Jinling Bay is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the villa's observation deck is located in the backyard, where you can quietly hear the sound of fish swimming in the water.

Not only that, but also his pleasant bass, word by word ringing in her ears, gentle, warm, good, Luo Yin seemed to be enjoying an audio-visual feast, she leaned on Song Lieyuan's shoulder and was about to fall asleep in a trance.

"I've had you add a few pieces of furniture, and there's a dark room on the east side, so you can come on vacation more often in the future, and see the mountain peaks in the distance, as if they grow on the water, you must like it here."

Song Lieyuan slowly introduced the beautiful scenery not far away to her, and suddenly, he interrupted him when he heard her sober and serious.

"I'm not here for the scenery."

She didn't come for the scenery......

Come for him.

Song Lieyuan's eyes turned red when he looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and he was dyed with a little light, and asked her in a low voice, "Why don't you notify in advance, I'll pick you up." ”

"Learn from you." He didn't talk to her in advance when he arrived in England.

Song Lieyuan smiled, hugging her waist and arms tightened more and more, "Very surprised, thank you." ”

"Not angry?" Her eyes were still closed, her head resting on his shoulder, and she sat side by side with him in the wrought-iron double chair.

When she asked, Song Lieyuan remembered that he was angry before, but what was angry with her? Can't find an answer.

"Do you know what I'm angry about?" He said in a funny tone, "I forgot about it myself." ”

"Separated from the two places, you can't get up to me, I'm angry."

Song Lieyuan snorted and laughed, his chest trembled slightly, and she caught the handle, it was just angry words during the quarrel, how could it be taken seriously?

However, he didn't want to defend himself, he was content to put his hands on her shoulders and put them in his arms, she was so tired, she was so good at kung fu, her eyelids couldn't be opened, Song Lieyuan reached out and pulled the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and this longing face was more clearly imprinted in his eyes.

His voice was hoarse, leaning over her ear, "Drink some porridge and go to sleep." ”

"Don't be hungry ......"

"Song Liuduan is here."

Luo Yin opened her eyes at this time, her vision was a little blurry, and in the dim light, a familiar figure stood in front of her, the person was holding a steaming bowl, bending over, and calling her softly.

"Sister, go to bed after eating."

It's Song Liu, who came to the front of him, and he can't refuse.

Luo Yin got up from Song Lieyuan's lap and took the tableware, Song Liu immediately moved the small table next to him to put a bowl for her, and lightly made lean meat and vegetable porridge, it tasted good, when would Song Liu cook?

Song Liu was smart and understood her doubts and immediately explained.

"There's a friend out there who is a cook, and it just came in handy, they won't greet you for the time being, and you'll come back tomorrow when you're resting."

Luo Yin's eyelids were fighting, and he was fighting to eat that bowl of porridge, and he really didn't have any spirit to know Song Lieyuan's friend.

"Thank them for me." Truth or say.

"They know each other." Song Liu smiled, pulled a chair and sat down opposite her, her two eyebrows smiled into a crooked shape, and she looked at her sister dining with a little arrogance.

Luo Yin didn't bother to pay attention to his enthusiastic gaze, and slowly drank porridge with a spoon.

Another burst of fish swam underwater, and they passed by with a clamour.

Song Lieyuan leaned on the railing, his black eyes were extremely deep, staring at the back of her meal, his heart was rubbed messed up by this woman, flattered, and a little reluctant.

She can always provoke his reluctance and pity so lightly, and she actually came to Rongcheng without sleep for more than forty hours in a row, how impulsive and irrational, but her expression was so indifferent and calm, as if this trip was ordinary, coming for him.

Song Lieyuan smiled when he thought about it, and pulled up the woman who had finished the meal and went upstairs directly, a little impatient.

Song Liu whistled ambiguously in the back, yo, so anxious.

Song Lieyuan didn't care what he was thinking, and took Luo Yin back to the house.

