After thinking about it, I still didn't untie the bath towel, so I squirmed back to the bedside.

Bow your head and don't dare to look at him.

What to do, she hasn't learned seductive skill points! is like an actor who didn't get the script but put on makeup and pushed it onto the stage in a daze, how to sing the next play, is not in a state at all.

Forget it, anyway, it turns out that no matter whether she is tempted or not, Leng Sicheng will still pounce on what she should have pounced on.

She was heartbroken, so she simply pulled the bath towel on her body, and sat on the edge of the bed with a tragic expression of "a strong man with a broken wrist".

As soon as he looked up, he saw that Leng Sicheng's hair was still a little damp, the tips of his hair were dripping with water, and he was only wearing a pair of shorts, not even pajamas. The thin quilt only covered his strong waistline, and he leaned on the bed like this, but he had already slept, frowning slightly, and his eyes were gray.

He's tired.

When he didn't have a good relationship with him before, Gu Qingqing only knew that he was very busy and very distracted. She couldn't tell how busy he was, but she knew that after a while, there was a scandal between him and a woman, which caused a storm in the city. At that time, she also secretly thought, Leng Sicheng's busyness wouldn't be pretended, right?

But now, seeing him leaning against the head of the bed, almost falling asleep with his head on the pillow, she was a little distressed again.

stepped forward and wanted to help him cover the blanket, but as soon as he pulled it, Leng Sicheng reacted, his eyebrows furrowed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was her, and then slowly closed it again.

"You haven't dried your hair yet, shall I wipe your hair first?"

Leng Sicheng didn't answer, and nodded for a long time.

Gu Qingqing got into bed, sat behind him, picked up his head, and reached out to pull up the quilt and cover him. Leng Sicheng didn't speak, but comfortably adjusted the posture of his head and let her help him dry the water droplets.

The man's hair was short, quickly dried, and fell refreshed into her arms. Gu Qingqing saw that he was frowning, as if he was a little restless at night, put the towel aside, thought about it, and gently pressed his temples.

The force is not light or heavy, and the careful grinding round by circle makes him very comfortable, even if Leng Sicheng is very sleepy, she presses it like this, and comfortably stretches his originally frowning brows, and even his tight body is slightly relaxed.

After a circle of presses, Leng Sicheng opened his eyes, perhaps because he had been closing his eyes just now, and then looked up at the crystal lamp on the ceiling, only to feel that the light was flickering and a little dazzling. Stretching out his head to look back, Gu Qingqing was holding his head and looking at him.

He reached out and tried to touch her cheek, but only touched her arm, and the strange gauze touch in his hand made him look sideways, and then he saw that she had actually changed into his favorite black butterfly-shaped erotic underwear.

"It's beautiful." His voice was languid, and there was no trace of affection in his eyes, but an expression of genuine appreciation.

She said "um", helped his head well, lay down beside him, turned off the light, Leng Sicheng hooked his hand and hugged her over, and his big hand kneaded her hand with a match, as if he felt that she was tired from massaging herself, and also helped her rub it.

After a long time, he asked in a dumb voice: "You have a good technique...... Who did you learn from? ”

"Daddy." Gu Qingqing replied in a low voice for a long time.

Leng Sicheng was stunned.