Pu Youshi, who was weakly exploding, jumped up like a rabbit that had been stepped on by the tail, and hurriedly explained, "No, I came directly from school, no, no, I don't dress like this at school, today because of ......" It felt like it was getting darker and darker, and Pu Youshi collapsed his face in distress.

Alas, there are very few books to use, and the eloquence is not good enough when you die.

Ni Pan felt his temples hurt, and it was really hard for him not to suspect that Xue Qin was fixing himself. Or is it only you who are stupid and take the bait? He pointed to the bathroom and said, "Do you want to take a shower first?" ”

Pu twisted his skirt down and nodded like pounding garlic.

After trotting into the bathroom, I realized that I had forgotten to bring my bathrobe in. Please, it's a man standing outside who is about to have a night of love with him. Even if you want to see each other shirtless later, let yourself be naked now, open your chest and breasts, and simply let yourself die.

She slowly took off her cheating robe, and her disgusted movements made Kaka can't help but sneer, "Hey, you're stupid now." ”

Hearing her voice, Pu was a little less nervous. She slowly tried to unload her watch.

"Stupid, can't you take it off?" Kaka complained unceremoniously.

"What about getting wet?" Pu Youshi's worry slapped Kaka's face like an insult, and Kaka said unhappily, "I'm not a watch!" I'm the system! Do you understand?! ”

Pu cut it again, turned on the shower head directly, hid under the shower head and began to rinse, and the sound of the water splashed to cover up Kaka's click.

It should be the body I am most familiar with, but it is the first time I have taken a serious look at it. The body that has always been wrapped in clothes, now it has to wait for the worship and comment of another person who has nothing to do with it. Her hand slowly touched her neck, and her fingers landed on her heart, feeling the sound of her own heartbeat. The water was rattling, and she slowly closed her eyes.

One hand covered the watch in his left hand and muttered, "Is this body beautiful?" "I don't know if anyone heard it.

After a while, she rubbed her eyes desperately, carefully washed her body, put on a fragrant slippery shower gel, and when the white liquid slid over her body, her brain thought of something lustful like conduction, and then her whole face turned red. She quickly unscrewed the faucet to rinse off the foam.

The heat was thick, and her whole person was steamed in a white world, and the place where the water splashed quickly became clear, and it was occupied by water vapor again. She rinsed for a few moments until her skin was flushed with a warm redness.

A man stood dumbfounded in front of the blurred mirror, in a daze. After a while, she stretched out her white and slender fingers, and slowly wrote the words @love on the mottled mirror surface with one stroke. After a while, I added I want in front of it, and then silently added a word in the back. After a while, she silently erased the word and changed it to thought.

She silently looked at the words she wrote on the mirror silently, laughed stupidly for a while, and then simply wiped herself with a bath towel, and roughly wiped off the words on the mirror, only to carefully wrap herself, and saw her master finish these things like a snake spirit, and sighed silently, closed her eyes and walked out slowly.

Ni Pan was a little impatient, propped up on the pillow with one hand, and lay on the edge of the bed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Pu Youshi looked at him deeply and couldn't help but praise the ride. This guy is usually so non-mainstream, but his aesthetics at critical times are still extremely reliable.

This Mr. planter, who was praised by him, was indeed handsome, because his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were longer and curled, his lips were slightly pursed, and his brows were slightly twisted even in his sleep, as if he was preoccupied.

I remember seeing him in a neat dark blue suit when I first came in. Now the clothes are hanging on the hanger in front of the bed, still meticulous.

It's cleanliness, right? Or is it obsessive-compulsive disorder? I have to say that such a little paranoia seems to be more refined on such an abstinent and good-looking person.

The first four buttons of his light gray dark striped shirt had been unbuttoned, and the neckline showed a beautiful collarbone line.

Pu Youshi slowly sat down next to him.