Song Zhinuan stared at the drawer for a few seconds before reclosing it as if nothing had happened.

Then he turned and left.

After locking the door, he walked straight to the brightly lit apartment in front of him.

She expertly pressed the code to open the door and enter.

I found that although the light in the living room was on, the figure was not in the living room.

The temperature of the fireplace came from a long distance, and suddenly the cold on the body faded, and the whole body was warm.

Song Zhinuan looked at the empty living room, and his eyes finally fell in the direction of the second floor.

Tilting her head and thinking for a moment, she took a step towards the second floor.

Walking to the door of the guest room, she stopped, as if remembering something, she pushed open the door of the guest room.

The bed was still unrepaired, and the foot of the bed was still broken.

She raised an eyebrow and closed the door to his door.

Although their relationship is now a very delicate "intimate" relationship, there should still be etiquette.

She knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside.

Song Zhinuan blinked suspiciously, could it be that the professor hadn't come back yet?

She could only gently push open the bedroom door, and the light inside was also on, but she didn't see the beauty when she visualized the room.

The corners of Song Zhinuan's mouth seemed to droop a little, like a puppy that suddenly wilted.

She suddenly had a hollow feeling that she didn't quite know what she was supposed to do.

Soon, though, she noticed a subtle sound.

Finally, my eyes were fixed on the direction of the bathroom.

The door was closed, but because it was frosted glass, you could still see that the lights were on inside.

Her big round eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran to the bathroom door with her little short legs, and went to open the door without thinking.

The moment the door opened, the warm water vapor suddenly hit the face, wafting a very good smell of faint fragrance, like a cold plum falling on the ice and snow, clear and clean.

She sniffed greedily, and just as she wanted to take a closer look inside, a slender and warm hand took hold of her small hand.

"Your hands are cold."

The man's clear and beautiful voice lingered in his ears, and it was so gentle that his scalp couldn't stop tingling.

Song Zhinuan saw his situation clearly, his black hair was slightly wet, and he was covered with a black silk nightgown.

The chest is slightly open, the collarbone is slender and sexy, and although it is a small piece of skin, it is as white as snow.

I can tell that I have just taken a shower.

Because my hair hadn't been blown dry, a little drop of water had slid down the pretty curvature of my cheeks, ...... Beauty out of the bath.

Song Zhinuan still swallowed his saliva without a hint.

She has always loved all things and people.

She admitted that she really couldn't resist Bai Chumo's face.

"The professor is so good-looking." Song Zhinuan looked up at him with a smile, not feeling shy at all.

It seems that since she was "honest with each other" with Bai Chumo, she didn't have so many scruples, so naturally she wouldn't continue to pretend so much.

Bai Chumo looked at her lightly, led her out of the bathroom directly, and took her to sit on the sofa on the side, then gently hooked his lips, "It's late, it's cold, take a hot bath and sleep." ”

He didn't even ask where she went, didn't ask what she did, and didn't even care that she came back so late?

Song Zhinuan stared at him for a moment, but there were no obvious emotional ups and downs on the face of the beauty in front of him, like a calm lake in August, quiet but slightly cool.

"Is the professor angry?" ”