Soon, he came out with a basin, and Jian Qiao looked up to see that the basin was still steaming.

She wondered what he was going to do until she sat on the edge of the bed with him.

The boy half-crouched, took off her shoes and socks, and put her feet in the basin.

"Soak your feet and relax."

Jian Qiao's eyes were straight, and he was surprised and happy in his heart, but he heard him say again, "During this time, you have been too tight, and I am worried about your body." ”

Jian Qiao didn't hold back, reached out and touched his head.

He always followed her without saying a word, but he could always give her the greatest peace of mind just right, as long as he was there, she could let go of her hands and feet to do what she wanted.

He is her greatest confidence and most powerful back.

She couldn't help laughing, "Xiao Yanchuan, why are you so good?" ”

It's so good that every time she thinks of how distant and cold she was in her previous life, she will be angry with herself in her heart.

Fortunately, in this life, she didn't miss such a good him again.

The boy stood up silently, and was about to leave when she grabbed her hand.

"You can soak with me for a while, this basin is so big anyway."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

He sat on the edge of the bed with her, while Jian Qiao leaned on his shoulder, looking very relaxed.

Ten minutes later, the young man removed the mask from her face, and then went to pour the foot washing water, while Jian Qiao sat on the stool to take care of her skin.

Jian Qiao would also sneak a glance at him in between skin care, maybe it was because the two of them had lived together for a long time, and she felt that their relationship was becoming more and more like an old husband and wife.

And he is obviously three years younger than her, but he can always take good care of her in detail.

He seemed to love people by nature.

Jian Qiao was a little glad that he hadn't missed such a good person in this life.

After a while, he came back, and Jian Qiao was just about to call him over, but a mobile phone rang suddenly in the quiet room.

She watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and said "Hey".

Jian Qiao seemed to hear a female voice, and she immediately pricked up her ears curiously.

It's just that the boy hung up the phone after a while, and then walked towards her.

Jian Qiao is rare and a little tasty.

"Who just called you?"

The teenager did not hide it, "The president of our class urged me to hand in my graduation thesis." ”

Jian Qiao then remembered that he hadn't graduated from college yet.

She poked her head over curiously, "Isn't your squad leader beautiful?" ”

The boy was silent for a long time, as if reminiscing, and finally nodded.

Jian Qiao was suddenly like a fried lion.

"Gu Yanchuan, do you need to hesitate for so long, do you have an ulterior past!"

Maybe only when you really fall in love with someone will you have the feeling of jealousy, Jian Qiao couldn't help but wonder if he had a great friendship with the beautiful squad leader of their class at the moment.

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became, and she wanted to stand up and ruffle his hair.

Gu Yanchuan was frightened by her appearance.

He stared at his head with great seriousness, then shook his head.

"We're just ordinary classmates."

Jian Qiao obviously didn't believe it, she turned her head around, and then pulled the quilt over it.

The boy was at first at a loss, but soon he understood why she was angry, but there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

He walked over and gently tugged at one of the corners of the quilt.

"Sister, why don't you believe me, we're really just ordinary classmates."

At this time, Jian Qiao was like a child with a temper, reaching out to cover his ears, not listening or looking.

The young man explained for a long time, but she still didn't say a word, he chuckled helplessly, and then reached out and lifted the quilt.

The girl's flushed face was instantly exposed to him, and he took her in his arms without waiting for her reaction.

He grabbed her two hands, slowly removed them from her ears, and then kissed her on the forehead while she was unprepared.

Jian Qiao was ashamed and annoyed, her apricot eyes were round, and her face still had a flush that had not dissipated, and she looked very cute.

The boy pulled her closer, then ignored her struggles and reached out to hug her waist.

He slowly approached her ear, his voice unconsciously smiling.

"Sister, are you jealous?"

Jian Qiao refused to bear that he would do such a childish thing, and shook his head quickly.

"I didn't!"

The young man's big palm was tightly pressed against her waist and he pinched it gently.

"The waist is so soft, why is the mouth so hard?"

"Gu Yanchuan, you ......"

Her next words were swallowed up by the boy, and he reached out to support her body so that she could rest in his arms when she was tired.

Jian Qiao wanted to push him away at first, but then his kiss gradually became domineering, and she no longer had the strength to resist, and her hands hugged his neck tightly.

In a daze, she even thought that she was so mature and stable in front of outsiders, how could she do such a sour and jealous thing.

It's so unlike her.

But it seems that as long as people like it, they have a desire to possess, and they want it to belong only to themselves, from the heart to the body, everywhere.

She even regretted that she missed his growth, seventeen or eighteen-year-old Gu Yanchuan thought that he would be more juvenile, and his eyes might be less wild than now, and he would be more juvenile.

She had a faint regret in her heart, but her appearance fell in Gu Yanchuan's eyes, but she was distracted.

The young man's grievances are never vented in words, he has his own way.

And Jian Qiao quickly realized that something was wrong.

She felt herself picked up by him, and then half-lay on top of him, and just as she was about to speak, his voice was swallowed up again, and this time, it was a more ferocious attack than before.

Jian Qiao had no resistance at all, so he could only passively tug at the hem of his clothes, and his little face was as red as a ripe persimmon.

I don't know how long it took for him to finally let go of her, but his hands were still around her waist, looking down at her blushing face.

Jian Qiao didn't know what he was thinking, every time like this, she would always empty herself for a short time, and only he was left in her heart.

When her breath finally calmed down, she reached out and grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down.

The young man's dark eyes stared at her quietly, and Jian Qiao could clearly see his own appearance in his eyes.

She suddenly wanted to see the way his eyes, which had always been sober and calm, set off the waves.

She slowly tilted her head and sat up slowly with his force.

She reached out and ticked it, motioning for him to lean his ear over.

The boy obediently did so, but as soon as he turned his head, she grabbed his neck.

Immediately after, she whispered something in his ear.

The young man's cold eyes suddenly swelled with ecstasy, and he grabbed her, his eyes full of surprise and astonishment.

"Sister, what you said, but is it true?"