Guan Qiyou had already felt the changes in the person in his arms. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the little face drowning in his arms. Suddenly, a fire burst into his heart. He raised her body and kissed her...
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"Xue Wei..." His low, hoarse and magnetic voice was alluring, flowing in Xuewei's ears, tugging at her heartstrings every time.
Xuewei hummed softly, and her little hands subconsciously grabbed Guan Qiyou's neck. The huge pleasure made her feel weak, as if her soul had been drained. She could only rely on his strength, like a drowning woman.
The man urgently needed to find a piece of driftwood, so she hugged him and never let go.
Xuewei, who was still trapped in her personal consciousness, felt like she was like a small boat floating in the sea. Sometimes she was swept up by the strong wind, and sometimes she was thrown down heavily. She was tossed around among the waves.
, it felt exciting and pleasurable, as if every cell in her body was active and clamoring, making her want to scream.
When everything was over, Guan Qiyou used a soft towel to gently clean Xuewei again and again, washing away her fatigue and sweat... He always held her in his arms and was not willing to let her go.
, and she also relied on him very much, just leaning in his arms, being extremely obedient, and so well-behaved that it made him feel bad.
The two of them soaked in the water for a while. Guan Qiyou turned on the shower, rinsed his body, wrapped Xuewei tightly in a large bath towel, and then carried her back to the bedroom.
After placing Xuewei, Guan Qiyou looked up and saw the hangover soup on the table. In fact, it was okay not to drink it, just take a nap. But Xuewei had never been drunk after all, and Guan Qiyou was worried about her hangover.
, I would have a headache the next day. I lowered my head, straightened my bathrobe, and went downstairs carrying the tray.
Mrs. Li and the other servants had gone to rest early. Guan Qiyou walked into the kitchen, turned on the microwave, heated up the hangover soup a little, and then took it back to Xuewei's room upstairs.
Xuewei was lying there, breathing evenly and sweetly. Guan Qiyou glanced at the steaming hangover soup in his hand, and felt a little confused for a moment. He didn't know whether to wake her up.
After thinking about it, fearing that the little girl would fall ill the next day, Guan Qiyou decided to wake up Xuewei.
He hugged Xuewei, took her out of the bed, sat behind her, hugged her from behind, and allowed her to lie half-ly on him comfortably.
Xuewei seemed to be sleeping soundly. She was very unhappy when someone suddenly disturbed her dream. Her two delicate little eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and her little mouth was so pouted that it could hang an oil bottle. Her little appearance was very disturbing.
Qiyou's heart moved, so he had to hold her and give her a good kiss, but his body couldn't help but react again.
But, he couldn't. He had exhausted her in the bathroom just now. Now he had to find a way to drink this bowl of hangover soup to her, so as to ensure that she would be safe and sound tomorrow.
The hangover soup cooked by Mrs. Li is very good. Every time he drinks too much at a party, he will drink her hangover soup. When he wakes up in the morning, he will not feel the uncomfortable feeling of hangover and feel relaxed all over. Therefore, he knows the effect of this thing.
good.
Guan Qiyou scooped up a small spoonful, brought it to Xuewei's mouth, and drank it down. But as soon as Xuewei smelled the smell, she immediately frowned even more tightly, tilted her little head to one side, and tried her best to repel it.
A spoonful of soup almost spilled on him again, so Guan Qiyou quickly gave up and gave up this method.
Looking at the soup in his hand, and then at Xuewei who was half asleep, Guan Qiyou was still in trouble, not knowing how to feed Xuewei to drink.