Obviously, Qiao Sinian is also very useful.

The temperature in the bedroom rises, and the air is filled with a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

Ye Jiaqi gradually lost his mind, as if he was in the clouds, and was at the mercy of Qiao Sinian.

But at the critical moment, he stopped and reached out to open the cabinet at the head of the bed.

When Ye Jiaqi heard the sound, his eyes opened, and there was a crystal mist on his long eyelashes, light and hazy.

Her eyes darkened, and there was a curve of grievance at the corners of her lips.

She knew what he was going to take.

A pair of eyes as panicked as a deer stared at him: "Can you not use it?"

"No." Qiao Sinian refused almost without thinking.

Last night, he was negligent and unprepared, but he did not allow any accidents.

An accident is enough once, and it is impossible to have two.

He doesn't like the so-called suddenness, he likes the feeling of being able to control.

Ye Jiaqi looked at him with misty eyes, his resolute face did not change, she knew that he was the only one in some things.

Especially when talking to her in this tone.

Ye Jiaqi did not force it and closed his eyes.

However, that strong desire suddenly disappeared halfway.

Qiao Sinian kissed her neck and indulged.

...

Afterwards, he hugged her: "Go to take a shower, huh?"

Ye Jiaqi nodded: "I'll go by myself."

"Um."

She was a little unstable, but she still held the wall and went to the bathroom.

After soaking herself in the bathtub, she saw her body covered with deep and shallow kiss marks.

The white mist surged in the bathroom, and soon surrounded the entire bathroom, like a fairyland.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't lift his arms, and there was a layer of mist covered with mist in his eyes.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she seemed to be thinking nothing, and there was only a blank space in her mind.

It took a long time before she got up from the bathtub, wrapped herself in a white bathrobe and walked out.

Qiao Sinian had already washed, and he leaned lazily against the bed, with a flat plate on his hand.

"Aren't you going to watch a movie? Come here."

Ye Jiaqi shook his head: "The hair has not been blown yet."

Her big flashing eyes were clear and clean traces, clearer than the starry sky.

She stood barefoot on the ground and looked for a hairdryer.

In the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror, silently looking at herself in the mirror, blowing her hair.

Qiao Sinian walked behind her for some time, took the hair dryer in her hand, and patiently blew her hair for her.

He has long been able to blow his hair to be skilled.

"I'll do it myself, it's OK."

"I haven't promised you that as long as I keep my hair long, I can wash and blow your hair." Qiao Sinian said lightly, with a restrained and low-key voice in his low voice.

Ye Jiaqi did not compete with him anymore and enjoyed silently.

His slender fingers shuttled between her hair, as if an electric current slipped through her, making her feel numb.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes.

There was only the sound of a hair dryer in my ears.

Ye Jiaqi's hair is thin and soft, and it feels very gentle when touched on his hands.

Gradually, the wet hair slowly dries.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head again and looked around casually.

"Okay." When her hair was no longer wet, he put down the hair dryer.

Ye Jiaqi stroked his hair and applied essential oil.

She was fair and rosy in the mirror, with a light blush on her cheeks, her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and she stood tall and graceful.

"I'm sleepy." She turned her head and threw herself into his arms.

Qiao Sinian rubbed her hair: "I'll take you to sleep."
Chapter completed!