Yan Cuo nestled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat pounding, and only felt relieved.

After a while, he suddenly sat up, and then began to put on his shoes, Yan Cuo looked at his movements a little strangely, "Aren't you sleeping?" ”

"Go home and sleep, it's not comfortable here." He replied in a low voice, unaware of him, and got up and put on his shoes, and followed him out.

Because he had just woken up, his eyes were a little red, and when he looked at her, he was lingering and affectionate, and he followed him closely, thinking that he would go to the previous hut.

But Yu Muyang drove in the opposite direction, Yan Cuo had some doubts, and couldn't help asking: "It's not in this direction, are you asleep and wrong direction." ”

He glanced at her, his eyes were still a little restrained, and he saw some different emotions in his eyes, but soon, he turned his head and drove intently.

"Don't worry, make no mistake, it's our new home that will take you." There was some joy in his voice, thinking that she must have been ecstatic by then.

"What does your new home look like, and where is it?" Yancuo couldn't help but be curious, and couldn't help asking.

"You'll know when you get there, you'll love it." He smiled, leaving a little mysterious.

Yan Cuo's heart was full of anticipation, and then he saw the car slowly driving into the residential area, Yan Cuo looked around, all of them were single-family villas, and they looked expensive.

Until Yu Muyang's car stopped in front of a house, Yan Cuo glanced inside, this place is so big, and the decoration is also very good, just one glance, you know that this place and the previous hut are one heaven and one earth.

Yu Muyang led her in, walked through the small courtyard, and came to the hall.

It's really big here, but because there are few things, looking empty, Yan Cuo looked around, and already thought about where to put something.

Since this is their home, she must decorate it well, so that she can have the breath of life and the appearance of home.

Yu Muyang looked at her happy appearance, only to feel that the tiredness of her body was swept away, and after closing the door, he led her up to the second floor.

Yan Cuo went up to the second floor, looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window, ran over excitedly, looked at the lights of thousands of homes outside the window, and only felt that his heart belonged.

The house is simple and decorated, the most is black and white, and after making up your mind, you want to add some small things to look warmer.

She opened the door to the room, but was surprised to find that except for the master bedroom, everything else was empty, with no sheets, not even a quilt.

She turned to look at Yu Muyang, "Just one room is cleaned up, how can we sleep?" ”

Just when Yan Cuo thought he would say that he slept on the sofa, he clearly heard his answer, "Let's sleep together." ”

Yan Cuo was stunned for a moment, and his whole head became empty, and his words kept echoing in his mind.

Sleep together, together?

Yan Cuo grabbed the corner of his clothes, looked at him a little nervously, and the deer in his heart collided.

Promise him, promise?

Yu Muyang looked at her a little nervously, looking at her little hands clenched tightly, he only felt that he was still a little abrupt.

"Okay, if it doesn't work, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Okay." After finishing his words quickly, he realized that he seemed to have answered a little too quickly, and subconsciously bit his lip and didn't dare to look at him.

He was a little shocked by her words, and he didn't react for a long time, and stood in place for a long time before he looked at her with some joy, "Really? ”

Yan Cuo only felt that his face was hot, nodded his head indiscriminately, and bypassed him into the room.

The room is large and the view is very wide, which is what Yancuo likes.

But she didn't have the heart to observe these now, her heart was now nervous, she took a deep breath, went to the bathroom, and washed herself.

There's nothing to be afraid of, I thought about it before I came, and now it's just a matter of putting it into practice.

When she came out after washing, Yu Muyang was already sitting on the bed refreshingly, he was wearing a white T-shirt, his hair was still a little wet, Yancuo sighed lightly, walked over and took a towel to wipe his hair.

"If you don't dry your hair, you will have a headache when you sleep." She patiently wiped him until his hair slowly became dry.

Yan Cuo lay down on the bed a little nervously, close to him, she could hear his heart beating fast at the moment, she put her hands on her chest, and then quickly lay down, covering her head with the quilt.

When Yu Muyang saw her like this, he knew that she was shy, and he was not annoyed, and said softly, "Yanyan, don't stuff yourself in the quilt, wait until you are out of breath." ”

The words were sullen in the quilt, but he refused to stick out his head.

He was helpless, and reached out to lift her quilt, and saw the girl blushing and looking at him coquettishly.

He only felt that he could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart, and he slowly kissed her lips, carefully outlining the shape of her lips, gentle and unspeakable.

Yan Cuo was completely immersed in his tenderness, his eyes slightly closed, and he slowly responded to him.

I don't know how long I kissed, until Yan Cuo's eyes became a little blurred, and then I felt his palm slowly approaching her waist, his palm was hot, Yan Cuo was a little itchy, and trembled.

As if encouraged, he kissed her lips harder, and his hand slowly moved up.

Yan Qi's body trembled violently, but he had some expectations, so he let him move.

Until his breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes became red, he buried himself in her chest and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay, Yanyan?" ”

Yan Cuo clenched the quilt tightly, nodded, and then felt him start to move on himself.

It hurts, Yan Cuo only felt that the pain was not like words, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, his hands grabbed his back tightly, and his fingers unconsciously scratched a few marks on his back.

I don't know how long it took for him to slowly stop, caressing her face gently, and looking pity.

"Does it hurt?"

Yan Cuo nodded, his eyes were dyed with some crystalline at some point, and he looked pitiful.

He kissed the corners of her eyes tenderly, watched her eyelashes flutter up and down, looked at her pink cheeks, and just wanted to take her into his arms again.

"Are you tired, I'll clean it up for you, okay?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and Yan Cuo couldn't help but want to bury himself in the quilt when he thought about what he had just done on him.

"No, no, I'll just go myself." She grabbed her clothes and ran towards the bathroom, Yu Muyang looked at her figure from behind, her eyes were full of pampering and distress.

still hurt her, blame yourself for being too unrestrained, and you must be more gentle in the future.

It's just that when I think of her appearance just now, I can't help but dye my eyes a little red.

His girl is really wonderful.