Finally ended, Ling Xiaoxiao was sweating all over, her hair was scattered, there were tears in her big eyes that had just been renewed because of the pain, and her eyes were slightly red, and she looked at Jiang Zizhuo like an accusation, like a girl who had been ravaged.

Jiang Zizhuo stretched himself with a faint expression, but he thought in his heart that if there was no one else in the venue, he would definitely use practical actions to tell her what other ways to 'bully' people.

Being looked at by Ling Xiaoxiao like this, the small flame in Jiang Zizhuo's heart ignited little by little, he raised his hand to rub her hair, which was already a little scattered, and sighed helplessly and depressedly.

"Let's go back first," Jiang Zizhuo took a towel and carefully wiped the sweat from Ling Xiaoxiao's forehead: "Rush and go find them again." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Jiang Zizhuo's tight thin lips, with a little pride in her heart, she didn't think about it at all, there is a saying that you have to pay it back sooner or later.

She wrapped her hands around Jiang Zizhuo's waist, and enjoyed the service of the beautiful man: "Okay, but, just now I lost, you said that you would agree to my request." ”

Jiang Zizhuo pursed his lips: "But I didn't say that I would definitely agree to your request." ”

"You don't talk a lot!" Ling Xiaoxiao was angry.

Jiang Zizhuo lowered his head and pecked at the corner of her lips: "If your request is for me to kiss you, I will definitely not refuse." ”

Big pervert! Ling Xiaoxiao's big eyes widened, and the image of the male god in her heart was refreshed.

The two returned to the small courtyard and found that none of them had returned, with the personalities of Jiang Zizhuo and Zhou Shao. It would be nice for the two of them to come back before dark with their sweethearts.

Ling Xiaoxiao and Jiang Zizhuo each went back to the room to freshen up and change clothes, although this small courtyard is a country courtyard modeled, with the unique roughness of the northern countryside in style, but the indoor facilities are still arranged according to the standards of a four-star hotel, the furniture is complete, the configuration is in place, and each room has an independent bathroom.

Ling Xiaoxiao was just sweating all over her body, and even her hair smelled unpleasant, and she saw that there was a brand of shampoo she commonly used in the room, so she washed her hair by the way.

The summer of this year. Temperatures are climbing a little slowly. In May, the maximum temperature during the day did not rise to 25 degrees, and Ling Xiaoxiao was afraid that she would have to go out later, so she rummaged through the cabinet to find a hair dryer.

I just pulled all the doors open and looked at them. The hair dryer is still nowhere to be seen. No way. I can only take a towel and twist my hair repeatedly.

As soon as my hair was half-dry, I heard a knock on the door.

"Why are you so fast?" When she opened the door, she saw Jiang Zizhuo who was neatly dressed, and Ling Xiaoxiao muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Why didn't you blow your hair?" Jiang Zizhuo looked at her hair that was still damp. frowned.

"There's no hair dryer here, so I just wiped it casually." Ling Xiaoxiao said unimpressed, raised her hand and folded the clothes she had just changed and stuffed them back into her backpack, and while folding her clothes, she was glad that she had just put away her underwear......

"We have it over there, you wait a minute, I'll get it." Jiang Zizhuo turned around and walked out of the room as he spoke, and after a while, he walked in again with a hair dryer in his hand.

Ling Xiaoxiao raised her hand to pick it up, but was dodged by Jiang Zizhuo: "Sit down, I'll blow it for you." ”

Enjoy the service code of a beautiful man? Ling Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and smiled, and quickly sat on the soft stool on the side, Jiang Zizhuo found a comb, turned on the power and carefully helped her blow it, her movements were gentle and careful.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Jiang Zizhuo's serious eyebrows in the mirror, and the sweetness in her heart rolled little by little, like hot water boiling on the stove, splashing and surging.

Her hair was blown dry little by little, and Jiang Zizhuo took the comb and carefully combed it for her: "Okay, remember to blow dry your hair after washing it in the future, otherwise it will be easy to have a headache." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the mirror and smiled sweetly: "Okay, if I forget, you can help me blow my hair again, okay?" ”

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't notice that there was an element of invitation in her words, Jiang Zizhuo's eyes flashed slightly, looking at the delicate smile in Ling Xiaoxiao's mirror, the small flame that had been extinguished in her heart gradually ignited again, burning more and more.

Ling Xiaoxiao only felt that Jiang Zizhuo's gaze had some kind of temptation, which made her dissatisfied that she could only see him in the mirror, she couldn't help but turn around, raise her head, and look at Jiang Zizhuo's deep and bright eyes.

Then, the eyes she only felt were getting closer and closer to her, getting closer and closer, the brightness seemed to be a little scorching, and when Ling Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, there was only such a thought left in her mind.

How many postures can a kiss have? It is estimated that no one has counted it, one is sitting on a soft stool, one is bent over, and the early summer sun shines obliquely on them through the window lattice, with a warm feeling.

Ling Xiaoxiao subconsciously raised her hands and wrapped them around Jiang Zizhuo's neck, as if she could shorten the distance between them by doing so. I don't know how long later, the room sounded unconsciously.

This sound was like a signal, waking someone up, it seems, there is some distance in such a posture, Jiang Zizhuo's eyebrows moved, his long arms stretched, and Ling Xiaoxiao was held on his chest, with a little force, the two switched places, Jiang Zizhuo sat on the soft stool, and the broken person was placed on his long legs again.

The delicious dim sum was completely held in his arms, and someone who turned into a wolf was no longer polite, his arm was slightly exerted under his armpit, and Ling Xiaoxiao's slightly pursed teeth unconsciously loosened.

The sweet time is not too long, Ling Xiaoxiao only felt that the air in her chest was sucked away, she was as eager to breathe as a fish thrown on the shore, but the fresh breath between her lips and teeth made her addicted, and she couldn't bear to move half a minute, so she could only draw oxygen from the other party.

The two hugged each other tightly, leaning on each other's lips and teeth until the sun was setting, and the sound of pushing the door sounded outside the courtyard.

Brother Zhen's loud voice directly woke up the intoxicated two, and Ling Xiaoxiao jumped up from Jiang Zizhuo's body with a spirit, and spun around in the middle of the ground in a bit of panic.

The whirlpool in his eyes gradually dissipated, Jiang Zizhuo got up and grabbed Ling Xiaoxiao's arm, patting her back soothingly.

In the big eyes of the water spirit, the blooming peach blossoms have not yet dispersed, the peach pink cheeks, the red and swollen lips, everything is talking about the good things that the two of them did in the room just now, Ling Xiaoxiao covered her mouth with her hands, turned around and rushed into the bathroom, and the door was locked.

Jiang Zizhuo pulled the hem of his clothes, pursed the corners of his lips in satisfaction, turned around and picked up the hair dryer and comb, and walked out of the room slowly.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you doing? It's okay to come out, I'm dying of heat, let me take a shower. As soon as Brother Zhen entered the door, he ran over and patted the bathroom door vigorously.

Ling Xiaoxiao sat in the toilet, looking at herself in the mirror with a peach blossom face and a spring face, and rubbed her hair helplessly.

got up and turned on the faucet, Ling Xiaoxiao picked up the cold water and washed it on her face many times, and then she covered up half of her face with a towel and opened the door. (To be continued.) )