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"How did they know my card number?"

When Bai Wei saw that her card number and name were displayed on the webpage, she immediately shouted in confusion.

"Xiaowei, this is not unusual, is it? Even Cong Ye's childhood story is so detailed, not to mention that it's just a bank card number. ”

Zhi Xiaohui is also a lot more lively today, and gradually regained his former look.

"But, why isn't it Sister Xiaohui, Sister Allure, Brother Cong Ye, but me?"

"Don't you think you're richer and won't be greedy for donations?"

Zhi Xiaohui said jokingly.

"Sister Xiaohui, will you be greedy for ink, or will Sister Allure be greedy for ink? However, Brother Cong Ye maybe. ”

Bai Wei's words immediately attracted the three girls to look at Cong Ye at the same time. Cong Ye smiled awkwardly and hurriedly went back to the suite to heal. It's just that the bush leaves sitting cross-legged on the bed are difficult to immerse themselves in as before. As time passes, the night is approaching step by step, and Cong Ye's heart is becoming more and more looking forward to tonight's scrubbing body.

After dinner and watching TV, Zhi Xiaohui and Bai Wei left under the pretext of excuses. They all knew the embarrassment of scrubbing their bodies with Cong Ye, so they tried to leave a separate space for the people on duty so that everyone would not feel embarrassed.

After sitting for a while, Cong Ye saw that Yan Chengcheng didn't mean to scrub his body at all, and he didn't know if it was intentional or forgot, so he couldn't help but shout softly:

"Sister Allure?"

"Well, something?"

"I, I'm going to take a shower."

Yan Chengcheng's pretty face immediately turned red, and she glared at Cong Ye coquettishly, and then lowered her head and sneered.

"Who insisted on not taking a shower that day?"

"I've changed my mind, now."

"Okay, so should I call Xiaowei back, or should I call Xiaohui back?"

"Sister Allure."

Cong Ye's tone was obviously coquettish, and his two eyes and a childlike look of expectation.

Yan Chengcheng lowered his head slightly, walked to Cong Ye's side, reached under his armpit, pulled Cong Ye to stand up from the sofa, and without saying a word, raised his feet and walked towards the bathroom. Cong Ye followed suit, and immediately closed the bathroom door with his heels.

Yan Tingcheng didn't speak, with a flush on his face, he gently untied the nightgown on Cong Ye's upper body, and casually pulled the shorts on Cong Ye's lower body to his ankles.

Cong Ye really wanted Yan Tingcheng to come to him as soon as possible, so that he could take a closer look at her, but Yan Tingcheng always rubbed his back, back, shoulders, buttocks, thighs, and calves. Rubbing around, the bushes were a little impatient.

"Sister Allure?"

"Hmm."

Yan Tingcheng let out a low nasal voice, which was regarded as a promise to Cong Ye.

"It's okay later."

"Alright, let's get dressed."

Cong Ye felt it, and from the living room, Yan Chengcheng was deliberately teasing him.

"I haven't wiped the front yet."

Cong Ye's tone was really the same as a child's, and with Yan Qingcheng's teasing, he said softly.

"So anxious?"

Saying that, Yan Tingcheng turned to Cong Ye's body, as for the hideousness between Cong Ye's legs, from the moment he took off his shorts, Yan Tingcheng had already seen it. It is definitely impossible to say that I am not nervous and flustered, so I deliberately wiped it from the back first. After all, Yan Chengcheng is a married girl and knows what it is like to be between men and women. Therefore, Cong Ye's fierce and fierce attitude made Yan Qingcheng's heart, which had been silent for more than two years, instantly ripple layer upon layer. The natural physiological response soon made her feel the damp heat and discomfort between her legs.

Today, because Yan Chengcheng had just finished dinner, he did not change into a nightdress, and was still wearing a short-sleeved lapel T-shirt and a pair of cropped pants. On weekdays, Yan Chengcheng rarely wears skirts.

