Self-investment

"A few days later?" Luo Yimu asked.

She actually felt a little fussy and anxious, unlike her usual calm and prudent.

Jian Ling laughed so hard that he choked his throat, shrugged his shoulders and coughed several times before he calmed down, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, shook his head and said, "It might be ten days, maybe half a day." months."

Luo Yimu frowned slightly. Jian Ling thought that she had been dissatisfied for too long, but she was very serious and worried and asked: "It's so serious? Is it hurt somewhere? Do I need to go to the hospital?"

Jian Ling took a sip of water in his mouth and almost didn't spit it out.

Going to the hospital on the first day of the new year because of excessive indulgence?She can't afford to lose this man.

Looking at Luo Yimu's serious worry, he felt that sometimes she was so cute that she couldn't even hear her own jokes.

Luo Yimu didn't care if Jian Ling was joking or not, as long as Jian Ling showed signs of injury or illness, she would be nervous enough.

"Idiot Mumu, you can't even hear my jokes." Jian Ling took out a piece of paper to wipe off the water stains around her mouth, supported her sore waist, walked behind Luo Yimu, and lay on her back. On her back, she touched her butterfly bone with her fingers, and spun around that protruding joint, and suddenly felt the thin layer of muscles on Luo Yimu's back tense instantly.

Jian Ling felt that smooth and delicate skin countless times - using her own body.Every sensitivity of Luo Yimu is under Jian Ling's control, so her reaction to Luo Yimu is not surprising at all.

Even a little proud.

"Ah Ling." Luo Yimu's voice was tinged with a low warning tone.

"What's the matter?" Jian Ling asked knowingly, shifted from her back with a smile, and kneaded Luo Yimu's thin and delicate earlobes. The shape of her ears was extremely beautiful, there was no flaw in the whiteness, and the ears were not even pierced. However, it is like being carved from white jade, showing a warm white and transparent texture under the reflection of the setting sun, and the tip of the ear reveals a pink, tender and attractive appearance, which is very delicious.

While playing with the earlobe, Jian Ling stared at her ear, thinking that he must find a chance to go up and take a bite.

"Didn't you tell you to take it easy?" Luo Yimu said with restraint.

"That's right." Jian Ling smiled erratically, leaned close to her ear, and exhaled softly, "But I don't mind helping you..."

"Help me what?" Luo Yimu's ears twitched slightly.

"Help you relax." Jian Ling's hand touched Luo Yimu's neckline, and changed into a posture of wrapping Luo Yimu from behind.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and she only wore Luo Yimu's silk nightgown, the material was extremely soft and slippery. When she raised her arms a little, the sleeves slid down to her elbows, and her two delicate white arms rested on Luo Yimu's shoulders. Yi Mu's shoulders, his fingers fluttered nimbly, and he unbuttoned her clothes in a few seconds.

Liberated Luo Yimu's dry throat from the collar.

The meaning of "relax" is self-evident.

Luo Yimu laughed sullenly for a while.

Of course she knew what Jane wanted.

One initiative in bed.

It's very simple, Luo Yimu is not so persistent and insists on taking the initiative, but every time Jian Ling seduces to fight for the initiative, it is more like taking the initiative to send his body to Luo Yimu's mouth for her to taste, At that moment, Luo Yimu couldn't care less about taking the initiative or not, all he could think about was peeling and eating Jian Ling, and he had already thrown his reason into the sky.

Moreover, Luo Yimu licked his lips, thinking playfully, there was only this one thing, hungering for Jian Ling's appetite, teasing her from time to time, but not satisfying her, the level of fun completely exceeded his psychological expectations.

Luo Yimu thought that he might really be close to Mo Zhehei, and after being with Jian Ling for a long time, he gradually picked up her bad taste.

Jian Ling stretched out her snow-white forearm to Luo Yimu's eyes.

Delicious food.

Luo Yimu grabbed her wrist and pulled it to his mouth, nibbled on her round and protruding wrist bone, then let go, bent down to pick up the washed clothes into the dryer, closed it to dry She closed the lid of the machine, turned it on, and went to do other things, but the briefing was still hanging on her back and refused to get off.

"Get up." Luo Yimu patted the back of her hand helplessly, "I want to do laundry."

"Isn't it already washed?" Jian Ling pretended not to get up, and pressed his cheek against Luo Yimu's back heart, "I have a sore back and a sore back, so I have to carry Mumu on my back. "

Luo Yimu just let her hang on his back, dragged her directly to the bathroom, pointed to the washbasin on the sink, "See for yourself, if it's yours."

Jian Ling looked in the direction of Luo Yimu's fingers, it was a set of underwear, pure white, lace, quietly soaking in the basin, waiting for Luo Yimu to wash.

Luo Yimu also has a set of the same style.

But Jian Ling recognized at a glance that the body soaked in the basin was her own.

Face is a little red.

A year ago, Jian Ling's size was the same as Luo Yimu's. Later, with Luo Yimu's unremitting efforts, her size was half a cup larger than Luo Yimu's.

The first time she realized this was when Jian Ling accidentally found the one she wore a year ago. She accidentally put it on, and it was a little tight. She thought it had shrunk, but after comparing it with the one she was wearing now, it was indeed smaller. Some, shrinking can't achieve this effect, so Jian Ling became suspicious, and compared a few previous ones with the current ones, without exception, the current ones are bigger.

In the past six months, Jian Ling's clothes from inside to outside were almost arranged by Luo Yimu, so she didn't pay attention to it. It was already December last year when she found out about it. Jian Ling went to ask Luo Yimu what was going on, and Luo Yimu She honestly confessed that it was indeed she who found that Jian Ling's previous ones were too small, so she purposely bought a half size up.

At that time, Jian Ling was dumbfounded, "No, I didn't find out myself, how did you find out?"

