Hands are hot and moist.

Rong Yu's whole body stiffened, and the whole person didn't dare to move anymore.

It's as if the hands are sore and they don't seem to be their own.

She gasped slightly, closed her eyes, and didn't continue to move, not knowing how to retract her ......

After all, the ...... in the palm of your hand

She didn't see it.

Behind him, he suddenly got up, and the big bed instantly lightened.

The moment he left the bedroom, Rong Mo slowly opened his eyes, his cheeks were crimson, and he only felt that everything that had just happened made his heart tremble.

She, it seemed like the first time she had done such a thing.

Before she could adjust her chaotic breathing, the door was suddenly opened again.

She quickly closed her eyes nervously and remained motionless.

And the person behind him came directly behind her and held her sour hand.

The damp heat came, and he wiped her hands.

Carefully wiping, repeatedly wiping, it seems that every finger has been wiped again.

The air is filled with ...... The taste of indulgence.

stained her whole body.

It seems that even a strand of hair has been dyed with his scent.

After they were all wiped clean, he was still holding her hand...... Rubbing it twice in her palm, it seemed to have some aftertaste......

A warm kiss slowly fell on the palm of his hand.

It made her curl up slightly in shame.

At this time, a voice with a clear and dark voice came, "...... It's hard work, you can sleep for a while. ”

He got up to help her cover the thin quilt, and then left, but suddenly when he walked to the door, Rong Wu suddenly heard him say: "Ambiguous, I'll wait for you to get better." ”

Ambiguous, I'll wait for you to get better......

In a word, meaningful.

The words fell, and he closed the door and went out.

Tolerance: "......"

Not to mention his last words, which made her heart tremble.

As soon as he went out, Rong Yu opened his eyes and quickly took back his sour hand.

She bit her lip and looked at the hand for a moment, her cheeks burning like fire.

That hand, the palm of the hand was all red.

Her fingers were slender and white, and their roots were as white as shallots, but in the palms of her hands, they were red and even numb and itchy.

Rong Yu really can't face it at this moment.

Actually did that kind of thing, is this still her hand??

But......

Then again, he's really big...... Like a real monster, it is quite inconsistent with his delicate and dusty face and cold and clean temperament......!!!

……

Rong Mo was originally shy to lie down for a while, but lying on her stomach, probably because her nerves were too tense before, she relaxed at this time, and she was a little sleepy and really fell asleep.

When Su Xian came in again, he had already changed his clothes.

He was wearing black pants and a dark V-neck velvet jacket, which was fine and soft, and he was more noble and elegant.

It's almost ten o'clock in the blink of an eye.

It stands to reason that if the matter of "meeting a mysterious man late at night" had been exposed, it would have been exposed a long time ago, but now it has not been exposed, I don't know if it was suppressed by someone.

Su Xian took advantage of her rest to wash the scarf she gave herself.

The smoky gray knitted scarf, the moment it fell to the ground, was something he didn't want either.

Maybe he really misunderstood, but the pain in his heart was real.

After he dried his scarf, when he went to see Rong Wu again, Rong Wu was already asleep.

He leaned over and tucked the quilt for her, and she clutched the little fist and put it on the pillow, looking very well-behaved and cute.

Su Xian just looked at her like that, and his expression suddenly ...... in a trance!