A natural pair.

Song Cangran also stood on tiptoe and nodded on his lips.

"Actually, I don't believe in the oath," she looked up slightly into his eager eyes, "but if you don't leave, I won't give up." ”

Listening to her words, Huo Zizhao's thin lips raised a shallow arc, and the brilliance under his black eyes flowed, like stars scattered in the sky.

"Go to the room."

Suddenly, he let go of her and took her little hand again.

What are you doing in your room?

Listening to his ambiguous tone, Song Canran didn't want to go.

But she refused, a man dragged her, walked a few steps to the first room on the right, pushed the door and walked in.

The room is smaller than Song Canran imagined, almost simple to shabby, there is no extra furniture except for the necessary daily necessities, and the layout is cold and hard, if you don't say it, you won't think that this is the room of the prince of the Huo family, and think that it is a collective dormitory.

Song Canran was a little distressed, no matter how noble his background was, a child who did not have the love of his parents was so wronged.

"Actually, I don't spend much time here, so there's nothing to see."

When she looked at it, Huo Zizhao took her hand and walked to the side of the bed and pulled her to lie down.

“……”

She really didn't know what to say, wouldn't it be too direct?

If Grandpa Huo knew what they were doing here, she would definitely blame her for taking her grandson.

Before she finished her thoughts, her back was already stained with the bed board, and her brows couldn't help frowning.

"It's hard."

Compared to her Simmons soft bed, the bed board was indeed too hard, and she didn't get used to it all of a sudden.

"The older generation thinks it's good for the waist."

Huo Zizhao smiled, reached out to support her waist, and hugged her to himself, as her human cushion.

"And now?"

Of course, it's comfortable, not only is it moderately soft and hard, but it's also a warm card.

Song Cangran lay on top of him, his face resting on his strong chest, smelling his masculine breath, his body temperature was warm to her, and even his hair seemed to be warm.

"What kind of bed do you like? Chinese? Western-style? Trendy? Retro? Why don't we use water beds later? It's big and soft, and you can roll it as much as you want. ”

Get lost...... What the?

In this situation, Song Cangran can't help but associate with shame.

"Can you have something serious in your head?"

"I'm very serious, discussing our future home seriously," Huo Zizhao grabbed her and clapped his hands, his dark eyes smiling, "Or are you thinking evil yourself?" ”

“……”

"Let's go down."

She was about to get up, but Huo Zizhao held her.

"Stay like this, eat and then go down."

"Isn't that okay?"

"I just said yes." Huo Zizhao didn't want to let her go down to be wronged, so he buckled her waist strongly, and suddenly smiled: "Or we can also measure the size of the bed in advance." ”

"Don't!"

It would be bad if Old Man Huo found out something.

Huo Zizhao also understood, so he just teased her.

"I've heard that women want it when they say they don't want it."

As he spoke, his big palm wandered ambiguously along her waistline, which was originally a sensitive place, and Song Cangran was itched by him, smiling and dodging on him.

The temperature under the man's eyes is also quietly rising.

"Don't make a fuss," she pushed his hand, "Didn't you say you never had a girlfriend?" I don't believe women who know women so well, I'm going to check to see if you're lying. ”

As she spoke, she was holding on to the bed and trying to get up, but as soon as she raised her head, she was made by him and fell down again.

Huo Zizhao held her waist and brought her to his mouth.

"Fool, wouldn't it be better for you to feel it yourself?"