Let's go home.

What kind of place is home to me?

When I was seven years old, I thought that the little bed in the orphanage was my home, and every night, my sister would coax me to sleep in my arms.

When I was twenty-one years old, I thought that the cottage in Xianghai Town was my home, because there was still Yu Xiaowan's lingering there.

I never thought it would be my home.

What's next?

Or, the last home.

"Hooligans, let's go home."

Diane said to me with tenderness in her eyes.

I looked at her gentle eyes, and my heart felt like a booster, and my big hands grabbed her by the waist, as if I had returned to the first time I met her, the rude princess hug.

"Ah~ Stinky rascal, Xuanxuan just left and you got sick, didn't you?"

She screamed, blamed me, and hurriedly pulled up the skirt of her lower body with her little hands, she was wearing a long skirt with a high slit, and she was picked up by me, and she would walk away if she was careless.

"Senior sister, my condition is getting worse and I urgently need to go home for treatment."

I was serious, picking up Dianne and trotting all the way.

"You just finished eating, slow down, and you're not in a hurry to be reincarnated."

Diane giggled in my arms, her little hands scratching my armpits very dishonestly, disrupting my pace.

Naughty with me again?

I reached out and pinched her, and it was soft to the touch, just through a long silk dress.

She felt my touch and gave me a disgruntled thump.

"Senior sister, I'm running down the street with a beautiful woman in my arms, but I don't look like I'm in a hurry to be reincarnated."

"What does that look like?"

"Hurry to the cave room!"

I smiled lewdly and quickened my pace.

"Ah~ Lin Xiaonuan! I'll beat you to death! ”

I hugged Diane, endured her thrashing all the way, and finally got home.

As soon as I entered the house, I hugged her and sat on the sofa, panting and puffing, when I went upstairs, I wanted to let her down, but she hugged my neck and played tricks, I had to toss me step by step to carry her upstairs, she was taking revenge on me for taking advantage of her just now.

Damn, that's the top floor, go up to the fifth floor in one breath, no effort?

Jumping to the fifth floor is not a struggle.

"Senior sister, you have been lying comfortably in my arms, why are you sweating?"

I wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue.

"I'm tired of healing you."

She glared at me.

Hehe, she beat me hard all the way.

"Don't you have to go back to your dorm at night?"

I gently put my arm around her waist, a little curious about Diane's active check-in.

"My roommates are all home, and I'm scared."

She sat on my lap, reached out and took off her high heels, and shook her pink little feet, people who have been practicing dance for a long time, their feet will bear a lot of force and become unbeautiful, but Diane kept her girlish pink, which made my mouth water.

She gently rubbed her ankles to relieve fatigue.

Sweating, the two of them emitted a lot of alcohol from their bodies, and they regained consciousness.

"I've been walking all afternoon, I'm tired."

I asked her tentatively.

"Yes, it's a gift and a dress, can you not get tired?"

She blurted out with a frown.

Sure enough, I guessed it, Diane said that she might not come in the evening, in fact, she wanted to surprise me, she had been carefully preparing for the evening meeting all afternoon, and even this dress had just been bought.

Diane's attention to me made me feel indescribably warm, and I took her little hand and asked happily, "Senior sister, what about my gift and my reward." ”

"Look at what makes you anxious, it's not that I won't give it to you."

She gave me a blank look and pulled out a dark box from her bag, and I opened the box, the gift was a bit unexpected.

An electric shaver, I know it's expensive just by looking at the logo.

I've always felt that razors are like men's panties, they are men's personal belongings, and that a girl giving a man such a gift is a hint of intimacy, an oath of possession, just like a man would give a woman a bra hairpin, indicating that he wants to be close to her at all times.

It takes courage to give such a gift.

But did Diane have any of this in mind?

The goddess's emotional experience is almost zero, can she understand some of the code words of gifts?

I can't explain that the goddess wants me to pay attention to personal hygiene.

