Facing a feast of gluttony, it is really uncomfortable to just smell the taste but not understand the method.

Especially when the other party was full of color, fragrance and taste, she could only sit on the sink and sway her toes.

The mist of water vapor washed the glass door of the shower room, as if it was a layer of mosaic inside. The figure inside could be vaguely shaking, like looking at flowers through the fog.

The most exciting thing is to make the imagination work. When you close your eyes, the water flows down the thin piece of protruding from your throat, and a clear spring gathers and slides down your chest.

Whenever she turned her head, she would always find her sharp eyes and call her back in time. What she said was just a repetition of words, so that she would not be allowed to escape and just look at him.

The bad taste of a little bastard.

The desire that had to circulate her heart lushly and lushly, was to be stopped.

This visual feast impacted the senses, making her unable to move forward and retreat, and forgot to do psychological construction for herself for a while.

Of course, she forgot that she should have been nervous when she was dealing with such a scene.

It seemed as if she couldn't help but she could leave the bathroom with just moving her legs and not be bound by this closed space with him, but she never left from beginning to end.

He said he opened his eyes and looked at him, and she just looked at him.

He continued to watch with his red face and his ears.

The sound of water suddenly stopped. Xie Xing rubbed his wet hair and came out from inside. Yu Guang glanced at her, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling. He just took care of her, slowly wiped the water droplets drying, and then came step by step.

The bath towel was loose and surrounded by waist, wishing that it would fall to the ground with just a finger.

It seemed that she was particularly satisfied with her redness from her neck to her face. The boy smiled badly: "Is sister hot? Her clothes are wet."

Pei Zhi's mouth is hard: "The water vapor is heavy."

Somehow, the words came out of her throat, and she felt a sense of arrogance of deliberately holding her posture. She pursed her lips and stopped talking.

But her boy did not intend to let her go, and deceived herself, and was intimate with her with her face. He also imitated her and tried not to speak. He raised his finger and pulled her through her clothes, and his every move was like a frivolous second-generation ancestor.

Pei Zhi's pursing her lips became more forceful, and she tightened her legs.

At least a few years older, I can't show my timidity at this time. How can she show her sister's proposition in the future?

But she still miscalculated the other party's shameless and madness.

A gust of wind blew over and the bath towel fell to the ground. He picked her up in this posture, pressed her in his arms and gently weighed her. All the ones that should be touched and should not be touched were bumped together.

The footsteps were rapid but steady, and in a blink of an eye, they rolled down the bed in the outer room.

He made frequent small movements like pinching Hongmei, and kissed her while twisting: "After reading... it's a fee."

…………

Cherry blossoms fly overnight.

Pei Zhi was sleeping heavily. When she woke up, she always had a period of time when she was getting up. She squinted her eyes and turned over, touched something with enthusiasm, and slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing Xie Xing closing his eyelids and relaxing his sleeping face, he was affected unknowingly. When he woke up, his breath dropped a little, and it quickly rose in one second.

When people are not awake, there are always so many inexplicable anger. Even why the person next to them sleeps more fragrant than themselves is wrong.

She kicked him hard, and saw that he frowned and woke up, and her anger disappeared in an instant. Just as it was not her who kicked him just now, Pei Zhiruo turned over without any reason, revealing a soft-textured spine.

It is not the first time I have experienced this kind of thing. I have gained experience before.

Xie Xing rubbed the kicked place with great habit. After rubbing, he pulled her into his arms and pulled her from behind to forward. His jaw was placed on the cubit of her neck and asked in a muffled voice: "Are you awake?"

"……without."

"I'll kick you again."

"Not the strength."

It does sound depressing.

The two hugged each other for a while, and Pei Zhi suddenly thought of something and kicked him again: "When did you buy that yesterday?"

She was talking about the set he suddenly pulled out from under the pillow when he was entangled last night. The packaging was brand new and had not been opened yet. The large row of Chinese words could be seen clearly, and it was obviously prepared for a long time.

Xie Xing laughed silently for a while, raised his jaw and signaled her to look at the box on the luggage rack.

The box is half open, and you can see what is inside by holding up your upper body.

It was indeed rare and reliable for this good brother Tang Jianian. When tidying up his suitcase for him, in addition to daily needs, the inner zipper bag contained half a box cover. It was very Down's style.

It’s not like he’s going to use it all up, it’s like a rich variety, a full range of sizes, and everything he wants.

Like a hawker.

