The bottle of shower gel in her hand had obviously run out, but she still squeezed it desperately, and finally saw that she couldn't squeeze out something for a long time, so she said that the shower gel bottle was thrown aside, and then she stretched out her hand and took one from the unopened bottles and cans on the shelf. XsHuoTXt

She squeezed most of the bottle at Yuhua, and then rubbed it her body.

Because she has been soaking in the water for too long, her skin has been a little wrinkled, I don't know how long she has been tossing her skin like this with a bath flower, and some places have been rubbed out by her thin blood.

Because of the proximity, Su Zhinian clearly saw a touch of disgust between Song Qingchun's eyebrows.

That kind of disgust, others may not understand, but he understands.

She's disgusted that she's dirty.

Because when he was young, he was pressed under him by a middle-aged woman, like tonight, and kissed and touched him indiscriminately...... At that time, like her now, he wiped his skin desperately, rubbing until it was red, rubbing until it bled out, and he still felt that he was very dirty.

Su Zhinian lowered her eyes, pursed the corners of her lips hard, and then stepped forward and snatched the bath flower from her hand.

As if frightened, she suddenly raised her head and shouted in a somewhat sharp voice: "Give it back to me!" ”

With that, she got up from the bathtub, stretched out her arms, and came to grab him.

Su Zhinian was afraid that she would fall, grabbed her arm, and then threw the bath flower aside, she opened her teeth and claws and wanted to get the bath flower, Su Zhinian simply pulled her directly into her arms, controlled her struggling body, and whispered: "Okay, let's not wash." ”

She muttered "No...... Dirty ......", as he struggled in his arms.

Her blouse had been torn and fell off her body as she soaked in the bathtub, and the skirt underneath was wet and sticking to her body, and within a few moments of moving around in his arms, her shirt and suit pants were all soaked.

Su Zhinian let her struggle, hugged her, and never let go.

She couldn't break free from his grip, and the tears flowed again, and the force of her hand pushing against him became smaller and smaller as she cried.

Su Zhinian didn't speak, hugged her arm and slightly retracted his strength, and hugged her tighter.

His silent action made her give up the struggle at once, and she seemed to have found a support, nestled in his arms, as if she had been greatly wronged, and cried out loud.

He stood quietly in front of the bathtub, hugging her and accompanying her.

Her cry was like a knife, cutting a bloody cut in his chest.

She cried, he was really heartbroken, but he knew that if he didn't let her vent like this, she would be sad, so he let her vent.

She cried wantonly on his chest for a long time, crying until her voice was hoarse, and then Su Zhinian raised her hand, gently patted her back, and coaxed her.

Although he didn't say a word, the rhythmic tap made her cry gradually stop.

Su Zhinian felt that the emotions in her heart had returned to calm through the embrace of the two people, so she slowly pulled her out of her embrace, picked up her red and swollen little face, and rubbed away the tears on her face little by little with her thumb.