After Shen quietly took a shower, he put on his bathrobe and returned to the bedroom. There was no one in the room.
She wiped her hair with a towel in surprise and looked around, but still found no trace of Jiang Zhixian. This guy has changed his gender and didn't stay in her room. Isn't it scientific?
Did something happen?
Shen Qiao was a little nervous. Just as she was about to go out to take a look, she heard a soft knock on the bedroom door.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhixian walked in from the outside wearing a loose bathrobe, exposing her tight muscle chest, and feeling cool all over.
His hair was wet and seemed to be dripping with water. The neckline of his bathrobe was in a deep V shape and was open all the way to the waistband. If he moved it, he could even see two spots of red on his chest.
"You?" Shen quietly looked at him and noticed keenly that this guy actually went to the guest room next door and took a cold shower.
Jiang Zhixian took the towel from Shen Qingqian's hand, turned behind her, and carefully wiped her hair.
"It's a bit hot." He said slowly and hoarsely.
Shen quietly glanced outside the window. In the quiet little garden, the breeze was swaying and the willow stream was gurgling.
To say that the weather is too hot is really far-fetched.
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the room was warm and harmonious. As usual, Jiang Zhixian helped Shen quietly blow-dry her hair, and then applied a layer of hair care oil thoughtfully. It was something she rarely did, but it looked very... It was so skillful that it didn't hurt her the first time.
After Shen Qiao's hair was dry, she offered to help Jiang Zhixian blow dry her hair. Unexpectedly, this guy was so talented that he let it dry naturally.
"Is it too late for me to wash it again now?" Jiang Zhixian asked unwillingly.
"What time is it now?" Shen quietly pulled the person back, "Your mental strength hasn't fully recovered yet, so don't worry about it."
"Okay, whatever the wife says is whatever it is." Jiang Zhixian let her hand pull him to the bed.
The seeds in his heart were beginning to sprout, and they came and came, and tonight he finally managed to see the moonlight after the clouds cleared.
"Sleep honestly." Shen Qianqian's face turned red.
But the meaning is self-evident.
Isn't it obvious enough that a woman is willing to share half of her bed?
Jiang Zhixian's eyes lit up, and the smile on his lips almost reached behind his ears.
He suddenly bent down and picked Shen Qiao up, and the two of them hit the bed directly. The soft bed bounced, bringing the two of them together intimately.
Before Shen Quietly screamed, Jiang Zhixian had already lifted the quilt and wrapped her in the quilt, and the two of them just rolled into a ball.
Under the soft quilt, there are two overlapping bodies.
Because the movement was too big, the bathrobe spread out a lot, and Shen Qianqian was so frightened by the hot chest that she didn't dare to move.
"Jiang Zhixian, tomorrow...tomorrow..." She swallowed her saliva, thinking that she had important things to do tomorrow and it was really not a good time to indulge in pleasure.
Jiang Zhixian buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath, "I know."
He spoke in a hoarse voice, and his deep eyes seemed to suppress the stormy waves.
"Then you, calm down first?" Shen quietly said implicitly.
Feeling the change in the man, her face was extremely red, and even her neck was filled with a faint pink color.
Jiang Zhixian traced her collarbone back and forth with his hands, finally cocooning himself and rolling aside with difficulty to calm down.
Using the same quilt, two young people with the same rapid heartbeat fell into a strange peaceful period.
"Ahem, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Shen asked quietly, "How about I..."
It was hard for her to speak, and she almost bit her tongue when the words came to her mouth.
Jiang Zhixian was a self-taught person. He leaned to the side and grabbed Shen Qingqing's hands. He played with those soft and boneless hands under the quilt, remembering the way she lifted up her skirt, and the way she held her hand. The look of the gun reminds me of the way she sat in the sun, raising her hand to cover her eyebrows.
Pictures filled his mind one after another, and Jiang Zhixian's heart had expanded to the entire galaxy, exploding into a firework.
"This time, let's play differently." Jiang Zhixian bit her earlobe and said hoarsely.
Shen Qingqing felt her back tighten and said in a panic, "What?"
"Close your eyes."
The man stretched out his long arm and let Shen quietly rest on his arm. The two hugged each other tightly, with almost no distance between them.
"Be good, let's try some mental soothing."
Jiang Zhixian's sexy voice penetrated Shen Qiao's sea of consciousness.
For the first time, she knew that she had already been unable to extricate herself from Jiang Zhixian.
The moment their spiritual tentacles intertwined, both of them couldn't help but tremble. It was a fusion of spirit and body, a kind of spiritual desire being satisfied.
Under the strong stimulation, the brain secreted dopamine, and the two people's sea of consciousness completely merged into one.
It is still a vast prairie, with warm sunshine pouring on the ground, and the soft grass is full of flowers.
When the wind blows, it smells of green grass.
When I opened my eyes, I saw white and flawless clouds stretching out in the blue sky.
All the beauty in the world is at this moment, and nothing can disturb them.
"Do you like it here?" Jiang Zhixian gasped and pressed her down on the grass.
Shen Qiao smiled softly, her eyes turned into crescent moons, "Jiang Zhixian, I feel your love."
"Really?" The man moved, "What does it look like?"
"I don't know." Shen Qiao's eyes were blurry. She raised her hand, trying to grasp the sky. The moment she closed her fingertips, it was like touching the clouds, and then she opened them again, and a little starlight radiated from the palm of her hand.
"That's probably it." Shen quietly murmured to himself.
The love she could see as soon as she grabbed it was full of the sense of security given by Jiang Zhixian.
"I heard that mental soothing is more comfortable than that. Do you want to try it?" Jiang Zhixian touched her eyebrows and focused her eyes on him again.
The moment the two looked at each other, the world turned pink.
Shen quietly thought that if Jiang Zhixian was lying here, she would definitely be able to tell.
But the world has not changed. All of Jiang Zhixian's promises come from the heart. They love each other and deserve the best blessings.
This is a hearty spiritual comfort, and every aspect of Shen Qiao's needs is taken care of.
It's not like the small fights in the past, nor like the kind with Wen Xiao, where you explore the other person's heart and repair his sea of consciousness.
This is true spiritual comfort and the sublimation of spirit and body.
That night, both of them slept deeply, and with each other's help, their mental strength recovered.
The most outrageous thing is Jiang Zhixian. As an SSS-level mental power, Shen Qingqing possesses the purest and most powerful mental power. That kind of abnormal repair ability, almost overnight, restored his dilapidated sea of consciousness. Remodeled again.