Chapter 21 Passionate Nude Chat? (2)

Every effect must have a cause! Yin Hui thought, it seems that I need to sort out the whole thing from beginning to end. I went to work and became colleagues with her. I wanted to rent a house, and she also wanted to rent a house, so we rented together.

, she paid half and I paid half. No, this is irrelevant. She cleaned the room and decorated it, I cooked dinner, she washed the dishes, she changed my shampoo, she urged me

I brush my teeth twice a day, and she makes me wash my clothes and change my socks frequently. She seems to be treating me just as well from the beginning to now, and nothing has changed at all.

Did she already fall in love with me when she first met me? How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible! Yes, she does not love me. She brings me tea and water because she is willing to help others; she listens to my bitterness,

It's because she is approachable; she cares about me because she cares about me. Yes, she just cares about me. But why does she care about me so much? Because... I am her friend?

But...but why is she crying?

Yin Hui: "Tell me quickly, what is going on?"

Conan Doyle: "If you don't love her, why do you still care so much about her and why does she do so to you?"

Yin Hui:……

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and a tall girl nodded quietly into the room as if she were a thief. It was none other than Tang Yan, who had cried a lot last night.

Entering the room, Tang Yan was a little uncomfortable with the dim light. She frowned slightly and soon found Yin Hunchi, topless, staring motionlessly at the computer screen.

She glanced at it and vaguely saw Conan Doyle in pajamas on the screen.

This discovery immediately made her eyes widen and her mouth widen. Fortunately, she covered her mouth with her hands in time to prevent her from screaming.

She hesitated for a moment, then tapped her toes and quietly walked behind Yin Hui, trying to take a closer look.

At the same time, on the screen, Conan Doyle opened his hands and yawned, and the collar on his chest was lifted open, revealing a white spring.

"Hey Yin Hui, you are so disgusting, you actually got up early in the morning and had a passionate naked chat with a foreign girl!" Tang Yan saw Conan Doyle's "charming" movements on the screen, her face turned red, and she cursed shyly.

"Who?" Yin Hui was still wearing headphones at the moment and was thinking about what Conan Doyle had just said. At this time, a loud bang rang in his ears, making him shiver involuntarily and jump up from his seat.

The reaction was an earthquake, so he looked left and right.

When Tang Yan saw Yin Hui so panicked, she naturally took it as a sign of guilt because his good deeds had been revealed. The expression on her face kept changing. First she took a deep breath, then she widened her eyes and stared straight at Yin Hui.

He snorted angrily: "Yin Hui, you bastard!"

Facing Tang Yan's scrutinizing gaze, Yin Hui was a little confused.

"Hey, why are you in my room? When did you come in? Is... something wrong?"

"I saw that you didn't come out to make breakfast today, so I wanted to ask you to make breakfast. As a result, I saw you chatting passionately naked with this girl from who knows which country in Europe! Huh! Doing such a dirty thing so early in the morning, you

It's so shameless!" As she spoke, Tang Yan deliberately turned her head away from looking at the scene on the screen that made her blush, but she was secretly jealous of Conan Doyle's perfect figure, especially the tall and straight Saint.

The female peak is much bigger than hers.

Passionate nude chat?

Hearing these four words, Yin Hui was slightly startled at first, and then, countless black lines were dragged all over the back of his head. He knew that this girl was thinking wrongly, but he couldn't defend himself, because the more he wiped out the truth, the darker it became.

I understand. Besides, even if I have a mouth all over my body, I may not be able to speak clearly.

"Humph! Do you agree?" Seeing Yin Hui's silence, Tang Yan became more arrogant, waved her pink fist, and shouted: "You were caught doing disgusting things by me, and you still want to deny it. Tell me, this

What should we do?"

Tang Yan's crisp tone, mischievous expression and unique youthful atmosphere are like a clear stream flowing through Yin Hui's soul, washing away the heavy haze in his heart and pulling him back to reality from the complicated psychological struggle.

Conan Doyle was stunned for a long time when he saw the girl appearing on the screen. Then she was shocked to find that Yin Hui's original cold expression improved a lot after seeing the girl. She seemed to understand something. Her expression was very complicated, including happiness and a hint of -

— A touch of disappointment.

Afterwards, Conan Doyle pondered for a few seconds, showed a slightly apologetic smile to Tang Yan, and then logged off.

Although Tang Yan was not staring at the screen, she still looked at Conan Doyle on the screen with her peripheral vision and compared it with her own body. At this time, she saw the smile on Conan Doyle's face and thought that Conan Doyle was demonstrating.

With a shy and angry expression on his face, he scolded Yin Hui: "Hmph! What's even more disgusting is that all you can do is video masturbate! You actually found a foreign guy with bigger breasts and a bigger butt, what else?
Chapter completed!