Luo Yimu's natural expression is simple and unforgettable for the rest of his life.

She said, "I touch it every day, can you not know?"

After listening to Jian Ling, his mouth opened and closed, not knowing how to answer the words.

After a long time, he said embarrassingly: "It seems to make sense..."

To be able to say such obscene words so frankly, Jian Ling asked herself that this was a huge challenge for herself, she touched her nose and smiled, "You are better than blue than blue, Mumu, you are a master at playing hooligans .”

Luo Yimu didn't realize that there was something wrong with what she said, she was just stating a fact, with the conscience of heaven and earth, and had no other thoughts at all.

The secondary development of female characteristics really made Jian Ling depressed for several days. She always felt that the bigger the thing, the more cumbersome it was, and it was inconvenient even for running. After putting it down, he readily accepted this fact.

In particular, Luo Yimu didn't show it normally, only in the dead of night when Wu Yun and Chu Yu were quiet, he showed abnormal fanaticism.

Kneading powder, kneading vermilion, making jade to steal fragrance.

Both physically and mentally happy.

Until today, Jian Ling lay on Luo Yimu's back, looking at the basin of pure white clothes soaked in water, felt the smell belatedly, and asked Luo Yimu why he kept the size from her thing.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it." Luo Yimu said.

Jane laughed, "What's unacceptable?"

Luo Yimu pulled Jian Ling from behind to the front, looked at her, and said to her seriously: "A Ling, have you noticed that your subconscious mind is loathing your femininity."

Jian Ling was stunned, but unconsciously grabbed Luo Yimu's front, denying it, "Do I have it?"

"Short hair, chest wrap, overalls." Luo Yimu pointed out.

She had found various corsets and bandages in Jane's closet.

Luo Yimu calmly analyzed with Jian Ling, "Although short hair and not wearing skirts are stereotypes that people use to restrict gender in the general social environment, but wrapping your breasts shows that you are deliberately avoiding your female side."

"Maybe you didn't realize that you rarely looked in the mirror when you were taking a shower alone, and you didn't dare to look at your body."

She had a serious expression, as if she was giving a lecture to a student. Jian Ling was stunned for a while, and then she came back to her senses after a while, and retorted stiffly: "Who is still young and ignorant? Adolescent children want to be handsome, don't they?" Mumu, don't you have one? Besides, I haven't wrapped it for several years, what does that mean?"

Looking at the stubbornness in Jian Ling's eyes, Luo Yimu felt pain in his heart.

She shook her head, held the back of Jian Ling's head, and pressed her into her arms to comfort her, "It doesn't mean anything."

Luo Yimu didn't argue with Jian Ling, but just comforted her: "A Ling, I just want to tell you that you are beautiful and your body is also beautiful."

"There is nothing worth escaping. I can't get enough of such a beautiful body after watching it [-] times."

Her words clearly contained a strong sense of flirting, because the tone was too solemn and serious, Jian Ling leaned on her shoulder and listened quietly, her eyes were a little wet.

In fact, Jian Ling used to hate her body a little bit.

Because she hated Hao Xinyi, she also hated the feminine part of herself.

Especially during puberty.

There is no one around her to guide her, her father is a man after all, he can take care of her life, but he can't teach her those secrets that only belong to women, and the school never mentions it secretly. Her trousers were all red, and she was shaking with fright. Fortunately, her head teacher was a female teacher, who used her coat to cover the blood stains on her trousers, helped her buy sanitary napkins in the canteen, and made brown sugar water for her.

The head teacher told her that this was a good thing and nothing to be afraid of, which meant that she had grown up.

Jian Ling didn't think it was good, but disgusted.

At that time, she had only one thought in her mind: So being a woman is so disgusting.

But she couldn't help being attracted by the warm and beautiful side of girls, she was greedy for their soft and sweet feeling, so she had to give up on herself, hating herself while liking women.

She thought that those beautiful girls were beautiful flowers that bloomed under the burden of nausea and inescapability, but she couldn't do it herself, and she was destined to only absorb the beauty of others.

Jian Ling knew that her appearance was considered very good. She always used her face instead of her body to seduce others.

Fortunately, I met Luo Yimu.

Jian Ling grabbed Luo Yimu's skirt and buried her head in front of her chest, thinking that the first time she met Luo Yimu, she was deeply attracted to her because of Luo Yimu's indifferent state of beauty. .

Freed from the burdens inherent in women, she is a flower blooming on a cliff, Ling Han is lonely and arrogant.

It is what Jian Ling admires and wants to be the most.

The process of getting closer to Luo Yimu step by step is also the process of Jian Ling gradually accepting herself as a woman. Luo Yimu likes her, and also likes, and even obsesses with her body. This recognition makes Jian Ling satisfied and confident.

Luo Yimu made Jian Ling deeply aware of her own charm as a woman. What Luo Yimu was obsessed with was not only Jian Ling's good-looking face, but her state of being a complete woman. That's why she dared to act unscrupulously in front of Luo Yimu. seduce.

Show her all the beauty of yourself, show off your body to her without hesitation, dare to make a pose in front of her, wear bold and sexy erotic clothes, and enjoy her sense of happiness that she is seduced by herself and loses her mind.

"I used to... really didn't like myself very much." Jian Ling hugged Luo Yimu and said sullenly, "But now, I like myself very much."

"Because I know that Mumu also likes me very much."

"It's not just that I like it." Luo Yimu kissed the tip of her ear and said quietly, "A Ling, I love you."

Since when?Probably when I saw Jian Ling for the first time.

She sat in the bar all night, no one dared to strike up a conversation with her, only Jian Ling had the guts to break into her world.

No one knew that after going back that night, Luo Yimu suffered from insomnia all night.