The bedside lamp in the house was turned on, and the faint light made the room a little warmer.

Yan Yijun saw the prominent figure on the bed, covered with an air-conditioned quilt, revealing his fair calves, he slowly approached, covered the quilt, and saw the quiet and calm face, he couldn't help but reach out and caress it.

Before he could get closer, the person on the bed opened his eyes, quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed Yan Yijun's hand, gave him a reversal, and pressed him to the side of the bed.

Zhou Qiyin saw his face clearly, and his tone was mocking and ridiculous.

"I thought it was a daring flower thief, yo, Jun Shao, what are you doing?"

"Do. Love. Things to do. Yan Yijun easily broke free of her hand, and pulled her slender jade hand, which was smooth and tender, which made people love it.

"Hooligans." Zhou Qiyin glared angrily, Yan Yijun's clothes were already soaked, and his hands were no better, cold.

"Since you call me a rogue, I'm really going to do something a hooligan should do." Yan Yijun's eyes were scorching, like starlight, and they were very dazzling even in the dark night.

Yan Yijun didn't wait for the little villain to react, so he pressed her on the bed and kissed her, with a wild temptation, soft and sweet, exuding a fatal temptation.

Behind Zhou Qiyin was a soft bed, and in front of her was a wet Yan Yijun, who was so overwhelmed that she was almost out of breath, and there was a strange feeling on her body, crispy and numb, and her mind was blank.

It's like stepping on clouds, fluttering unreal.

Zhou Qiyin reacted, made a sound, his hands were imprisoned by him, stretched out, and before he could kick him, he was caught between his legs and couldn't move.

Just when Zhou Qiyin felt about to suffocate, Yan Yijun finally let go of her.

Zhou Qiyin gasped deeply, and after calming down his heartbeat, he immediately slapped him.

Before it was thrown into Yan Yijun's face, he was stopped.

"Shhh, don't make a sound, if you want the housekeeper to come over, then I don't care, everyone will know the relationship between you and me when the time comes......" Yan Yijun glanced at the little villain meaningfully, he didn't mind everyone knowing.

"Why don't you hurry up and get out of here!" Zhou Qiyin was angry, how could there be such a scoundrel, and she got her pajamas wet.

Sure enough, he answered his words and got her wet.

"I can't roll, I'm wet in the rain for hours, and my clothes haven't dried, and when I catch a cold, it's not good." Yan Yijun got up and saw the little villain's messy pajamas, and instantly felt a sense of hope, and unfortunately immediately sneezed. "Don't think I'm going to feel sorry for you." Zhou Qiyin rolled up the quilt defensively, wrapped himself like a zongzi, don't look over, and ignored Yan Yijun.

"If I catch a cold, my brain is foggy, and I accidentally say something that shouldn't be said......" Yan Yijun touched his nose, looked at the little villain with a sly look in his eyes, and picked up Huang Ruolan's matter and began to talk about it.

"Stop, what do you want?" Zhou Qiyin frowned, interrupted him impatiently, turned around, and glared at him angrily.

"You must have let me bathe first, didn't you say to lend me the shower gel." Yan Yijun said naturally.

"There are no men's clothes here." Zhou Qiyin's tone was full of rejection.

"Then there's always a bathrobe." Yan Yijun asked, and took off his shirt to reveal his perfect abdominal muscles, and the walking hanger was simply dressed to look thin and undressed.

Zhou Qiyin was dumbfounded, turned his head sideways, didn't dare to look at him, and reluctantly let him take a bath here, "Give me ten minutes to come out." ”