Song Chuyi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Song Yanheng, it turns out that under your cold appearance, what is hidden is a beast heart." ”

"I've never dared you to know, just for today." Song Yanheng hooked his lips slightly and smiled.

Song Chuchu smiled, with a complicated look in his eyes, and did not speak.

Song Chu's hair was still wet, lying on Song Yanheng's lap, her long black hair was wet and hanging down, and Song Yanheng was holding a hair dryer to help her blow it. The soft hair swept between Song Yanheng's fingers, and the room was quiet except for the sound of the hair dryer.

Song Chuchu looked at Song Yanheng above. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, it was very good-looking, clean and jade-like. When Song Chu saw Song Yanheng for the first time, the immature little heart was still for a few seconds because of that beauty. After seven years, when she looks at this face again, she still feels a palpitation.

"Alas, Song Yanheng," Song Chu turned over a little depressedly, and unconsciously said in a deep resentful tone, "I finally know the feeling of wanting to push people down." ”

Song Yanheng's movements froze, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. He silently helped Song Chu dry his hair, packed his things, closed the bedroom door and went to the living room.

Song Chu was very unhappy alone, he shouldn't have developed like this. He can't just walk away without a sound.

Song Chu sat on the bed for a while, and got out of bed to see what was going on. As soon as the door opened, he was bumped into by Song Yanheng, who was about to come in.

"What are you running around with bad feet?"

Song Yanheng also wore a yukata prepared by the resort, with a loose neckline, showing the spring light. Song Chu was a little embarrassed to stand face to face with him like this.

"You're taking a shower?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to knock me down? I can't wash it so that you can push it down, Miss? ”

The way she limped and walked was really disturbing to watch. Song Yanheng simply picked up Song Chuchu.

Song Chuchu tugged on his collar and scolded: "At the beginning of Song Chu, you are a real beast." ”

Song Yanheng put Miss Song on the bed steadily, leaned over and propped her arms on both sides of Song Chu's little head, stared at Song Chu's dark and heavy eyes, and teased her seriously in a low voice: "At the beginning of the year, do you remember the question you asked me, natural reaction?" ”

Song, who lacked knowledge in a certain aspect, looked at Song Yanheng above with a pair of clear eyes like water, waiting for an answer.

The gaze looked at Song Yanheng tightly, held Song Chu's soft and delicate hand, and leaned towards himself.

After Song Chu touched that heat source, his face was slightly red, and his voice was as light as a mosquito: "At that time, we weren't together." ”

"But then, I wanted to do you."

Song Chu lifted his eyelids to look at Song Yanheng, his dark eyes seemed to be dyed with a layer of black by the night, and his profound facial features constituted a prison city, locking Song Chu into it. Song Chuchu stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Song Yanheng's neck, and got up to meet the familiar kiss.

The yukata was torn apart and scattered in the entanglement. At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the skin as white as jade shone in the light. Song Yanheng's cold kiss fell on the tender skin, drowning Song Chu in it like melting spring water. Song Chu's question gradually rose in this entangled kiss, and his breathing became more and more rapid, and he drilled into Song Yanheng's arms uncomfortably.

Song Chuchu took Song Chuchu into his arms and slowly leaned into her body. Song Chu was uncomfortable and fled up, but was hugged by Song Yanheng and had nowhere to escape. Song Yanheng finally went in, imprinted a shallow kiss on Song Chu's forehead covered with a layer of fine sweat, Song Chu's voice was tense and hoarse, and he just wanted to speak, but was broken up by a sudden collision, and a broken moan and groan sounded in the quiet room.

The moment the voice sounded, Song Chu's face was suddenly full of shame. She never thought that her voice could be so charming, and she desperately hid in Song Yanheng's arms. Song Yanheng smiled lightly and held Song Chuchu's chin, kissed her moist lips, and swallowed all her indistinct whimperes.

April is a bright and warm spring. The curtains on the balcony are wide open, allowing daylight to shine through the glass into the tranquil bedroom. On the big bed in the center, Song Chu was still asleep.

The girl's face was as white as snow, and her facial features were delicate like a painting. The brightest stroke was the smile that bloomed from the corners of her red lips. Although it is very light, it is elegant and fragrant.

As the daylight grew, on the bed, Song Chu's eyelashes trembled like a small fan, and a pair of black and white eyes slowly opened, looking straight at the ceiling above his head a little sluggishly.

The surroundings were quiet, as if there was no one. Song Chu sat up with his hand pinching the corner of the quilt, and was about to call someone, only to realize that something was wrong.

The girl's head turned dexterously, and Song Yanheng was sitting under the bed looking at her, with a smile on her face, just like the sunshine outside the window, and warm.

Song Chu hurriedly lay down, she didn't wear anything under the quilt, her pale back leaked in the bright sunlight, and Song Yanheng's gaze was obviously stagnant.

"What are you doing here?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Song Chu found that there was a trace of softness in her voice, and the March Warbler was crying like this. The room was so quiet, her voice was so clear, she was a little embarrassed to hear it, how could she be coquettish?

"I want to see how you sleep." Although he is talking about love, Uncle Song does not have the slightest hint, and his temperament is clean and warm. He stretched out his hand and stroked Song Chu's smooth face with his slender fingers, and smiled lightly, "Hurry up, otherwise breakfast will be cold." ”

After saying this, Song Yanheng stood up, carefully put Song Chu's clothes on the bedside, and turned around and went out. Don't let Xiao Nizi be shy.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he got dressed and ran to wash up with his slippers. Her face was reflected in the mirror. The bathroom lighting is bright and soft, and her lines are particularly soft.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty in the mirror, between the eyebrows, the waves were sparkling. The moist lips are bright red, and it seems that overnight, she was as pure and flawless as a pear blossom, but she suddenly became as glamorous as a peach and plum, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of style.

Song Chu was a little stunned and stroked his face that had changed so much, this is what others said, is that kind of change?

Song Yanheng was setting the dishes and chopsticks, so he might as well be hugged tightly by Song Chuchu from behind. The little girl's delicate body leaned on his shoulder, and her movements were extremely affectionate.

"What's wrong?"

Song Chu didn't speak, closing his eyes and feeling the heartbeat of this moment. When she saw herself in the mirror, she knew that in this life, she would never be able to fall in love with anyone other than Song Yanheng.

The sunlight shone on the two extremely good-looking people, flowing quietly. It just makes people want to sleep peacefully on such a day.

P.S.: It's been a long time since I've met the little fairies here, and it's been a long time~