The man's hands are large and have distinct joints.

Ye Hehuan looked at the faint cyan, she lowered her head, touched her lips with a dragonfly like water, and then let go of his wrist, "Out-"

Before the word 'go' could be spoken, the slightly open lips had already been kissed.

Yu Zhongxiao kissed very lightly and very focusedly.

Ye Hehuan was only stunned for a moment, and then grabbed the T-shirt in front of him with both hands and responded to him.

The man's big hand was dry and strong, supporting the back of her head through the long silky hair, and the other big hand wrapped around her slender waist, and slowly descended, gently holding her round face.

If six years ago, Yu Zhongxiao was still worried that she was a child who had not grown up, then now, he really regarded her as a woman, a mature woman.

There is no need to restrain yourself in front of her, including the desires that weigh on your heart.

Ye Hehuan's slender fingers rubbed the back of the man's neck, and the fingertips slid over the roots of the hair, like a layer of barbs, contrasting with the softness between the lips and teeth.

The wet kiss moved from her mouth to her chin, and Ye Hehuan couldn't help but tremble.

Between the kisses, the white T on her body has been pushed under her armpits.

The man's big hand gently roamed her back, and the rough palm caressed against the smooth and delicate skin, and the friction brought by it made her heart palpitate.

Yu Zhongxiao's thin lips kissed her [Yuehun] part that fluctuated slightly with her breathing, and his big hand held up her plump through his apricot-colored underwear, and took her snow-white skin [Kouyun] to suck.

Ye Hehuan lowered her head, [Yuehun ] was kissed by him a little itchy, she leaned back, but she couldn't avoid the sultry feeling.

She suddenly wanted to laugh because of the itch.

In fact, Ye Hehuan also really laughed.

Yu Zhongxiao raised his head, hugged her big hand and didn't let go, his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and he seemed to be smiling, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he asked her, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Ye Hehuan shook his head, pursed his lips and continued to smile, taking the initiative to hug his tall body.

Then he said disgustedly in his arms: "The smell of sweat is so strong, it stinks to death." ”

Yu Zhongxiao hugged her tightly, and Ye Hehuan's body was so thin in the crook of his arm that it seemed to be unbearable.

His hard chin rested against the top of her head, and his voice was low and a little loose, very magnetic: "Now you know that you dislike it?" ”

"No," Ye Hehuan hugged him back, his lips pursed with tenderness: "I don't dislike it." ”

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When Yu Zhongxiao was taking a bath, Ye Hehuan began to clean up the bedroom.

Even if she verbally said that she was most annoyed by housework.

The sheets smelled of cold dust, Ye Hehuan took a new bed from the wardrobe and put it on, she found another unwanted piece of clothing as a rag, and wiped the bedside table and other furniture after being dipped in water.

Yu Zhongxiao came out of the bathroom and saw the busy figure in the living room.

Ye Hehuan was half-squatting, wiping the tea table with a rag, her hair was tied back with a rubber band, and a few strands of hair hung down disobediently on her sideburns.

She didn't wear makeup, and under the bright light, her whole white face seemed to be quenched with a shining luster.

Men are most charming when they are serious about their work.

Then the woman should be the one who attracts the most attention when doing housework quietly.

It's a charm that can't be expressed in words.

Ye Hehuan squatted so that her calves were sore, she stood up and wanted to move, but before she could stretch her arms, a pair of dark wheat-colored hands had already wrapped around her waist.

Yu Zhongxiao hugged her from behind.

Just after taking a shower, the man's body temperature was higher than usual, and there was a little dampness.

Ye Hehuan stuffed the rag into his hand, "Now it's your turn to wipe it, I'll take a bath, my clothes are sticky on my back!" ”

Yu Zhongxiao took the rag and let go of her: "Go." ”

"I'm exhausted......" Ye Hehuan muttered and complained.

Looking at her back stretching back to the room, Yu Zhongxiao unconsciously hooked up a chuckle, took over her work, and began to wipe the half of the dusty tea table.

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Ye Hehuan dried his hair and climbed on/bed, and Yu Zhongxiao was leaning back on the head of the bed to read.

The book was discovered while he was cleaning the tea table.

"What book do you read so seriously?" Ye Hehuan went to take the book in Yu Zhongxiao's hand as she spoke, looked at the cover, and she looked up again and asked, "The Book of Wishes of the Earth?" Do you read the Buddhist scriptures? ”

This Buddhist scripture, Ye Hehuan still remembers that it was given to him by a nun knocking on the door last time.

The paper of the book is of poor quality.

Ye Hehuan casually flipped through a few pages, and raised his eyes with interest, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" From this book? ”

Yu Zhongxiao pulled her arm and hugged the person into his arms, let her pill on his arm, rubbed the bridge of his straight nose against the root of her ear, and said with a faint smile: "You bought this book, don't you know it yourself?" ”

"How could I possibly read a book like this?"

"And what kind of books do you read?"

Ye Hehuan raised his head and looked at him mysteriously: "Want to know?" ”

Yu Zhongxiao looked at her expression and guessed in his heart that it would not be a world masterpiece, but he still followed her words and said, "Let's talk about it." ”

Ye Hehuan looked at his calm appearance, smiled evilly, and said implicitly in his mouth: "I like to read the Book of Poetry the most, such as ......" She paused deliberately for a few seconds, touched the edge of his underwear with one hand, and probed in