Zhao Baiyun put down the hair dryer in his hand, then took down the towel covering Zhao Qinghan's hair and touched it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Baiyun nodded with satisfaction, well, yes, it's already dry.

The rabbit has been cooked, and now it's just waiting to be served.

Zhao Qinghan noticed the departure of the towel, moved his neck a little uncomfortably, reached out to touch it, it was a little hot, thinking that it was hot when he just dried his hair.

Seeing this, Zhao Baiyun picked up another towel to wipe water, unfolded it and gently covered it on the somewhat reddened skin, and said softly, "Are you better now?" ”

Zhao Qinghan felt the coolness from his neck, and couldn't help but exhale, "It's much better, it's so comfortable~"

Zhao Baiyun held the hand of the towel for a moment, and then returned to its original state, "After applying it for a while, I saw that it was a little red, and I thought it was baking." ”

Zhao Qinghan nodded noncommittally and let Zhao Baiyun wander around his neck.

Zhao Baiyun took away the towel, although it was still a little red, but it was not so hot, "Is it better?" ”

Zhao Qinghan stretched out his hand to feel it, the temperature was a little hot, but it was already okay.

Zhao Qinghan turned around so badly Zhao Baiyun smiled, "Little brother, how much do you have to charge?" ”

Zhao Baiyun saw that Zhao Qinghan's smiling eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his eyes were full of cunning, so he knew that he was joking.

smiled helplessly, "Pay with meat!" Although the words sounded like a joke, those dark and dangerous eyes were not joking.

Zhao Qinghan was shocked, and he wanted to get up and jump away, but Zhao Baiyun made a move first, wrapped his powerful arms around Zhao Qinghan's waist, and then forcefully took him into his arms.

Zhao Qinghan's body stiffened, his ears were Zhao Baiyun's scorching and somewhat hot breathing, and his sensitive ears were wantonly provoked and played with by the person behind him with his lips and tongue, Zhao Qinghan couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"You... Let go... I..."Zhao Qinghan opened his mouth sharply, but he didn't know that the voice was like a coquettish kitten, cute and pitying, but he couldn't help but want to bully him, so that the voice was filled with trembling crying.

Zhao Baiyun's eyes sank, and then relaxed the strength of the hoop, Zhao Qinghan's eyes lit up, thinking that there was a play, he just wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he didn't want to escape and failed, and then the sky was spinning, and as far as the eye could see, there was a snow-white ceiling.

Zhao Qinghan was a little stunned for a while, as if he couldn't come to his senses until a slightly cool touch came from his body.

Zhao Baiyun was skillful, pressed the person between the body and the bed, and then couldn't wait to possess him, ready to swallow the feast.

After Zhao Qinghan came back to her senses, her breathing was stagnant, and between her lips and tongue was someone's reckless plundering wetness, mixed with violent strength, but it was just right not to hurt her.

The air in her mouth and lungs was swallowed up by the person above, and even the elixir secreted from her mouth was swallowed into her stomach.

Zhao Qinghan's eyes darkened for a while, and he didn't know if it was caused by lack of oxygen or because of other reasons.

Zhao Baiyun seemed to feel something, and gently let go of Zhao Qinghan's lips, and then turned to his ears, neck, and collarbone.

Zhao Qinghan breathed heavily, as if a person who was extremely hypoxic had been put on an oxygen supply machine.

The bath towel, which was not very strong, crumbled between Zhao Qinghan's deep breaths, revealing the half of the roundness, Zhao Baiyun's eyes were shining, like a hungry wolf who had seen meat, and he couldn't wait to open his mouth and put it in his mouth, and he didn't even have time to taste it and swallow it in his mouth.

Zhao Qinghan relieved himself, and he felt a tingling pain in his chest, lowered his eyes, and in his eyes was someone's dark hair, obviously burying his head in hardship.

"Po~", a loud kiss of lust (beep--) appeared in the quiet bedroom, and the sound was a little excessive.

The tips of Zhao Qinghan's ears were crimson, and when he looked at the voice, it was snow-white skin, but there were a few dazzling red plums reflected in the white skin, which was inexplicably confusing.

It's just that Zhao Baiyun was tempted, leaned over again, and kissed lightly under the red plum blossom, this is my mark, this person is mine!

As long as he thought of such an idea, Zhao Baiyun couldn't help but want to put such an obvious and confusing mark on Zhao Qinghan's body, but unfortunately, Zhao Qinghan would not allow it.

And he wouldn't be stupid enough to show Zhao Jingshao such an obvious mark, otherwise, ...... What awaits him is a long life as a monk, and the gains outweigh the losses, and Zhao Baiyun will not do such a thing.

But you can't see it, so you can show it a little more where you can't see it, okay.

Zhao Baiyun's eyes lit up, and he was about to drop his warm lips, but Zhao Qinghan stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Baiyun.

Zhao Baiyun raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Qinghan with bottomless eyes, his eyes full of questions.

Zhao Qinghan saw her current appearance from those dark eyes, her face was red, her eyes were watery, and her lips were a little swollen.

The person who caused her to be like this is still looking at her with a puzzled and innocent face.

Zhao Qinghan glanced at Zhao Baiyun angrily, "No, you can't leave too much." ”

Zhao Qinghan didn't know that her white eyes, with the appearance of wanting to talk now, were indescribably coquettish, saying that she was white-eyed, but in fact, it was more appropriate to be coquettish.

Zhao Baiyun knew Zhao Qinghan's worries, but looking at the seductive red lips that were a little red and swollen, and saying unconsciously confusing words, the fierce beast in Zhao Baiyun's eyes struggled more and more.

Not yet, not enough, more and more are needed until she is fully open to him, and he can start picking this bewitching flower that only he can see.

Zhao Baiyun nodded lightly, and then smiled like a spring breeze, "I have measure." ”

Zhao Qinghan knew Zhao Baiyun's self-control, since he said that he was measured, it was measured.

It's just Zhao Qinghan, have you forgotten that the place where you are talking now is on the bed, and you are half-covered, and you are ravaged by the king, saying seductive prayers. No one will refuse your request, and then bully you until you cry, trembling and begging for mercy.

Zhao Baiyun buried his head in a pair of softness, but his hands were dishonestly roaming around Zhao Qinghan's body, upper body, waist, then lower abdomen, and then deep garden.

Zhao Baiyun is like a hard-working gardener, taking care of every flower and plant in the garden, watering, fertilizing, waiting for the flowers to bloom slowly, and then picking them into his arms, savoring the fragrant flowers, and feeling the wonderful satisfaction.

Zhao Qinghan rises and falls in the clouds and rain, occasionally light waves, occasionally gentle wind and drizzle, and finally turns into a storm, making her frightened, flustered, ups and downs at the tip of the waves, and finally the big waves beat her, sending her to the highest point of the waves, enjoying the thrill of surfing.

Zhao Baiyun is working his garden, and Zhao Qinghan is enjoying the thrill of surfing in the wind and rain.

The cultivation of the garden needs to be slow, and the thrill of surfing needs to be relaxed.

The warm yellow light illuminated the whole bedroom, but when the moon wanted to peek into more beautiful scenery, it dimmed instantly, leaving only the silver moonlight, which shone through the window, still eavesdropping on the story between the gardener and the surfer.

The night is still very long. (To be continued.) )