Gorgeous but not luxurious, in the solemn and elegant bedroom, Pei Muchen leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a bathrobe, holding a glass of red wine and shaking it slowly.

Under the white light, there is a shadow under the long eyelashes, and the knife-like side face is more three-dimensional.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and after taking a sip of red wine, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, there was no impatience in his eyes, and he glanced casually in the direction of the bathroom.

"Zhong Yinian, you've been washing for an hour."

The sound of rushing water had stopped half-ringing, Zhong Yinian tightened his bathrobe, and leaned anxiously against the bathroom wall.

"I haven't washed it yet!"

Zhong Yinian yelled in embarrassment, for fear that someone wouldn't believe it, so he immediately opened the canopy and poured down the water.

"Ahh

Zhong Yinian forgot that he had already washed and put on a bathrobe, and as soon as the water poured down, his whole body was immediately wet.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing the screams in the bathroom, Pei Muchen immediately put down the wine glass in his hand, and strode nervously to the door of the bathroom to open the door and enter.

"It's fine!"

Zhong Yinian's words fell, and the bathroom door had been opened.

Zhong Yinian took his eyes off his wet bathrobe and looked at someone with burning eyes at the door.

"Ahh You go out, go out, go out! ”

Zhong Yinian jumped in a hurry, completely forgetting that he was in a bathroom full of water, and his feet slipped.

Finished!

The last thing that flashed through Zhong Yinian's mind were those two words, and he closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the coming pain.

After waiting for a long time, without waiting for the pain from the little fart, Zhong Yinian opened one eye carefully.

What caught his eye was Pei Muchen's enlarged face.

"Thank you...... Thank you...... Hmmm......"

As soon as his lips warmed, Zhong Yinian clenched his fists and pounded someone's chest.

Pei Muchen didn't care about this kind of petty fight at all, his lips and tongue hooked, and he directly rolled up the dodging lilac tongue.

Not......

Zhong Yinian slowly closed his eyes, feeling the domineering that belonged to Pei Muchen, and felt the bond between his lips and teeth.

As soon as her back was soft, Zhong Yinian felt that she was placed on the big bed, blushing, she was shy not to open her eyes, even if someone had let go of her lips.

"Shy?"

Pei Muchen gently brushed the small strand of shampoo that she covered her face, looking down at the little face, the flowers were red, which was intoxicating.

Without saying anything bad to Zhong Yinian, he leaned over again and kissed the cherry tenderly, never giving her a chance to escape.

Gently untying the snow-white bathrobe, his kiss was from the forehead, to the lips, to the collarbone, all the way down, all the way to the room.

"Hmm......"

Zhong Yinian groaned, as if sad, as if happy.

"I'm happy with what I've seen."

Pei Muchen's low voice sounded in her ears, Zhong Yinian was ashamed, and stretched out his hand to cover his body.

Where did Pei Muchen give her this opportunity, and he opened his mouth to bite the little ear.

"Hmm......"

Zhong Yinian trembled lightly and twisted his body helplessly, hoping that he would stay away from him.

But at this time, Pei Muchen was already honest with her, how could she break free.

"Follow me."

His voice echoed in his ears, and Zhong Yinian gradually calmed down, slowly responding to his kiss.

Receiving the little woman's response, Pei Muchen suddenly lost his mind and slowly buried himself in her body.

"Forehead ......"

Without giving Zhong Yinian a chance to speak, Pei Muchen blocked her lips again.

"Well, it won't hurt later."