The white and greasy body twisted impatiently, and her head became more and more buried in the thin quilt, and her whole face was hidden.

Because of her rubbing, the hem of her shirt was pulled upward, revealing the edge of her round and buttocks...

The young marshal's eyes were already straight.

The exposed round edge seemed to be sending a silent invitation to him. Involuntarily, his body became hot and his hands reached over uncontrollably.

Her fingertips gently and slowly touched her smooth skin, and went up, and then up...

sky!

The young man's breath suddenly began to be heavy, and Yun Xiaobai was wearing nothing inside!

In other words, his hands can directly penetrate the most beautiful place.

Yun Xiaobai, Yun Xiaobai...

The force of caressing has changed from light to out of control.

Before he knew it, he was already lying on her side, surfing in his shirt with his big palm...

"Um... don't..." Xiaobai, who had never been treated like this, suddenly muttered and twisted restlessly, as if he wanted to get rid of the troubled hand on his back.

The young man took a deep breath, pulled his hand back, and turned her over with force, and Xiaobai became lying sideways next to him.

After a stir in his stomach, Xiaobai suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

"vomit--"

Soon, the sound of her vomiting came from the bathroom.

The young man calmed down a few breaths before entering the bathroom and took Xiaobai, who was still bent down and retching, into his arms.

"Is it uncomfortable?" The soft voice overflowed with his unique tenderness.

Xiaobai's eyes were half open and he nodded in a daze: "I want to vomit..."

"Come on, sip." A glass of water hit her lips, Xiaobai took a sip and sniffed it.

He took the person out of the bathroom and fed her the wine soup, "Come on, lie down and sleep well."

He lay down her limp body on the bed, lying beside her, holding her head to look at her uncomfortable face under the light.

He pinched her cheek with pain, and the young man murmured: "Is it hard for you? Let's see if you dare to get drunk next time."

Xiaobai opened his eyes and felt uncomfortable when he couldn't vomit out just now. At this time, her dark eyes were wet and she looked at him, shouting in confusion: "Brother Rong?"

"Yes." The young man's delicate face seemed to shine under the light.

The eyes were filled with tenderness.

"Ah...it's Brother Rong..." Xiaobai rolled into his arms and hugged him.

He rubbed his head in his arms with a coquettish manner, and breathed out with satisfaction: "...It smells so good...Brother Rong, you are so good."

fragrant?

The young man raised his eyebrows, why didn’t he know that there was a fragrance on his body?

He didn't say anything, his fingertips slowly playing on her face. Xiaobai rumbled for a while, and then squeezed into his arms, "Brother Rong... do you know the young coach?"

It's really a mess.

Ask him if he knows the young marshal?

The young man stroked her beautiful lips as beautiful as rose petals, "I know, what's wrong?"

"Oh... If you know the young coach, can you tell me if you don't like me?"

The hand that stopped on her lips suddenly stopped and gradually became stiff. He endured the anger that rolled in his chest and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you want him to like you?"

"Well, I think about it." Xiaobai shook his head, really thinking about it seriously.

After a while, the young coach asked, "Have you figured it out?"

"What should I do if I can't think of it, but what should I do if I can't think of it?" Xiaobai looked at him pitifully with his head raised.
Chapter completed!