861 Who Molest Whom?

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"Huh, you're shy?" Looking at her cheeks that were crimson with shame and some trance in her eyes, Zhuang Yue was proud in her heart.

It seems that in addition to this face, his figure is still very attractive, otherwise, how could the girl be shy after just looking at it?

Thinking about it this way, Zhuang Yue decided that he must not slack off in the future, no matter how busy and tired he is, he must insist on exercising every day.

At least eight-pack abs, which must be maintained.

After secretly making up his mind, Zhuang Yue raised his slender eyebrows, with a strong sense of ridicule in his eyes: "If you want to watch it every day in the future, you should get used to it first." ”

Looking at the man who was smiling like a fox, Yun Qing couldn't wait to kick someone into the bathroom.

directly stretched out his hand and pushed the person forward, and said unceremoniously angrily: "Don't be verbose, hurry in." ”

If she shows off her meat here, she won't be fooled.

Although the stiff binding has a chest, it does feel very textured to the touch, and the smooth rice-shaped abdomen that I accidentally aimed at is also exuding an invisible temptation, wanting people to reach out and poke it.

But she is not a pervert, and she will never be tempted by beauty.

Looking down at the person who looked down at the people who were red at the tips of his ears, didn't dare to look at himself, and only cared about pushing himself back, the curvature of Zhuang Yue's mouth rose higher and higher: "Okay, come out again after washing it fragrantly." ”

The smile that couldn't be hidden, from the trembling chest, directly to the palm, Yun Qing as if he had been scalded by boiling water, 'boom' withdrew his hand.

As if to escape, he didn't raise his head, turned around and walked to the wardrobe by the wall: "I'll help you get your clothes." ”

Afraid that he would be too amused, this time Zhuang Yue honestly entered the bathroom.

Yun Qing put the change of clothes on the shelf by the door, sat on the bamboo chair on the balcony and began to read, and after a while, the flush on his cheeks completely faded.

It's just that the mind is obviously not in the book.

I haven't turned a page for a long time, and my ears instinctively collect the sound of running water coming from the direction of the bathroom.

Somehow, there were blushing scenes in my head, until I heard the bathroom door 'click' open, and then I shuddered and came to my senses.

"What do you think, your face is so red." A man in a white short-sleeved mid-pants pajamas strode out onto the balcony while wiping his hair with a towel.

Yun Qing quickly glanced up at him, and looked at the book on his lap again with some weakness: "What is red or not, I am sunning." ”

It was now one o'clock at noon, and the sun was blazing outside, and the balcony of her room was instinctively sunny, although it was not basking in the sun, but it was also half sunburning.

And it's July now, the sun is quite strong, what's wrong with blushing a little? That's normal, right?

"Really?"

Zhuang Yue looked at the little girl with a hard beak of the dead duck, approached from behind, bent down and blew in her ear, only then did her eyes be deep, and she whispered meaningfully and temptingly: "You really didn't think about anything in your head just now?" ”

"Thought." Yun Qing's heart was beating like a drum, but he calmly turned his head sideways, avoided his mouth, and pushed the person away with his hand.

"Thought?" Zhuang Yue didn't expect her to admit it directly, and was a little stunned for a while.

Yun Qing's long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, he glanced at him, and pointed to the page on his lap with a calm expression: "I was thinking that there is a problem with this treatment, and there are too many shortcomings. ”

"Oh? Is it? It was normal to refuse her, but the tips of her ears that were getting redder still revealed her nervousness at this time.

Zhuang Yue hooked his thin lips slightly, his black eyes were a little unfathomable, and his voice was low, as if with a hook, sweeping the tip of his heart.