When passing through the smooth and sharp tile staircase, Luo Yin took a closer look, thinking that he had fallen from here before, and suddenly felt a little empathetic pain, and soon, went upstairs, the first room in the east, pushed open the door, Luo Yin looked at the furnishings inside, it was obviously his bedroom, and her luggage had been sent up.

Luo Yin saw the huge soft bed, and suddenly, sleepiness hit him like a mountain of sea.

Suddenly, her shoulders were grabbed, and a warm, hard chest behind her pushed her to the left, his voice blowing behind her ears.

"Go take a shower first, and I'll help you blow your hair when you come out."

"My clothes ......"

"Take it."

On the shelf in the bathroom, sure enough, her pajamas were arranged, and she was in a daze at the door for a few seconds, Song Lieyuan had already turned out her pajamas, underwear, and toiletries from her luggage, and her movements were so fast and accurate?

That's right, she only brought these changes of clothes in her box, and it was clear at a glance that it was hard for him to think about it quickly.

Washed by the hot water, Luo Yin's mind cleared up most of the time.

She actually flew here from England.

I had been working hard before, planning to return to China ahead of schedule, but I didn't expect that nearly half a month in advance, this qiē was because of Song Lieyuan, and his position in his heart was more important than she imagined.

She really didn't know how to cope.

For example, now I use his bath towel to wipe my body and wear his slippers, which is a little numb, and I don't care about the mentality, anyway, it's a husband and wife.

Luo Yin put on her pajamas and looked at her face repeatedly in front of the mirror, a little haggard, but she could still see it, she still thought that she was full of cold and hardship, and she must be ugly when she saw him, and she was always in a nervous mood, in fact, it was not too bad, at least the kiss in front of the courtyard gate made her very engaged, and the way he kissed back passionately did not dislike the cold on her body at all.

Luo Yin smiled inexplicably in the mirror, and the woman in it softened because of this smile.

In this state, she pushed the door and went out.

Song Lieyuan was standing in front of the bedside table, leaning over, the hair dryer was plugged into the jack, when he heard the door opening, he looked back, and the light in his eyes dimmed all of a sudden.

Luo Yin walked over wet and warm, and after being washed by the hot water, her eyes cleared a lot, staring at the hair dryer in his hand for a moment, and asked lazily.

"Is it okay to blow while lying down?"

"Hmm." Song Lieyuan quietly watched her walk to the bed, with her face on the bed, slowly went up, like a boneless person, and finally put her head on his legs, her long hair scattered on the side of the bed, waiting for him to blow.

The white long-sleeved nightdress on her body is very conservative, from the neck to the bare feet, but it can't stand up her own good figure, the uneven curves are more and more obvious, the long half-wet hair is scattered behind her and on her chest, and the wet water dyes the fabric on the front chest a little more transparently.

The light in Song Lieyuan's eyes surged several layers, and he fixed it, pressed it all down, pulled a chair to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand to smooth all her wet hair into his hand, and gently opened the warm air to dry it.

The sound of the hair dryer was very thin, not noisy at all, Luo Yin could have closed her eyes and fell asleep, but she suddenly remembered something, and had to hold on and wait for him to finish blowing before asking.

The wet black hair dried out quickly, and Song Lieyuan reluctantly plucked a few handfuls, from her scalp to the ends of her hair, and her slender fingers shuttled through it, and Luo Yin grabbed his hand and stopped it.

"Are you a salon boy? I'm going to be put to sleep by you. ”

"You sleep." Song Lieyuan smiled lowly, threw the hair dryer, □□ her hair with both hands at the same time, and pressed it gently at the temple position, he was happy to be her massage brother.

Luo Yin didn't allow him to continue, sat up straight, and looked at him with clear eyes, "What's the problem with your legs?" ”

Song Lieyuan felt cared for, and said casually, "My knees are a little blue, do you want to see it?" ”

"Hmm." She nodded cautiously.

Song Lieyuan's eyes narrowed half-narrowed, "Are you sure?" ”

"You show up, I want to see it."

Luo Yin was very serious, and he didn't know the consequences.

