She closed her eyes and asked the saint to rinse her hair, could he be too fast to undress?

"Just now."

Canonization replied with a nonsense.

I don't feel like I've answered the nonsense of the canonization at all, a pair of dark and deep eyes like an ancient well, so deep that people can't get to the end.

With his wet hands, he picked up Luo Yangyang's plain little face that was still stained with water droplets.

Looking at her more and more delicate pink mouth under the warm water, the canonization was like a demon, staring at her stupidly.

"Y-What do you want to do?"

The gaze of the saint was too hot, and as soon as Luo Yangyang raised his eyes and crashed into his field of vision, he was immediately attracted by his deep eyes that seemed to have all kinds of attraction, and he couldn't pull away.

The eyes that were as black as ink were like a huge whirlpool.

Luo Yangyang looked at him with his hair slightly wet, his heartbeat was beating at an accelerated pace, and it was difficult to leave his gaze for a minute.

"I want to kiss you."

The saint's gaze locked on Luo Yangyang like a torch, and his mellow voice was low and deep, which was so good that Luo Yangyang was obsessed with it.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, and the two stared at each other with deep eyes.

Luo Yangyang stood under the shower, the water still washing on the back of her head, and then all the way to her graceful back.

Feng Sheng looked at the delicate girl who was held in the palm of his hand, thinking of the suffering she had suffered in the past few days, his heart was suffocated, and he lowered his head and grabbed her pink cherry lips.

Originally, when the canonization first said that he wanted to come in and help her take a bath, Luo Yangyang resolutely refused.

But now, as soon as the canonization kissed down, Luo Yangyang's hands hugged him uncontrollably, wrapped his arms around his neck, and responded to him hotly and sultryly.

Kissing and kissing, the passion was hot, and Luo Yangyang was pressed against the wall.

The smooth tiles clinged to the back, and the cold touch stimulated Luo Yangyang's fiery delicate body.

Suffering physically and mentally, she immediately groaned: "Hmm......"

"Baby, I miss you!"

Luo Yangyang's coquettish moans were like pouring a plate of water on hot oil, and the saint whispered and kissed her pink lips again.

"Ah......h

The moment the thin white and tender left leg was suddenly lifted, Luo Yangyang groaned unbearably.