Dyed

Fu Ran bit the corner of her mouth to prevent it from convulsing.

No skin and no face to this.

Ming Chengyou bullied him, and Fu Ran waved the frothy warm water towards the man vigorously, only to hear him curse in a low voice, loosen the hand that clamped Fu Ran's waist with one hand, and rub his eyes with the other hand.

Fu Ran took the opportunity to get up, wrapped the towel around her chest, put her back against the wall and looked at Ming Chengyou vigilantly.

She can't get out in this state, her hair and even her whole body are full of foam, and she has no interest in getting a beauty out of the bath under Ming Chengyou's nose.

Ming Chengyou washed his face, his eyes were a little red, he raised his head, and fixed his eyes on Fu Ran.

She got up in a hurry just now and didn't even wear slippers. Fu Ran grabbed the towel tightly with both hands, and saw Ming Chengyou turn on the shower, exposing his muscular and beautiful body in front of everyone.

He washed very slowly, each movement was deliberately split.Fu Ran's legs were stiff when he stood, and his long wet hair was drooping on his back, which was very uncomfortable.

When Fu Ran got out of the shower, Ming Chengyou had already dried his hair and was sitting leisurely on the edge of the bed. His long legs were folded, his hands were propped by his sides, and his fingers were flicking without rhythm.

Fu Ran wore neat pajamas and pajamas, and her steps towards the bed were a little stiff.

"Hey," Ming Chengyou called to her, "I'm going out to find you."

"En." Fu Ran responded lightly, and walked around the end of the bed to come across to Ming Chengyou. She was tired and sleepy, but she dared not sleep, so she had to cheer herself up.

"Hmm, what, you didn't hear what I said?" Ming Chengyou's voice rose sharply, which made her sleepless. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

The man was speechless, and his chest was so suffocated that he had nowhere to vent his breath. He turned over and lay down on the bed, wrapped in a silk quilt, and threw his back towards Fu Ran.

Ming Chengyou's even breathing sound came from behind him, Fu Ran turned off the light, and tried to keep his movements as light as possible.

There was only one quilt, and she shrank close to the edge of the bed, arching her body carefully.

The discomfort of the first night was completely dispelled after taking a bath.

She didn't know how much Ming Chengyou used it to make her so painful and tired.

Tiredness struck again, but suspicious rustling sounds came from beside his ears. Fu Ran saw a black shadow looming over him, and the refreshing smell of men's shaving water entered his nostrils.

She would be sober now, she raised her hand and waved it away, but Ming Chengyou pressed her against her head.

The ambiguous breath kept lingering, and he took off Fu Ran's pajama pants effortlessly, and spread her legs with his knees. It turns out that the difference in strength between men and women is most manifested here.

She wanted to yell at him to get out.

Ming Chengyou lifted the hem of her pajamas with his palm, and took the opportunity to sneak in, "When I went out to look for you, I ran into elder brother."

Fu Ran's skin began to tighten from the waistline, and the hot and provocative fingers explored in a leisurely manner. The night was as cold as water, and Ming Chengyou couldn't really see the expression on her face.

"Brother said that he will be engaged to Luo Wenying in a few days, and he also asked me why I don't seem to be in a good mood. Guess what I said?"

Fu Ran turned her face to the side, avoiding Ming Chengyou's breath that scalded her neck, what kind of good words could he say?

"I said, brother, sleeping with a woman is different from sleeping without a woman. Fu Ran drained me of my lack of energy, oh—"

Ming Chengyou thought about it, and added another sentence, "I also said that a woman who has just tasted it is very boring, and it is always not enough..."

In order to bear the weight, her legs had to be bent.

"you're so boring."

It's not just boring, if you want to discredit yourself, just find a big dye vat and jump in, why bother to drag her?

Typical pull pad back.

"I told you that there is no difference between once and a hundred times. Besides, if you lie on the same bed with me every day, even if you are really innocent, it will not be cleared in the eyes of others."

Ming Chengyou's voice became more and more hoarse, and occasionally a few intermittent words fell into Fu Ran's ears. The whole room seemed to be placed in a stove, and the crackling flames rushed to every corner.

With a deep and intoxicating male voice, Fu Ran heard Ming Chengyou's smile escape from his lips, with the melody after the full bow was drawn to the extreme, "Sure enough, you can't talk while exercising."

He was panting.

Fu Ran was crushed uncomfortably. She and Ming Zheng were not on the same line before. For four years, she held a hope and even missed it. parallel lines.

He has his life to live, and she should be more realistic.

He never gave her a hint to wait. It's not too late for Fu Ran to stop now.

The movement was sudden and violent, her body was jolted, and her head hurt even more. Fu Ran stretched out her hands and pushed Ming Chengyou's chest, "Slow down, don't you take measures?"

"What measures?" The man who was interrupted suddenly waved off Fu Ran's hand, intending to go deeper.

"I don't want to get pregnant."

"Why are you so annoying? There were a lot of things in the last bed!" Ming Chengyou moved again, "It can't be such a coincidence."

Fu Ran clasped both hands towards the man's waist, and pushed his body well, "Don't you even have a condom at home?"

Ming Chengyou couldn't help cursing, "There's never been a woman here, what do I want with that thing, when I'm a three-year-old kid blowing up balloons?"

"..."

Fu Ran frightened him, "Today happens to be a dangerous period, what if we win the lottery?"

Sure enough, Ming Chengyou stopped. The skin Fu Ran held was scorchingly hot. Halfway through the stop, she also felt a little uncomfortable. It was really tormenting.

"We did it last night, have you taken your medicine?"

Fu Ran had no doubt about him, nodded, "Eat."

Ming Chengyou let go, "That's okay, the medicinal effect will still be there."

What nonsense?Fu Ran's chest was heavy, and she screamed, "No!"

"Shut up, it's too late."

The sun was high, and the sun was shining through the sky. Fu Ran sat in front of the vanity mirror, put on a layer of foundation and was dissatisfied with it, so she added another layer.

Ming Chengyou hadn't gotten up yet, he was awake, his head was resting on his arms and he was looking sideways at her, "Who will you show me when you dress up in such a dignified and dignified manner?"

Fu Ran ignored it, this man had too many yin and yang eccentricities.

She always explained that Cheng You was not serious, Fu Ran glanced at the man on the bed through the corner of Fu Ran's eyes, and one day, when she recalled such a scene, she felt so beautiful.

At this moment, Third Young Master Ming is suave and charming, and she can never imagine what kind of person he will become in the future.

"You opened a dance studio independently, right?"

"Ah."

Ming Chengyou lifted the quilt and got up, and said as he walked, "Kuangzi has a single job on hand recently, do you take it? The project is not big, but it's passable."

Fu Ran was obviously aroused, "I can try and see how much I can earn."

Ming Chengyou picked out a shirt with back sleeves, and after wearing half of it, he walked to Fu Ran's side, "One hundred thousand, if you do well, you still have a chance."

One hundred thousand is enough.

There was a sparkle in Fu Ran's eyes, "Send me the specific requirements and stage layout by email."

"I will go that day too." Ming Chengyou's palm naturally fell on Fu Ran's shoulder. He leaned over and put his face close to Fu Ran. "Can you dance?"

There was an itch on Fu Ran's neck, she shook her head without hesitation, "I won't."

In the mirror, the corner of the man's mouth was pulled open into a secretive smile, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his eyes were deep and shallow, and the corner of his mouth raised gave Fu Ran an intuition that just looking at this smile, he didn't have any good ideas in his heart .

Ming Chengyou patted Fu Ran on the shoulder, "You will come with me when the time comes."