Fu Bolin took Ji Xinglian and walked towards a special passage, the warm yellow light sprinkled on his body, there was an ambiguous atmosphere fermenting and spreading, Fu Bolin couldn't help but look back at Ji Xinglian.

She was lowering her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking, her white and tender face was covered with a warm yellow halo, like a veil of mystery, and the whole person seemed a little gentle.

Looking down, he saw that there were traces of red wine on her chest and even on the hem of her skirt, and a dark light crossed his eyes, and he suddenly stopped.

Ji Xinglian also stopped, his face was obscure, half of it was in the shadows, and he looked even more cold and handsome. He didn't look at her, took off his suit abruptly, and put it on for Ji Xinglian in the next second.

The man's unique fragrance surrounds her, not strong or light, giving people a full sense of security. Ji Xinglian said in a low voice: "Thank you." ”

Fu Bolin hummed lightly, turned around and walked forward. Ji Xinglian looked at his back for a while, the lines on his back were very good-looking, full of masculinity.

Glancing at the suit on his body, Ji Xinglian licked his lips and followed with a chuckle.

After seven bends and eight turns, this passage finally came to an end, and as soon as you went out, you will see a splendid hotel, which is very familiar.

Fu Bolin went to the front desk to get a room card, and then led Ji Xinglian to take the elevator.

When the two of them were waiting for the elevator, Ji Xing gathered his suit and said casually: "This hotel seems to be very familiar." ”

Fu Bolin could clearly see her playful expression from the mirror, he looked at her in the mirror calmly, did not answer, but his fingers curled up.

Ji Xinglian chuckled again, as if a string of pearls was sprinkled into the plate, crisp and pleasant: "Mr. Fu......"

She wanted to stop talking, delicate and soft, Fu Bolin was looking forward to her next words, but she closed her mouth again and didn't say more. It seems that the delicate Mr. Fu just now is just his illusion, but Fu Berlin knows that this little fox is hanging his appetite.

Can this hotel not be familiar? Scold.

With a "ding", the elevator reached the first floor, which was empty. Ladies are given priority, and Ji Xinglian enters the elevator first.

Fu Bolin also waited on the side of the gentleman, and only after she had entered did he step forward and stand beside her.

Ji Xinglian closed the elevator, her fingers were still on the buttons, her fingertips were white with a touch of pale pink, and the red nail polish was delicate.

She tilted her head to look at him: "How many floors?" ”

Fu Bolin's gaze stayed on the buttons, and replied lightly: "8." ”

Ji Xinglian raised his hand and was about to press it, and at this time, Fu Bolin also stretched out his hand to press it, and the fingertips of the two people touched together.

The moment of contact, it seemed that a warm current flowed into the limbs, and there was a feeling of electric shock, Fu Bolin paused for a moment and withdrew his hand. Leaving no trace, he glanced at Ji Xinglian, his gaze was meaningful.

Ji Xinglian pressed "8" unhurriedly, and the two fell silent again. As if the touch was just a trivial misunderstanding, it was not worth mentioning at all.

I don't know what I thought, Ji Xinglian glanced at him, Fu Bolin looked back at her, she smiled back and turned her head.

The fabric of the skirt is very light, and although the wine spilled on the skirt has dried, it has long been stuck to the skin, and it is very uncomfortable.

"Ding Dong, Opinion +2, now Opinion is 45."

Ji Xinglian was a little curious: "001, why did it reach 45 all of a sudden?" ”