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Chi Ying's face flushed slightly for a moment, and his little hand pushed him. "It's all soaking wet like this, go wash it. Beware of colds! "There is a bathroom in the generous master bedroom and one outside the living room.

The master bedroom of the galloping shadow.

Ji Muyi stood at the door of the room and heard the sound of running water, and his lower abdomen became hot for no reason. Lowering his eyes and glancing at the palm of his hand, where he had hugged Chi Ying's slender waist just a few minutes ago, the soaked coat and coat had long been taken off by her, and the beauty that had been inadvertently explored through a layer of fabric was like an addictive poison, and she could never quit again.

Kiki took a deep breath and turned to walk out.

Tied around the waist, the bathrobe wrapped around the woman's bumpy body, with an open collar that slits all the way above the upper ravine.

Straight, slender, slender legs showing a small section on the outside.

The water droplets that had not yet dispersed hung on his eyelashes, and Chi Ying leaned over slightly to the water platform to wipe the water droplets on his face. Put down the hair that is tied up, and the semi-dry wet hair is soft and perpendicular to the back.

Pushing open the door and walking out, he tilted his head and wiped his wet hair.

As soon as Ji Mu opened the door, she just looked up, and the eyes of the two met and intertwined in the air.

The hot gaze hides a trace of imperceptible lust.

Looking at it again, the bathrobes worn by the two people are still black and white.

Is this a mistake?

"Washed?"

Kiki nodded.

When it was my turn to blow my hair, there was a little embarrassment.

There was only one hair dryer in the huge suite.

"Kid, your hotel hasn't kept up! You need at least two hair dryers in your suite! They all washed their hair, and Chi Ying pressed the button and blew on his hair twice to see if the temperature was moderate.

Pulled Kikiichi, who was standing opposite.

"Sit down, I'll blow your hair."

Ji Muyi was thinking about things just now, listening to her, his eyes fell on her hand holding a hair dryer. Instead of sitting down, he walked around behind Chi Ying. Approaching her from the back, his hand already caught Chi Ying's hand as he spoke.

Shocked and relieved.

The hair dryer was clenched by Ji Muyi.

With a little more gravity on his shoulders, Chi Ying sat on the sofa.

Be treated gently by him.

The long supple hair shuttled back and forth between Kiki's fingers, and no one spoke except for the sound of the wind.

When he was almost half-dry, Chi Ying shouted to stop. "Okay, let him do it himself."

She got up and patted the spot she had only sat in.

Ji Muyi's short hair is very good to blow, Chi Ying stands in front of him, and his fingertips will touch his scalp from time to time when he strokes his hair.

Whenever this happens, Ji Muyi will raise his head and take advantage of the situation to look at her.

Every time I look at it, the affection in my eyes deepens, and then it has gradually evolved into another emotion that I have always wanted to possess strongly.

There is a faint aromatic fragrance at the tip of the nose, which is light and smells good and not greasy.

It's the same smell as him.

Chi Ying was about to put away the hair dryer when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by the person in front of him.

"How?" She looked down at him.

But seeing the young man with a clear expression before, he didn't know when he looked at her, and his eyes had quietly changed.

The fair-skinned slender knuckled hand hooked the belt of Chi Ying's bathrobe, and gently moved forward, and the distance between the two was a little closer.

Chi Ying's legs are a little weak.

The palm seemed to be attached to the top of his fluffy hair.

"Kikiichi."

The half-tender whisper is even more torture for the young man with strong blood.

Ji Mu used a little force in one hand, and Chi Ying sat directly on his lap.

In the next second, he hugged her tightly.

His head was buried deep in her neck, rubbing back and forth several times, suppressing his mouth.

"Sister, I want to be your man."