Seeing this, Jiang Yu blinked her eyes.

Because of washing her hair, when she had been washing it for so long, she had already forgotten that she hadn't washed it yet, and then she came out directly.

…… Song Yu shouldn't be helping her wash it, right?

Jiang Yu blinked her eyes, she wasn't embarrassed, she was just ......

I saw Song Yu walking to the balcony with the small piece of white fabric as usual, reaching out for a hanger, and spreading the small fabric, with a circle of white lace on it.

This is 31W*xW*.cOM Zhang. Song Yu was like this, and hung the washed underwear on the clothesline with a calm expression.

Jiang Fei: "......"

The tall boy in a white baggy T-shirt and gray trousers stood lazily on the balcony, in front of him was a drying rack with a row of clothes, and the breeze blew, and the clothes hanging on the clothesline swayed a few times.

Before Jiang Yu could retract the gaze that fell on Song Yu, Song Yu turned around and grabbed it.

Song Yu's gaze met Jiang Yu, under the dark night sky, the moonlight fell on the bottom of his eyes, like a lake of spring water, sparkling.

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he smiled lightly.

"Sister."

Song Yu walked over, went to the cabinet and got a hair dryer, walked behind Jiang Yu, and began to blow her hair.

The dormitory was quiet, except for the whirring of hair dryers.

The hot wind of the hair dryer swept past Jiang Yu's ears from time to time, and the young man's fingertips were slender, interspersed with her hair, and the movements were gentle and gentle, which made people feel relaxed physically and mentally.

As the damp hair dries, the scent of the shampoo gradually spreads throughout the room, and the same aroma as the shower gel is a faint citrus fragrance.

The wind stopped, and the surroundings were quiet.

Song Yu put the hair dryer aside, and before Jiang Yu could get up, his fingertips had already ripped the long hair on the back of Jiang Yu's neck.

The boy bowed his head silently, and kissed gently on the back of his snow-white neck.

His lip flap covered the tiny red mole.

Suddenly, with his lips and teeth open, he took the tiny red mole in his mouth.

Sucking, his lips and teeth bite the soft flesh on the back of his neck.

The blazing temperature on the back of her neck, as well as the feeling of her lips gently rubbing, made Jiang Yu's back vertebrae begin to ripple with numbness.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Yu narrowed her eyes, there didn't seem to be much emotion on her face, and when she spoke, she just raised her hand and rubbed the young man's refreshing and soft black hair casually.

Song Yu hugged her waist and smiled softly, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking that I promised my sister to collect yang and replenish yin, but now so long has passed, but it hasn't been fulfilled yet." Just thinking about it, I always felt like a person who didn't keep his word. Bai Yubai lived for so long, but he didn't do anything. ”

When Jiang Yu heard this, she raised her eyebrows lazily, "So what?" ”

He tilted his head, kissed the root of her ear, and his fingertips stroked the red mole on the back of her neck, and his deep voice was like the bewitchment of a fox demon boy: "So my sister will pick me." ”

"Sister, you are so fragrant...... So hot"

……

At night, the lights are brilliant neon, and the scattered street lamps along the river cast yellow halos on the ground, and the air can smell the fresh smell of grass and trees.

The light in the room was still on, and Jiang Yu felt that her cold body was now starting to heat up.

Controlling the big and making the owl. She put her hand on her forehead, panting all over, beads of sweat seemed to fall on her eyelashes, she subconsciously trembled her eyelashes, but her eyes were still blurry.

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