"I... I saw that the razor in the bathroom was too old, so I gave you a new one. ”

She explained in a hesitant way.

Yes, my razor has been with me for almost three years, and every time I shave, the razor sounds like an old man lingering, and I won't live for a few days.

I tried to read Diane's mind through her eyes, but she turned her head and didn't dare to look at me.

She understands the meaning of the gift?

"What about the reward, isn't it a kiss?"

I admit that I have become more and more shameless in front of the goddess.

"You want to be beautiful!"

She nudged me and pulled out a pink silk nightdress from her bag.

"That's the reward?"

This nightdress is obviously not for me.

"In the future, this pajama will be placed with you, and I will keep it, and even if I don't wear it, you will have to wash it once a week."

She looked at the pink nightdress and was clearly pleased with the style.

It turned out that Diane had bought pajamas in the afternoon, and she did fulfill her previous agreement to leave a set of pajamas for me.

I excitedly wanted to ask the goddess when she planned to move in, but she took her pajamas and went to the bath barefoot.

Listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom, I fidgeted in the living room.

Living with Diane, she would have been very protective of me, and the last time we were lucky enough to sleep in the bedroom together, I had no distractions at the time.

But what about tonight?

I'm a scoundrel!

The goddess will sleep in my house tonight, and if I don't do anything, it will damage the work ethic!

After a while, Dianne wore a pink nightdress, misty and walked out, her long dark chestnut hair was dripping with water droplets, after removing her makeup, her face was flushed with ruddy and bursts of moisture, there was a fresh beauty, and a pair of smart big eyes were clear and moving, which made people look like water.

"In the future, buy a hair dryer at home, how can you sleep without drying your hair."

"Also, your shower gel is not suitable for girls, I'll buy a bottle and put it here in the future."

"I'm going to get up early tomorrow, and you get up and cook for me."

Dianne wiped her hair and laid out tasks for me like a hostess.

Beneath the pajamas, I saw her delicate curves, and her wonderful figure loomed in the face, making me want to wear it.

It also strengthened my resolve to act tonight.

"Senior sister, you can't sleep without dry hair, let's watch a movie together."

I have always been familiar with the routines of literary and artistic youth.

"Don't watch horror movies."

She remembered the last time she watched a Thai horror movie together, and her heart was palpitating.

Turning off the lights in the living room, the atmosphere of relaxation was very strong, the two of us sat on the sofa, and the TV played the classic movie I stored on the hard drive, the Korean movie "Frost Flower Shop".

This is a grand Korean costume court movie, and I was also impressed by the bizarre love triangle in the play.

And the heroine is also Jihyo, who is very familiar today. (If you've seen Running Man, you know her).

At the beginning of the movie, it was a tense court assassination, Dianne watched it very seriously, girls like to watch palace struggles, and as soon as the queen appeared, she excitedly pulled me and shouted, this is Ji Hyo.

I admire the wit, the movie is so special.

Diane was fascinated by it, and the plot was getting better, and I secretly leaned over to her.

In order to make the queen pregnant with the dragon seed, the emperor let the guard Hong Lin and the queen share the bed.

That's right, it's an art film, you know.

In the picture, a man and a woman are naked, making the atmosphere in the living room suddenly quiet, and only the two of them breathe quietly.

I observed Diane's expression, her face was ruddy, she bit her lip, her breathing gradually became messy, her two little hands grasped the corners of her clothes, and her long snow-white legs were tightly pressed together as if she were struggling.

The emotional voice on the TV made her tremble slightly, and her breathing became noticeably short, and I guessed that the goddess was watching this kind of movie for the first time.

I quietly sat behind her, reached out and gently put my arm around her shoulder, and the moment I touched her, her body seemed to have lost her strength, and she leaned limply on my arms without a trace of struggle.

I had no intention of appreciating the passion on TV, for I could clearly feel that Diane in my arms was burning hot, and the warmth burned the nameless flame in my heart through the thin pajamas.