……

The soft leather sofa has been scratched out of ambiguous traces, and the black sofa and slender white fingers reveal a bit of indescribable disobedience.

Bo Huan only felt that he was soaking wet, as if he had fallen into the sea.

When she finally got a respite, she heard his voice ringing in her ears: "...... Huan, can you ......? ”

Yes.

Bo Huan's head was blank, her eyelashes became moist, and she gasped slightly: "What, what can ......?" ”

How he wanted.

To be precise, he still thought, how.

Although she wanted to have some intimate relationship with him because of jealousy, but more specifically, she had no experience and didn't understand.

Arthur, on the other hand, kissed her eyebrows, lips, and neck, and whispered in a low voice: "...... You know......"

Bo Huan's head was hot.

She didn't know, she really didn't.

However, even if she didn't know, his hand was slowly pulled by him.

Down.

“……”

Bo Huan closed his eyes, his breathing was scrambled and burning.

Caught in a place that I have never experienced in my own consciousness.

Youthful, clumsy.

On the retro walls outside the living room, green vines and red roses are climbing, and the rain falls down, making it bloom more delicately and bloom to the fullest.

Outside, because of the rain, the breath was cool, and the ground was filled with a cool smell.

And in the house, there is a beautiful and scorching atmosphere.

It was hot, so that the girl on the sofa, the soft black short hair was wet, sticking to the white and reddened cheeks, revealing a little indescribable charm on her beautiful face.

……

Although Bo Huan knew that her other personality had done this kind of thing for him, her own subjective consciousness was the first real experience, and the whole person was like a fire, and the cells in her body were about to explode.

She felt bold and ashamed.

But when she saw Arthur's reddened ears and his unbearable and sexy gasps, she inexplicably felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

It was as if she really got him.

Bo Huan didn't know when it was over, but there was a faint musky smell in the air, Bo Huan knew what it was, after he was finished, the unclothed Bo Huan ripped off a blanket on the sofa and wrapped it around him, struggled to leave under him, got up and walked to the window.

The rain outside has dropped out at some point.

After Bo Huan wiped it, her hand was slightly red and a little itchy, she glanced at it and looked away, and her hand fell on the window and opened.

The window was supported by a strap, and when it was opened, a cool air after the rain swept in.

Washed away some of the scorching smell of the house, and the faint smell of musk.

Bo Huansheng is tall, and although the windows are high, this height is just right, allowing her to see everything outside.

Outside, there was a car passing by, passing by the retro building, and seeing the green vines, the red roses, and the pretty short-haired girl who appeared there wrapped in a blanket when the window was opened.

The rain was pouring in.

It makes passers-by glance in a hurry, and they don't feel surprised.

Bo Huan looked at everything outside, looked at the towering buildings, and only felt that she was still so small in this world, and after experiencing what had just happened, she suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

And at this time.

Suddenly, something came from behind him.

Bo Huan subconsciously tilted his head, and at the same time, a hand had fallen on his shoulder.