Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Aning thinks Qi Xingzhi should have a good impression of Su Han, but he doesn't know it.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have watched her dance every time, nor would I have gotten drunk in other people's rooms, nor would I have suddenly become red-eyed the moment I learned about her death.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice when the person in the bathroom came out.

"I ve done washing."

The man was wearing a loose bathrobe, his straight collarbones were moist and delicate, and his wet silver hair hung down to his waist. He walked slowly in front of her, his eyes filled with mist.

Perhaps he had taken a shower, and his face had a charming blush, which made the already coquettish man even more beguiling.

Aning stared at the large area of ​​exposed skin on his chest, feeling a bit hot for no reason. She hurriedly looked away, calmly picked up the cup on the coffee table and took a sip.

She thought to herself that she was indeed a vixen, always seducing people invisible.

Emptiness is color, form is emptiness. She breathed a sigh of relief secretly, looked up at him, smiled and said: "Then you go to rest first, I will think about the script again."

Then the alluring "vixen" didn't listen to her words and go to rest first. Instead, he sat down next to her, tilted his head and leaned on his thin and narrow shoulders, and naturally rubbed his slender waist with his hands. His voice was gentle and soft that didn't match his appearance.

"Then I will accompany you."

The material on his shoulders soon became wet with his wet hair, and it felt uncomfortable against his skin. Aning moved his shoulders, but saw that he had no intention of leaving.

She raised her hand and pushed his head away without hesitation, frowning and saying, "Why don't you blow dry your hair? You even made my clothes wet."

The person who was pushed away immediately curled his lips and drooped his eyebrows. His icy blue eyes were full of sadness, like a coquettish puppy. His voice was a bit inexplicable, "My hair is too long, so I can blow it." tired."

Aning rolled her eyes at him: "Then I will cut it for you?"

"The hair and skin of the body are given by parents, and An Ning cannot cut them." The little fox said softly.

Listening to his serious explanation, Aning's face almost froze with laughter.

Come on, doesn't he just want her to blow it? Doesn't she know about his evil intentions?

Typical of pushing the envelope!

But in the end, Aning still took his hand and walked to the bathroom. She didn't know where she found a small stool. She stepped on it, and the electric wind blew straight on his head.

She was messing around with his head with a somewhat rough technique, and she thought that she really had raised her ancestors.

The man's hair was very long, silky and smooth, and the silver strands slipped from his fingertips. The fragrance of the shampoo filled his nose and hit his brain.

It’s strange, even though they use the same kind, why does the one he washes smell particularly fragrant?

The space in the bathroom was already cramped, but the two of them seemed extremely crowded. I don't know whether it was the heat from the hair dryer or the fact that they were too close, but Aning suddenly felt a little hot.

The man was afraid that she would fall, so he raised his hand to support her waist, narrowed his eyes, his long eyelashes half covered his eyelids, he was obedient and obedient, and allowed her to spend as much as she wanted.

Aning could feel the burning sensation in her hands at her waist. She swallowed quietly, and the hand holding the hair dryer was shaking a little.

"Okay, okay."

After blowing for an estimated ten minutes, his hair was completely dry. Just when An Ning was about to get off the stool, a pair of strong hands came from her armpits, her feet were directly dangling in the air, and she was lifted onto the sink.

Aning was stunned and before she could react, the man in front of her leaned down slightly and pinched her chin with his white fingers.

Her blue eyes reflected her face, and her bright lips fell,

A kiss of scorching temperature, with careful tenderness.

Aning was stunned. The touch on her lips was warm and soft. Her eyes widened and she looked confused.

what's the situation? Was she kissed?

Probably seeing that the girl didn't refuse, the little fox's blue eyes became darker and darker. He held the back of her head with his other hand and continued to kiss her silently.

However, just when he wanted to take a step closer, the girl suddenly came back to her senses. She pushed him away with a red face, but she didn't have much strength, and she was as soft as if she was tickling someone.

On the contrary, his hand was still held by him. When they intertwined deeply, Aning felt his scalp numb and his heartbeat beating hard and fast against his chest.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of the two men's disordered breathing.

Aning blinked, his eyes so hazy that he couldn't clearly see the faces close at hand.

"Can we still kiss?" The man stopped suddenly, staring at her with burning eyes, ready to go, as if he would continue what he was doing as long as she nodded.

Aning breathed lightly and looked into his eyes. Perhaps the ambiguous atmosphere in the cramped space was too strong, which made her inexplicably shy. She blushed and was a little angry: "No!"

The little fox's blue eyes were filled with a faint red, and he stared at her without blinking. His voice was low and sexy, "Then can it still be like this tomorrow?"

He was very sensible and knew that what he had just done had frightened her, so he took the initiative to stop asking.

"No." Aning covered his red mouth and glared at him.

This guy is addicted to kissing her, right?

"Is it really not possible?" He looked a little disappointed. His white fingertips hooked the girl's hand and shook it slightly.

"I will be responsible." The man stared at her, his beautiful blue eyes were clear and translucent, and he looked extremely well-behaved.

Probably defeated by his "responsible" words, Aning's expression moved slightly and he sighed, but he still couldn't stand it...

"Then, let's see how you perform."

Well, she surrendered, she admitted that she was shallow and horny.

The little fox's eyes suddenly lit up: "I will behave well."

"Hmm... But you need to get my consent beforehand, you know?" Aning looked into his bright eyes and avoided his gaze.

This little look in her eyes made her so embarrassed.

"Okay~" The little fox's lips slightly hooked and he responded obediently.

After answering, he went up to her and hugged her as usual, rubbing his cheeks against her neck.

He was very happy.

She really liked him the most.

So what if the fusion period has come, or if that guy takes over the dominant consciousness, anyway, she likes him the most.

"Sleepy, little fox."

Probably because she was very sleepy, the voice of the little fox that had not appeared for a long time sounded particularly cordial when she heard it coming from her mouth, even more so than calling his name.

"Hug me to the bed." Aning opened his arms, his pink cheeks were like delicate roses after the rain, and his eyes were full of tears.

The little fox raised his lips slightly and his eyes curled up in pleasure. He carried the person to the bed in the bedroom as easily as he carried a child.

After lying down, he asked her a question.

"If there was another me in the world, would Aning also like it?"

Aning was very sleepy and only heard a general idea. She pulled the quilt and muttered vaguely: "I like you, I like you, go to sleep."

A certain fox was very happy when he got the answer. He leaned over and kissed the girl's forehead.

I only like you too.

Aning had a very restless sleep that night and had a dream all night. When she opened her eyes the next day, she met a pair of clear eyes. She blinked and her nasal voice was slightly thicker.

"Morning."