When Sang Luo came out of the shower, she saw Chu Yanshu holding the box in a daze, and from her angle, she could see that his ears were a little red.

Hearing the movement, Chu Yanshu turned his head to look over.

At that time, Sang Luo was wearing a moon-white silk pajamas, and the warm yellow light shone in, outlining the girl's beautiful figure, and the slightly wet hair was scattered behind her, and she was wiping her hair with the couple towel they bought together during the day.

"Fall."

Chu Yanshu suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Sang Luo's fingertips trembled a little when he shouted, and when she looked up, she seemed to be able to see the suppressed fire under his eyes.

For more than two months, the two have eaten and lived together, and they have been together every day, and he is actually very satisfied and satisfied.

It's not that I haven't thought about this matter, but I'm afraid that Sang Luo is not ready.

But now it seems. It doesn't seem to be so.

Chu Yanshu walked towards Sang Luo, who was standing in place, and naturally took the towel in her hand, leaned on her ear, and said in a low voice,

"I'll wipe it for you."

For more than two months, the two of them have not had such intimate actions.

Chu Yanshu often helped her wipe her hair, and then dried it with spiritual power.

But at that time, there didn't seem to be such an ambiguous atmosphere.

Sang Luo let the boy gently wipe her hair, and at this angle, he could just see his sexy Adam's apple.

As if thinking of some scene, the girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Soon, Chu Yanshu dried Sang Luo's hair.

I don't know when, the two people are almost body to body.

Chu Yanshu threw the towel back casually, but the towel fell neatly on the shelf as if it had eyes.

He lowered his head and touched the earlobe on the side of Sang Luo's face, and his low voice seemed to be a little bewitching.

"Luoluo, is that okay?"

Sang Luo raised his eyes, looked at the eyes dyed with desire, hugged his waist, and gently kissed his lips on tiptoe,

"Of course. OK. ”

It's just, a little nervous.

Chu Yanshu was also very nervous.

Although he has seen a lot of books, he has also dreamed of being with Sangluo. Intimate.

But. This is the first time it has happened.

He carefully picked up the girl and gently placed her on the bed.

Sang Luo sat on the bed, looked at Chu Yanshu who showed his original appearance fixedly, raised his hand to wrap his arms around his neck, leaned over and kissed him.

Chu Yanshu clasped her waist and deepened the kiss.

It wasn't until the two of them were a little disturbed that they let go of each other.

A room is chaotic and ambiguous.

The girl's skin lined with powder-blue sheets was better than snow, and the ink hair like a waterfall scattered behind him, tangled with his long hair.

Chu Yanshu kissed the corner of Sangluo's lips lightly, tracing the girl's silhouette carefully,

"Luoluo, I love you."

Sang Luo rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, held Chu Yanshu's shoulder with his hand, and said softly,

"Chu Yanshu, I love you too."

She's really, specially, specially, so fond of him.

Outside the window, the moon was thick, and from time to time a few meteors crossed the sky, and the tail fin sparked and then disappeared into the dark night.

From time to time, there were a few soft humming sounds rubbing against the mattress in the room, and it didn't stop until it was light.

The girl fell asleep at some point, and the tails of her eyes were still a little red.

Chu Yanshu is too capable of tossing.

After Sang Luo adapted, he couldn't wait to try all the things he had seen in the book with Sang Luo.

It wasn't until she begged for mercy many times that she was let go.

Before going to bed, Sang Luo still had one thought left in his mind.

It must be that her body is too weak.

It must be.

When she fuses with the body before she fuses, she will definitely be able to fight with him for three days and three nights, and she will not fall behind.