Chapter 690: Silver Mask, Man in White
I was so close that I even squatted down slowly on the side of the tub where I was.
Xiao Yu couldn't help but be in a hurry again.
I want to scream, but I can't scream.
I could only hear a faint lament in my ears:
"You disobedient little thing, you say, you say, how do you want people to treat you? On this day, all you know is that you are strong, and you only know how to escape......"
Uh, what does this man mean?
Xiao Yu only felt that he was very anxious in his heart.
It's just that, at the same time, she has become very sleepy and sleepy.
When she fell into a sweet and heavy sleep again, Xiao Yu felt that the man gently rolled up the white sleeves, took the bath towel, and helped her scrub her body carefully.
In this way, it is not possible, absolutely not!
Don't, don't......
In the dream, Xiao Yu yelled as hard as he could.
However, that ironing, comfortable feeling still continued to pass from her body surface.
Gentle, as if scrubbing a fragile beautiful mysterious ancient porcelain.
In a daze, Xiao Yu felt that her delicate and delicate body had been scrubbed clean.
He was tightly wrapped in a bath towel, and then, he was tightly hugged in a wide warm embrace.
The warm, moist and unfamiliar snort is clearly audible in my ears.
I don't know how long it took, but the man shook her body and whispered in her ear:
"Little thing, before you have your permission, any profanity is an offense and a blasphemy to you, and I will never do it. I only hope that one day, there will be only me in your eyes......"
After muttering a few times in a low voice, Xiao Yu felt that his slender body was wrapped in a heavy bath towel, was solemnly picked up, and gently put back on the bed.
Pressing the corners of the quilt for her, the man said with gentle comfort:
"Silly baby, dear baby, let's sleep well here first. Don't worry, with me, no one can hurt you, no one. ”
After a wet mark fell on the corner of his forehead, Xiao Yu felt that the man walked out quietly with his hands behind his back.
Who is this man? Why do you come here so casually?
Also, why is he here?
Many doubts, once again, weighed heavily on Xiao Yu's heart.
It's just that before he figured it out, Xiao Yu's head fell asleep again in a daze.
I don't know how long I slept alone.
When Xiao Yu finally opened his eyes clearly, he realized that he was sleeping in bed properly.
Covered with a wide quilt, on his body, he was actually wrapped in a wide bath towel.
Xiao Yu's eyes widened, and he tried hard to recall the previous dream that made people shy when he thought about it.
Silver Mask? The man in white?
A warm low male voice?
Also, that wet mark on your forehead?
However, with a sharp eye, Xiao Yu searched the entire room little by little, but Xiao Yu couldn't find out where there was a man in white who was wearing a white dress and a silver mask in this room.
Is it my own dreaming?
However, how could he be wrapped in a bath towel and sleep on the bed with a bath towel just now?