"Bang-" As the sound of the door shutting fell, the bathroom fell silent for a moment.

All of Yan Ling's voices were blocked.

She could only widen her eyes and look at the man who was holding her hands up and down.

In the end, he was carried out of the bathroom with only a bath towel around him.

As soon as she touched the side of the bed, she was anxious to get into the quilt, but Yi Haiyin's hand was tightly clasped on her shoulder.

"Ling'er......" His cold voice became hoarse, like a breeze blowing in his ears, with a sense of restraint.

Yan Ling's body froze in an instant, as if he was nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Looking at him blankly, he stepped aside, took her suitcase, opened it, took out a long white dress from it, looked up and asked her.

"Wear this?"

As soon as the words fell, she didn't have time to say anything, he had already closed her suitcase.

Carrying her underwear and the skirt, he walked towards her.

didn't give her a chance to refuse, so he ripped off the bath towel on her body and dressed her seriously.

Obviously, they didn't give birth to anything, but he took care of her, but it seemed like he had become an old husband and wife a long time ago......

This kind of skillful action made Yan Ling not even have time to refuse, and even forgot that he was played a hooligan, so he sat obediently and asked him to dress for himself.

As soon as she put on her skirt, Yi Haiyin's movements stopped, her cold gaze fell on her charming collarbone, and her sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, not moving away for a long time.

The temperature in the room is rising little by little.

Sensing that something was wrong, Yan Ling finally came back to his senses, covered his chest, turned around and got into the bed.

wrapped himself in a quilt, and his whole face turned red in an instant, like a boiled shrimp, curled up in a ball.

The room was quiet for a long time, as if everyone was asleep.

But Yan Ling just knew that Yi Haiyin must still be standing there, and she could even feel that a burning gaze was staring at her from behind.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Ling's body suddenly became lighter, and his thin body was hugged into his arms with the quilt.

"Yi Haiyin ......"

"Your head is wet...... To blow dry. After Yi Haiyin finished speaking, Yan Ling noticed that he didn't know when there was an extra hair dryer in his hand, and the power supply had been connected.

The whining of the hair dryer rang in my ears and drowned out all sounds.

Yan Ling's jet-black length, in his white and slender fingers, reflects the sense of conflict between black and white.

He rubbed her head, comfortably drowsy.

Yan Ling couldn't resist at all, and before he could dry his head, his little head was planted in his arms.

He pouted and fell asleep in his arms.

When Yi Haiyin turned off the hair dryer, she lowered her eyes and saw her quiet sleeping face, like a baby, clean and pure...... With a strong sense of trust.

His fingers gently held her head and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The kiss that stopped was slight, and as soon as it touched her, it became uncontrollable.

"Hmm!" Yan Ling frowned, as if he was disturbed, and was about to open his eyes in a daze, but his thin body was turned over and pressed onto the bed by Yi Haiyin, imprisoned in his arms.

The new relationships he is talking about are just beginning.

Her skirt was put on by him, and he took it off without any effort.