Song Lieyuan laughed and pursed his lips slightly, "Okay." ”

When he stood up and directly unbuckled the belt, Luo Yin realized that he had an epiphany.

Song Lieyuan's pants were slightly tight, and his legs were long, so it was impossible to push up the trousers and see his knees, so he could only take off his pants.

Luo Yin felt that he was used to seeing the wind and waves, and he would help him solve his needs manually the next day after receiving the certificate, and it was nothing as trivial as taking off his pants and looking at his knees.

In the silence of the space, the belt was quickly unfastened, followed by a zipper squeeze.

Luo Yin stared at his knees wholeheartedly, not distracted, Rao was so, the two were too close, she still caught a glimpse of a pair of black panties dangling in her afterglow, and even a firm and straight hip line swept to the bottom of her eyes.

Fortunately, all his trousers were withdrawn, and the bruise on his knee caught all her attention in time.

Luo Yin frowned, and poked his fingertips into the black knee, the stairs were too sharp, rolling down from the second floor, it was really lucky to be able to fall like this, there must be a lot of injuries on his body, the two long legs that were exposed, the left knee was tighter, and there were small scratches in other places, and there were small blood marks in some places.

"Doesn't it hurt? You're not medicated. ”

Could it be that she flew here to check on his fall?

Song Lieyuan was holding his pants in one hand and bent his legs on the side of the bed in front of her, and the woman lowered her head and touched his knee carefully, as if to make sure that the bones inside were broken, it was really ...... Mixed tastes.

Song Lieyuan stiffly pulled out a smile, "Small problem." ”

"And what about here?" Luo Yin suddenly poked the outside of his calf, there was a hole there that was very eye-catching, but the muscles were so hard, and her fingertips were a little numb, and suddenly, Song Lieyuan's suppressed provocative voice sounded above his head.

"Do you dare to look up, Luo Yin?"

“……”

Luo Yin was stupid to look up, he was so close to him, wouldn't she bump into that place as soon as she looked up?

I don't want to look at it.

Song Lieyuan watched speechlessly as the woman completed the task, rolled into the bed, and turned his back to him concentrating on sleeping.

"Good night." She closed her eyes after a bland two words.

Song Lieyuan sneered, not to mention how funny the shape was, he kept very calm and safe from beginning to end, what kind of injury did she want to see, so she took it off and showed it to her, just look at it and touch it, when he died?

He could only endure "touching" and swallowing.

The corners of Song Lieyuan's eyes were red, as if he had been provoked by something, and there was a fire beating, however, he also admired his self-control, and he actually put on his pants as if nothing happened, and helped her cover the quilt.

Luo Yin was tired and tight, and fell asleep after a while.

Song Lieyuan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her quietly, the whole space was only the sound of his own heartbeat, his hand held her ankle under the thin quilt, the skin there was lubricated and delicate, he lifted the quilt slightly, and saw the pair of jade-like feet, even the heels were delicate like porcelain, glowing ruddy and white shiny, Song Lieyuan felt like a foot fetish pervert, holding her heel with his hand, and his palm easily covered all there.

He half-leaned behind her, rubbing his slender and beautiful feet, and arched his dregious chin at the socket of her neck, chuckling in her ear.

"Don't pretend, you can't help but laugh."

Then, the sleeping woman opened her eyelids, her whole face was slightly red, and her eyes stared at him with a smirk, "Don't rub it, itchy." As he spoke, he pulled back his leg under the quilt.

Song Lieyuan immediately pulled her ankle over and pinched it back into her palm, "Keep sleeping, I'll make it light." ”

Luo Yin really laughed, and didn't want to pull back his feet vigorously, according to his temper, he would definitely get entangled, so after she laughed, she turned around and closed her eyes, and as for the rest, let him go.

She was so sleepy and safe.

There is his body temperature in his back, and the heart of his feet also has the temperature of his palms, and his feet, which have not walked a lot, are so tired that they refuse to struggle under his care, and quietly let him pinch them.

Luo Yin had a smile on his face and gradually fell asleep, this trip was good, it was worth it.