I had a dream. A spring dream. In my dream, the man with the golden proportions of his body slowly approached me, with a white bath towel around his waist, and nothing else.

I wanted to open my eyes to see his face, a long strip of cloth falling from the top of my head, covering my eyes.

When I realized what it was, a pair of hands touched my face, through the fabric.

What kind of hands are that?

It seems to be magical, and wherever it passes, it ignites a source of sparks.

Then, instead of my hand, the softer part gently touched my hair, the tip of my nose, my neck, and ...... down My breathing grew quicker and shorter, and I tried to remove the cover in front of me, but the man was shrewd and cunning, and his hands against me kept me from moving.

He was so skilled that he laid me down on the couch in a puddle of soft water, and the kiss fell swiftly and densely.

I yelled and itched to prevent him from touching me, and he rolled me over and possessed me in a more domineering position.

I screamed and woke up.

My chest was wet and numb, and when I looked down, a clump of black hair swayed between my chest.

"Ahh

I slapped him, and the man looked up, his eyes misty, possessive.

He moved quickly, deflected to the side, and dodged my attack.

I had seen the man's face clearly, I was relieved, and I felt unreasonable, so I slapped away his hand at the root of my leg: "Ye Jingchong, it's the middle of the night, you are all bored!" ”

Ye Jingchong stroked the corners of his mouth, his movements were dangerous and colored, I watched him slowly speak, and said, "Boring." ”

"If you're bored, go to sleep."

I muffled, turned over the covers, and buried myself in.

Ye Jingchong watched me lazily move my body outside the quilt, shrunk into a ball like a ball of meat, lifted the quilt and got in, and stuck behind me.

He moved down, approached, and wrapped me in his arms.

I nudged him and muttered, "I'm going to study tomorrow." ”

"Yes, I'm not sleeping."

He said, his lips gently latching into my little round earlobe.

A spirit, I trembled.

The man's chest trembled vigorously, and I was ashamed, "Ye Jingchong, what are you laughing at?" ”

He didn't speak, just hugged me and hid me under his wing.

I couldn't sleep, but he was snoring soon.

In the past few days, I guess I'm tired of flying, I've seen him work out, and he's also 12 points serious when he's serious, completely thinking of himself as a young man in his early twenties.

But he has passed the age of standing, and no matter how strong his body is, he can't stand such a strong work.

I moved in his arms, trying to figure out how comfortable he could sleep.

But his arms were like iron rings, encircling me in his range, and it was difficult to move.

What a domineering man.

The next day, I was woken up by the aroma of food.

On the dining table, two shiny poached eggs lie in a bowl, bright in color and particularly attractive.

I couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and taste it, and Ye Jingchong immediately walked out of the kitchen.

"Did you brush your teeth?"

"Nope."

"Let's go brush first!"

He waved the shovel in his hand, and the bear apron was tied around his waist, a little funny, a little cute, and I couldn't tell what it felt.

I quickly stuffed another mouthful of the egg, glanced at him demonstratively, and quickly slipped back into the room.

Please, I'm not afraid of him at all, because just now I saw a smile in his eyes, full of it, as if overflowing.