Standing on tiptoe and carefully starting from the front chest of Cong Ye, Yan Chengcheng sometimes used a towel and sometimes a soft palm to scrub his body for Cong Ye. Cong Ye looked down, with a blushing face, but focused on scrubbing his body, Yan Qingcheng, his heart was full of sweet feelings. His original intention of going to Guanhai City was only to take care of his sister-in-law, as well as the platoon leader's sister and mother, but the development of things exceeded his expectations. However, Cong Ye is very satisfied with the current ending. For this sister-in-law who is eight years older than herself, no matter what point she is, Cong Ye feels that she can win Yan Chengcheng's heart, which is a blessing that she has cultivated for several lifetimes.

Slowly, Yan Chengcheng went all the way down, and when he came to Cong Ye's legs, he did not hesitate at all, first wiped it twice with a wet towel, then put down the towel, picked up the soap and gently smeared it, and then stretched out his slender jade hand to carefully clean the Cong Ye little by little. When he felt the softness and warmth of those jade hands, the leaves naturally hardened. It's just that after sneaking a glance at Yan Qingcheng's expression who was cleaning himself, the ** in Cong Ye's heart faded little by little. Because Cong Ye felt that Yan Chengcheng seemed to be doing a normal thing, although the flush on his face was heavier.

At the first moment, Yan Chengcheng noticed the hideous changes from the bush leaves in his hands, which were slowly hanging down.

This change made Yan Tingcheng's heart suddenly full of sweetness.

A girl is different from a boy in that once she falls in love with a particular boy, she will give herself to the other person without reservation, including body and mind. Especially for a girl like Yan Chengcheng, who has both knowledge and experience, it is not easy to win her heart, but once you impress her, it will give you ten times the reward.

Since the incident on Nanjing Road, Yan Tingcheng no longer thinks in his heart, in this life, as long as Cong Ye does not dislike it, he will follow Cong Ye without hesitation. Of course, no matter what kind of woman they are, what they want most is a man's heart, not a man's fascination with his body. Therefore, the changes in Cong Ye's body made Yan Tingcheng feel that in Cong Ye's heart, he not only liked him physically, but also really got Cong Ye's love and respect. Only on the basis of mutual respect is true love, this kind of love is beyond the attraction of **, this kind of love is the love that can last forever.

The changes in his heart made Yan Chengcheng's movements more gentle and natural.

Cong Ye, who grew up in an orphanage, has never enjoyed such treatment. I had already closed my eyes slightly, intoxicated. Every time Yan Chengcheng's slender fingers touch the skin of Cong Ye, it will make Cong Ye feel comfortable to the deepest part of his soul. If Cong Ye's arms could move, he really wanted to gently hug Yan Qingcheng into his arms, so that she could feel her heartbeat and feel the warmth and safety brought to her by her solid chest.

As if sensing Cong Ye's thoughts, Yan Chengcheng stood up after cleaning Cong Ye's feet, gently pushed Cong Ye's arms away, squeezed into Cong Ye's arms, and ignored the undried water droplets on Cong Ye's body, and gently pasted it, including some hot cheeks.

"Allure."

"Clump leaves."

Just called each other's names, and everything was silent.

In an instant, Cong Ye felt the hot tears flowing from the corners of Yan Qingcheng's eyes, sliding down his chest, and did not persuade or interrupt her, but Cong Ye's eyes also flowed tears, sliding across his cheeks and dripping onto Yan Qingcheng's head. Yan Qingcheng raised a pretty face full of tears, but with a happy smile, and the tears of the bush leaves just dripped onto her white forehead.

"Cong Ye, don't cry."

"Okay, don't cry. Allure is not allowed to cry. ”

"Okay, let's not cry."

That being said, neither of them could hold back the willful, happy tears.

After a long time, Yan Chengcheng stood on tiptoe, wiped away the tears from the corners of Cong Ye's eyes, and lightly imprinted Cong Ye's forehead with his lips before saying:

"It's time to wash your hair at the washstand."