What's the rush?

Author: Tangtangjun

What's the rush?

Where do I need to point?

It was hanging on the wall and I saw it as soon as I entered the bathroom.

Bo Yanqing took off a towel, wiped off the water on the sink, and then sat Nan Jiaojiao on it. He held her with one hand throughout the whole process.

Amazing arm strength.

Nan Jiaojiao squeezed the muscles on his arm with satisfaction, smiled, and her eyes were as curved as a fox's.

Bo Yanqing removed her bun, held the hair dryer in one hand, and skillfully fiddled with her hair with the other.

He ignored her messy hands, just looked at her face and teased: "What's the rush?"

Nan Jiaojiao is just a little thoughtful.

It's not difficult to guess at all.

But after being exposed by him in person, she felt embarrassed. She clenched her fist and punched him in the heart, "Bo Yanqing, you are so perverted that any move you make can lead you to inappropriate places."

"Um."

Bo Yanqing said slowly: "Where are you touching?"

"Pecs." Nan Jiaojiao blurted out.

Her fists were soft and weak, so she punched him once, and then she scratched his chest muscles twice with her fingers through his shirt.

Anyway, he controlled the atmosphere, so she was too lazy to be pretentious and snorted, "Good exercise, keep up the good work."

Bo Yanqing laughed and didn't care about her.

After drying his hair, he collected the cord of the hair dryer and hung it on the wall.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly jumped on him. Fortunately, he didn't move away. Before his eyes even saw her, his body reacted on its own and hugged her.

She didn't let Bo Yanqing hug him tightly, and whispered in his ear: "Wash quickly, I'm waiting."

After saying that, get off him.

After flirting, run away.

I was afraid that he would catch up and I closed the door.

In the game, the cross flash is not as fast as her set of combo moves just now.

Bo Yanqing did not move, but after counting in his mind for half a minute, he turned around and opened the door.

Nan Jiaojiao leaned half of her body against the door frame, and the other half was lying on the door panel. As soon as he opened the door, she almost fell in. She quickly grabbed the door frame with her two paws. When she saw that she could no longer hold on, she hugged her.

"Why don't you help me?"

Does she have the nerve to be angry?

Bo Yanqing tilted his head inside, "Why don't you just come in and take a look."

"I don't want it!"

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, turned away proudly, and added an unnecessary sentence: "I'm afraid of needle eyes."

"Then you are quite young and can digest it quite well."

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned at that moment, suddenly came back to her senses, turned around and ran towards him, only two steps away, Bo Yanqing closed the door.

She braked suddenly, protected her face, and slapped the door twice, "I'll take care of you when you come out!"

The naughty bitch is so naughty, it doesn't sound like a threat at all, more like coquettishness.

After Bo Yan finished cleaning, there was only one lamp left in the room, or a standing lamp next to the sofa. The light could not illuminate the entire bed. Nan Jiaojiao was lying in it, with the quilt raised and covered with

A shadow.

Bo Yanqing roughly wiped the ends of his hair twice, threw the towel on the desk lamp, and turned off the light at the same time.

He lifted the quilt and was just about to lie down. Nan Jiaojiao was lying on her stomach, with her outer foot stretched to the edge of the bed. As soon as he got on the bed, she kicked him over. Her legs were so strong that they pressed against his calf.

sleep.

Bo Yanqing said: "How about I sleep on the sofa?"

Nan Jiaojiao immediately got up, retracted her feet, and knelt down with her knees against the bed, so that she could lie down on her side, and her hands and feet were naturally hung on him.

"Don't even think about it."

A hint of smile flashed in the man's eyes. He put the quilt over his heart and bent the arm on her side to pillow it behind his head.

"Sleep."
Chapter completed!