He also suddenly discovered it when he was picking up his clothes yesterday, and he just started to think about it. Unexpectedly, he induced her little by little, occupied all her thinking, and successfully made each other forget to be nervous. That's it.

I remembered Tang Jianian in my heart, but still betrayed him easily: "Tang Jianian sorted it out, and my sister is angry to look for him."

Pei Zhi glanced at the half box of colorful packaging, thinking about the extraordinary physical condition of the male college student behind her, and couldn't help but move a few inches a little further away from him.

His legs were almost broken yesterday, and he was not over yet. Every chant that came out of his throat pushed her further into the wave.

When I woke up today, I was fighting spirited and pressed against her waist, so I couldn't afford to toss.

She poked her hand out from under the quilt and reached the phone at the head of the bed. She felt the warm breath behind her wrapped around her. He ignored the distance he deliberately moved away and came up again. Her arm crossed her and successfully hooked her to the phone and sent it to her.

Pei Zhi looked at her phone with her sideways, not knowing that she looked like a wolf and a tiger behind her back.

He felt that a large area of ​​delicate back was exposed in front of him.

Far from enough.

My throat was numb and itchy. After that, I thought that she didn't like the smell of smoke, so I could only press down. My eyes were circulating on her raised butterfly bone. Xie Xing suddenly remembered something and asked, "Sister, did you... smoke later?"

She came to see him when she got sick.

Sitting alone at the head of the bed, knocking on the cigarette box, was so skillful. Suddenly, he met the lazy back at this moment, and asked.

"It's okay." She was ambiguous, "no addiction."

"……Why?"

"Why?"

She paused her fingers while browsing her phone, and then laughed after repeating: "What can I do if I can't get enough? Of course I'm not addicted to it if I don't smoke much."

He pressed his face against her back and said in a muffled voice: "You know what I'm asking."

Qi Ji once said that everyone has their own secrets and their own private spaces, and they cannot be investigated too thoroughly.

But he thought, wondering how she was doing during the time outside. Although it would not make any sense to ask at this time, and it should be considered as the past, he felt distressed.

I want to hear her say it in person, and I want to kiss her after she said it, giving her a little insignificant compensation.

He didn't speak anymore, but Pei Zhi knew that what he was actually trying to ask was, don't you hate the smell of smoke? Why...

She put her phone aside and rubbed her messy black hair that was sticking behind her back.

The two of them were tangled together, unable to tell each other.

She had no taboos and said indifferently: "Aren't I going to take pictures? Sometimes it's not safe to fall asleep alone. It's rare to pump one to cheer up."

“…One person in the wild?”

He was frightened by her boldness and raised his voice: "In that kind of place?"

"In fact, sometimes it's not alone. There will be other photography enthusiasts together. When the season comes, don't you go to the wild to take pictures of animals?"

She smiled lightly, and indirectly vaguely brought something she didn't want to say, as if she was telling other people's affairs calmly.

But Xie Xing's mind was full of the vast wasteland under the moonlit night, and the woman was thin and wandering alone.

There were so many dangers hidden under the dark night. If he hadn't been so ignorant at the beginning, she wouldn't have been forced to run so far.

one person……

His heart was like a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds. He regretted it and hated himself.

My throat was blocked and I couldn't speak. After a long time, I said, "...I want to kiss you."

Pei Zhi turned around, rubbed his messy hair, and started to smile.

She knew how to comfort people, and she didn't feel naive. She seemed to want to break up the depression in his heart, deliberately curled her lips and asked, "Just kiss?"

His fingers hit the circle and stroked his chest like a fox: "Or, do you want to get to me?"

The boy could not withstand such provocation. His lips opened slightly. He suddenly turned over and sat up. The burning desire that had not yet subsided was pushed forward. The initiator who was so hot that he deliberately provoked also shook.

Seeing that he felt a little frustrated and was almost dispersed, Pei Zhi held her elbow and hid back, "Little bastard, come really."

“…”

He bit the soft flesh on his cheek, restrained it tightly, staring at her with a burning look. He did not move further, nor did he retreat.

After a moment of silence, Pei Zhi hooked her calf and sent his back forward a few points, compromising: "Just once."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned red in an instant, and he couldn't help but push forward.

"Hello--"

Pei Zhi stopped softly and saw that he endured the hard work, and sighed: "...Be gentle. It hurts."

This time it is like the spring breeze passing by, and the drizzle is moist.
To be continued...