As soon as Nie Yao turned her head, she saw Lu Zecheng sitting on the edge of the bed.

The faint yellow light hit the side of his face, and although there was a ridiculous right hand hanging from the strap, it did not affect his outstanding appearance in the slightest.

The original short black hair has grown long during this time, leaving a few strands on his forehead, slightly covering the deep eyebrows.

The lines of the side face are resolute and smooth, especially a pair of eyes that always look like stars shining brightly when looking at her.

He sat on the chair next to the bed, very close to the bed.

The two long legs leaned aggrievedly against the edge of the bed, giving people a very weird feeling, as if he wanted to rub into the bed and accompany the beautiful girl on the bed into a dark and sweet dream.

Nie Yao's gaze met Lu Zecheng's deep and deep gaze, she couldn't help but show a shallow smile, and the two pear vortices that seemed to be filled with honey at the corners of her mouth were revealed, which could be sweet into people's hearts at once.

A lotus root arm stretched out from the warm quilt and stretched out towards Lu Zecheng.

Originally, Nie Yao just wanted to touch Lu Zecheng's hand, but who knew that this guy consciously leaned his face over.

Nie Yao paused, the corners of his eyes twitched, but he was still reluctant to withdraw his hand, and his small soft palm fell on Lu Zecheng's angular face.

The little hand that had just been taken out of the quilt was warm, with a faint fragrance, and the fragrance lingered on the tip of Lu Zecheng's nose, making his vision on Nie Yao darker and darker.

Soft fingertips caressed his face, from the thick sword eyebrows to the high bridge of his nose, and then gently swiped across the tip of his nose and landed on his slightly cool thin lips.

Lu Zecheng's lips were a little dry, lighter than her usual lip color, and her fingers couldn't help but linger on them for a few seconds.

Maybe it was a little itchy, Lu Zecheng couldn't help but purse the corners of his lips, and Nie Yao, who provoked him, laughed in a low voice.

The mischievous hand didn't stop there.

It leaves the lip flap and is back to the man's delicate chin.

A man's chin is not as smooth as a woman's, with shallow stubble and a slight poke on his hands.

Slowly skimming over my fingers, I felt the rough sensation of tingling under my fingertips.

This tingling sensation seems to be transmitted to the heart through the fingertips, making the heart beat faster.

Nie Yao's gaze fell on her fingers, but her cheeks were slightly red and hot.

However, the curtains were only closed, only a bedside lamp was on, and the light of the bedside lamp was gentle, and it was the kind of faint yellow, which gently hit the person's face, and the red on the cheeks should not be obvious when the light reflected it.

Nie Yao thought about it like this, but her fingers seemed to be stuck by the feeling brought by Lu Zecheng, and she was reluctant to take it back.

It continued to swipe downward, across the chin and down to the bulge between the neck.

The index and middle fingers landed lightly on it, wanting to feel what it was like to have something that a woman didn't have.

But as soon as the finger stopped on it, it moved slightly, sliding up and down.

Nie Yao's eyes widened with curiosity in an instant, and her fingertips touched it lightly again, but this time she moved more frequently.

Nie Yao's curiosity was not over, and her slender arm was immediately grasped by a big one.

The soft fingertips also left the man's throat.

The slender and fair-skinned arm was pressed by Lu Zecheng on the soft and fragrant quilt.

Lu Zecheng lowered his body, his eyes locked tightly on the girl under him, and he didn't know when he became hoarse and said, "A-Yao, are you lighting a ......fire?"

Nie Yao stared at him with wide eyes.

Lu Zecheng's long, narrow and deep eyes are most restrained and forbearing.

She suddenly couldn't help blinking, and there was a hint of a smile in her beautiful apricot eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but pull up.

Lu Zecheng was stunned for a moment, and his momentary stunned expression made him a little cute.

After two seconds, he reacted, and his voice became even more hoarse.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Ah Yao, you did it on purpose!"

Nie Yao saw that his cheeks began to redden, and he didn't know whether he was angry or forbearing.

She couldn't hold back any longer, and burst out laughing.

"What's the matter, Sixth Brother, whoever let you do it at all. ”

After speaking, Nie Yao forcefully broke away from Lu Zecheng's palm that was pressing his wrist, lifted the quilt, and wrapped the whole person in it.

On the pillow, only soft and silky hair remains.

Through the quilt, Lu Zecheng's stiff face could feel Nie Yao's trembling laughter in the quilt......

Lu Zecheng: ......

Nie Yao laughed enough, she was in a good mood, and the fatigue of yesterday's day was completely gone, and she felt that it was really fun to tease Lu Zecheng occasionally, relaxed and funny.

Looking at his flushed face and helpless restraint, Nie Yao's evil thoughts always couldn't help but pop up again.

The room was very well heated, and it was a little hot under the quilt, and just as I was about to lift the quilt, a heavy object was pressed on my body.

Then the next moment, the quilt was lifted by a large hand.

Lu Zecheng had a straight face, "It's not hot or not!"

was suddenly lifted off the quilt covering her head, Nie Yao's hair was a little messy, and when the incident happened suddenly, she looked at Lu Zecheng a little blankly.

Then I noticed that this guy was simply pressing on her.

The injured right hand was blocked between the two, and the left hand was propped up on the side of her neck, and Nie Yao couldn't help but have a black forehead.

If you hurt your hand, you dare to do this, such a difficult action, are you really not afraid that your right hand will be crippled twice?

Taking a deep breath, Nie Yao stretched out her hands to support his solid chest and glared at him angrily.

"Lu Zecheng, get up, you don't want your right hand!"

If it weren't for the concern about Lu Zecheng's injured hand and the wounds on his body that had not healed in many places, Nie Yao would really have to lift the person out of bed at this moment.

She pushed gently, but Lu Zecheng's cheeky lines didn't move.

He only looked at her with a pair of dark eyes, his lips pursed slightly, and his ears were slightly red.

"What are you doing! Okay, sixth brother, I won't tease you, I was not good just now, are you okay?"

Nie Yao rarely spoke to him in a soft voice like this, and Lu Zecheng was happy and proud, but his body maintained an awkward posture and remained motionless.

The two of them just looked at each other, Lu Zecheng's eyes became hotter and hotter, and even moved down slightly uncontrollably.

Nie Yao gradually couldn't stand his gaze and was defeated first.

She has a headache, I don't know why, Lu Zecheng is often naïve when he is with her, like a child, he often has to coax.

She looked at him, her cheeks slowly turning red, then reached out and put her arm around his shoulder, raised her head slightly, and kissed him lightly on his cool and pale lips.

When they parted, Nie Yao smiled at the corner of her eyes, "Okay!"

"No! Where is it so fast......"

Before he finished a sentence, the last word disappeared into his lips and teeth.

After a long kiss, Lu Zecheng was finally satisfied, he quickly got up, covered Nie Yao with his only remaining left hand, and dropped a kiss on her forehead, telling her to change her clothes and go downstairs to the restaurant to eat, and went out of the room like a gentleman, and took the door of Nie Yao's room with him.