When Forsythia woke up, his vision was first a jingling white, and it was a crystal lamp overhead, shining and shaking.

Where is this?

moved the sour body, the dark pattern wallpaper, and the white silk quilt.

Hotel?

She sat up in fright, the quilt slid down, half of her body exposed, and she was wearing the usual pajamas of the hotel.

"Awake?" Feng Lixing heard the movement and walked out of the bathroom, he also changed into the hotel's pajamas, navy blue silk material, the front placket was half open, the lean chest line was looming, the hair was dripping wet, and the longest one just hung down and hung on the center of the eyebrows.

Demon, or a male demon who has just come out of the bath and exudes a charming atmosphere.

Forsythia didn't dare to look at it, so she pulled up the quilt and wrapped it around her shoulder.

“… Did you help me change my clothes? She asked.

"Or else? Sleeping with you wrapped in wet clothes? The demon disagreed.

Forsythia couldn't refute it, and secretly rubbed her knees on her chest... As a result, no?

There's nothing in TM!!

"I'm that... You also changed it? ”

"What that? Which one? Feng Lixing took it very naturally, and asked while wiping his hair with a bath towel.

Forsythia bit her lip: "It's... Corset! ”

"Uh-huh, it's all wet, I'll take it off for you casually!" This tone is as if it were an old husband and wife.

Forsythia smashed a pillow over, but this time he caught it.

"What a temper, how do you always like to smash things!" He pointed to the blood marks on his eyebrow bones that she had just smashed out with a bag, and ouch, they were all broken.

Forsythia doesn't care.

"Do you know how to respect people? How can it be casual..."

"What's wrong? Besides, wasn't it casual when you asked me in bed last night if I liked to turn the lights on or off? He was still not salty, and after saying that, he began to wipe his hair again.

Forsythia's lower lip was about to be bitten by himself, and another pillow flew over again, this time Feng Lixing didn't answer, but his body deviated flexibly, and the pillow arced in front of him and fell directly onto the carpet.

He didn't see it at all, pulled his hair a few more times with a bath towel, and suddenly got on the bed on his knees, pressing in front of Forsythia little by little.

Forsythia didn't know what he was going to do, so he didn't dare to move, and stared dryly.

Feng Lixing suddenly felt that he was a little fascinated by her little expression, like a sika deer with a stalk on her neck, her burning eyes were full of horror, but she was still unconvinced.

"Actually, it's not casual, I'm serious, 88B, hemispherical, halogen pink, although it's not very big, but it feels good, it's strong, and it's elastic!" He finished with a smile.

Forsythia was stunned for a few seconds, and when he came to his senses, he was so angry that he reached out and touched his back again, but he didn't touch anything, so he could only pick up his empty fist and pick it up directly.

But Feng Lixing pinched her wrist and pressed her hand to the bed with a bunch of force.

"Fight again? I'm going to chop your claws again."

A bad posture of a big bad wolf bullying a little wild cat, but he still had to laugh and say, laughing so bewitchingly that Forsythia felt that he was about to sink in.

"Let go!" She earned it.

He squeezed it tighter, his face closing in little by little.

"What are you doing?"

What's the problem! What do you think he wants to do? The beauty is in his arms, the loose nightgown on his body is not used at all, his arms are stretched out against the bed, the neckline of the pajamas is almost half open, so hooking the chest line...

He glanced at it with his eyes: "I've lost weight over the years, why hasn't my size become smaller?" ”