different meaning.

She responded gently and stood up. Duan Zhuo then stood up, held her, then walked to the shopping bag and took out the two boxes of things inside.

Zhimian turned red, and he heard his slightly raised tone: "Let's go."

“…”

She was led upstairs by him and went to the second floor. She said, "I want to go to my room to see."

"good."

She walked to her original bedroom, opened the door and went in, still familiar. She walked slowly in, her eyes passing through the bay window and desk.

She exclaimed: "My things are still there..."

"Every week, the cleaning lady comes to clean it, and I let them put these things in place."

No wonder Duan Zhuo broke up last year and didn’t like living in Xingjiaozhou and always returned to Zhuang Jiarong.

Seeing this way is probably arousing emotions when you are touching the scene.

Duan Zhuo opened the drawer and took out a box.

Zhimian saw it and was slightly surprised-

This was the 18th birthday gift he gave her.

The man took out the necklace inside and looked at her: "Take it with you?"

She smiled, "Okay."

The man's hand walked around her neck. After putting it on, Zhimian lowered his head and touched the small shell on the necklace, feeling warm in his heart.

This necklace still returned to her neck.

Duan Zhuo hugged her: "How about the family moved the apartment back in the past two days?"

Zhimian muttered softly: "But moving is so tiring..."

"It's okay, I'm called a moving company, and I can help you move." He raised his eyebrows slightly, "And I'm not good to save rent every month?"

This man also used the rent to seduce her.

Zhimian tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, "I'll live here first, and I'll move if I'm satisfied."

She needs to test some people well.

It’s safe to agree all at once, and the tail must be raised.

Duan Zhuo smiled, "Okay, let you experience it for a few days first and see my service."

“…”

Zhimian's brain once again had a series of reverie.

After she finished shopping in the room, Duan Zhuo leaned against the door and looked at her standing by the bed for a while: "Let's go, this is not the place where you sleep tonight."

Zhimian suddenly said, "You go back, I'll rest here."

Duan Zhuo's eyes darkened, "What does it mean?"

She suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth and asked righteously: "I promised to go home with you, but I didn't promise to sleep in the same bed as you, didn't?"

Duan Zhuo's face darkened and rubbed the box on his hand, "Then wasn't this for nothing?"

"You bought it, it has nothing to do with me."

After Zhimian finished speaking, the next moment he saw him standing up straight and walking towards her. She hid back, but was pulled by him and picked her up with one hand.

"Duan Zhuo!"

She screamed in fear, and he walked directly out of the room. She subconsciously held his shoulder, "Hey, how could you do this? Without my permission..."

When this person comes to this kind of thing, he will not reason with her at all.

He looked at her and smiled helplessly, "Child, when are you going to torture me?"

One night, he was almost mad.

Duan Zhuo walked to the master bedroom, opened the door and went in, put her down, and then locked the door.

Zhimian suddenly thought of the important matter and asked him: "Is my pajamas still there..."

"Your stuff is there, but I haven't worn it for so long. I have to wash it, right?"

"Then what will I wear tonight?"

He said in her ear: "You can do not wear it tonight."

Zhimian blushed and pushed him, Duan Zhuo walked to the cloakroom, "Get one of mine for you, come and pick it up."

She followed, opened the wardrobe, looked around, Duan Zhuo took one of them and said leisurely: "This one is pretty good."

When she saw that it was a gray shirt.

Duan Zhuo rarely wears suits, but there are several suits in the wardrobe in case they need them on important occasions.

Zhimian Youran remembers a few years ago, she once read the novel saying that girls would be very sexy in boys' shirts. She took them out and put them on that day.

Later, Duan Zhuo happened to enter the room and saw that she only had a shirt on her body, with the hem of her clothes just reaching her thighs, her legs long and straight, and white to the point of being shining.

The consequences are naturally indescribable.

From then on, she never dared to touch her again.

Zhimian saw his thoughts at a glance and said firmly: "No wearing."

She finally picked a home clothes, which had clothes and pants, but it didn't meet his wishes.

When he returned to the bedroom, Duan Zhuo brought her new toiletries, and Zhimian said, "I'll go wash first."

Duan Zhuo Youyou looked at her for a few seconds, then said, "Yes."

Zhimian walked to the bathroom, and his mind was hot.

What this person meant just now, wouldn’t he want to wash with her?

Although she hadn't washed before, now she just thinks about it...

She quickly let out a few breaths to dispel the image of her brain.

A few minutes later, she walked under the rain shower head, turned on the water, and slowly washed it.

When she arrived at the shower gel, it was the familiar mint fragrance.

After taking a shower, she changed into clothes, and then she realized that her pants were long, so she had to go up and turn them off.

After a while, after all, she opened the bathroom door and walked out slowly.

Duan Zhuo half leaned on the sofa and looked at her phone. Hearing the sound, he turned to look at her. The girl was wearing a wide home clothes, with long sleeves and a little silly look. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You just like this?"

Zhimian glared at him with shame, "This one looks pretty good..."

She felt a little embarrassed and turned the topic apart: "Do you wash it?"

Duan Zhuo stood up, walked to her, rubbed her hair, and whispered: "Look soon, don't worry."

“…”

Who is in a hurry!

After he went to wash, Zhimian walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down, looking at the ceiling, a familiar feeling came to his face, and his heart beat fast again.

She rolled on the bed a few times, and finally looked at the night outside the window, gradually raising her lips.

After a quarter of an hour, a sound came from the bathroom door. Zhimian opened his eyes and saw Duan Zhuo walking out.

He was naked and had only a bath towel hanging on his body.

There was only a faint bedside lamp in the room, emitting orange light.

Duan Zhuo walked to the bed and looked at her. Zhimian tightened the quilt, shyly opened his eyes, and turned to the other direction.

Until the bed collapses.

There were a pair of hands on her waist, and she pulled her over, and Duan Zhuo's body with water vapor fell over.
To be continued...