Chapter 896

At that moment, Xie Dingyuan was stunned and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Her body is soft and warm, her breathing is as light as blue, and her hand is flexible and light.

In the dark, there was a slap.

The belt was unfastened.

The next second, the man bowed his back like an electric shock, "Yueyue!"

He pressed her troubled hand, but his own hand could not stop shaking.

"... No." the remaining reason was struggling. Obviously he was panting so badly, but he still insisted on staying awake.

"Why?"

"I, we haven't got the license yet."

"But I've met my parents."

Xie Dingyuan was stunned: "... You are still young."

"If you mean age, I'm twenty today, count my previous life..."

Lou Mingyue died at the age of 25, plus three years of hard work, 28; If you count the time span of 20 years, you can be his aunt.

"Poof!" Jiang Fuyue couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"If you don't mean age, then... There's no way. Make do with it."

With that, before Xie Dingyuan could react, the kiss had fallen.

In the entanglement, the tight string in the man's mind - broke.

He turned over and stopped her. His eyes were black and heavy. "You have to provoke me today, don't you?"

"Didn't you say I could do anything I wanted?"

"Yueyue..." he struggled and endured.

Sweat slipped from the corner of her forehead and dripped on her chest.

Jiang Fuyue stretched out her hand, circled his neck, gently pulled it down, put her lips together, and said a word to the man's red ears——

"Xie Dingyuan, I want you."

"Give it or not?"

In two words, he was defeated.

"OK."

The room is full of bright stars and the two people are close.

……

I don't know when it rained outside the window.

In the morning, the water vapor condenses and the fog is misty, like a thick that can't be melted.

The room is heated and covered with a quilt. There are more lovers with close necks, as warm as March and spring.

Jiang Fuyue felt hot and turned over. The open quilt showed her white neck and half of her back.

Red marks are faintly visible.

The cool air came in and blew away the wet and greasy between her neck. Jiang Fuyue felt very comfortable.

But the next second, a warm chest stuck up, a long arm stretched out and fished her back.

Now, I woke up completely.

She turned over and faced him.

The eye is a man's well-defined side face lines, the bridge of the nose is high, and the eyelashes are dense and long.

Suddenly, the closed eyes opened, filled with a smile, but there was no bleary and hazy.

"You woke up long ago?"

"Well, a little earlier than you."

"Then you pretend to sleep?"

"Isn't it to accompany you?"

Jiang helped the moon nest to lean against his shoulder. "It's a little hot. Can I lift the quilt?"

"... are you sure?"

"Why? Shy? Haven't you seen everything you should have seen last night?"

Xie Dingyuan blushed despairingly.

On boldness, he conceded defeat.

Finally, it didn't lift it all, only pulled it down to expose the upper body.

It was cool. Jiang Fuyue was comfortable. She gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

……

Wake up again, the pillow is empty.

Last night's clothes were crumpled and crumpled, with something on them. Jiang Fuyue simply took Xie Dingyuan's shirt from the wardrobe, and then stepped into the bathroom barefoot.

Soon, the water sounded.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Fuyue came out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped. She found that the clothes scattered on the ground had disappeared, and the sheets and quilt covers had been replaced with clean ones.

It was neatly paved without any wrinkles.

The two pillows are also well placed.

Whose handwriting is self-evident.

Jiang Fuyue went to the living room and found no one, so she turned to the kitchen.

A smell of food came into her nostrils. She opened the lid and saw that a bowl of millet porridge and a dish of soup bags were warming over a low fire.

But I still didn't see anyone.

"Xie Dingyuan?"

Jiang Fuyue finished looking for the balcony and finally went to the laundry.

The man sat on a stool, a big basin in front of him, filled with foam. He was rubbing the bottom shirt of Jiang Fu moon in his hand. His eyes were focused, his expression was serious, and he did not know what he was doing.

In the other basin are washed underwear.

Yes, it's Jiang Fuyue's.

The stool was too short and his legs were long. He had no place to put it. He could only half curl up.

The washing machine in the back was working, and the noise covered up the footsteps. In addition, Jiang Fuyue didn't wear shoes. When he stood in front of him, Xie Dingyuan looked up.

"... wake up?"

"Well, how can you help me wash my clothes? I'll do it myself."

Xie Dingyuan avoided her hand. "Don't move. It's almost ready. There's breakfast in the kitchen. It's hot. Go and eat it."

Jiang Fuyue shook her head, moved a stool and sat next to him, "eat later."

Then he held his chin and stared at him.

"Why do you... Think so of me?"

"Xie Dingyuan, do you know what you look like now?"

"Like what?"

"Male mother."

“……”

It was breakfast and laundry. "Why are you so virtuous?"

"Just, you didn't change your clothes... I woke up anyway. I have nothing to do, so I'll wash it..."

His cheeks flushed and stuttered.

Soon, Xie Dingyuan washed the bottoms and hung them with his underwear.

During this period, Jiang Fuyue wanted to do it, but he stopped him.

"Let's go and have breakfast," he said, beating her across the bag.

Jiang Fuyue subconsciously circled his neck: "hiss - why? Put me down and I'll go by myself."

Xie Dingyuan looked at her feet: "how can I go without shoes?"

“……”

Hold her, put on your shoes first, and then go to the dining room.

Breakfast was put on the table. Xie Dingyuan copied his hands and sat opposite: "eat."

Jiang Fuyue: "don't you eat?"

"I ate it."

"... oh."

When Jiang Fuyue finished eating, Xie Dingyuan took the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, washed them and drained them.

His movements are not skilled, or even astringent.

But he did it meticulously.

After washing his hands and turning his head, Xie Dingyuan looked at Shangjiang Fuyue with a smile. Xie Dingyuan was at a loss and his eyes were empty.

Jiang Fuyue frowned.

Something's wrong.

She got up and went to Xie Dingyuan: "what's the matter with you?"

"... ah?"

"Why don't you dare look at me? I've been hiding."

"... yes, yes?" it sounds very empty and obviously lacks confidence.

"Yes."

“……”

Jiang Fuyue looked at the kitchen and said, "finished washing?"

"Well, it's finished."

"Go, go to the living room."

"Oh."

Xie Dingyuan seemed to be all wooden. He was pulled by Jiang Fuyue. Finally, he was pressed to sit on the sofa.

She was clever all the way and let her do whatever she wanted.

Jiang Fuyue: "look up."

He did.

"Look at me."

Xie Dingyuan's eyes fell on her face. The next second, he quickly moved away.

Jiang Fuyue looked inexplicably: "what's the matter with you? No wonder everyone says that men turn their faces after sleeping. It's true..."

"I'm not! I don't!" he was like a cat trampled on its tail. He suddenly braced up, his expression was nervous and his eyes were cramped.

"What's wrong with you?"

The man drooped his eyes and said nothing.

After a while, he seemed to make up his mind and said quickly, "I'm sorry, Yueyue! I couldn't help it last night... I shouldn't..."

If he was obsessed last night, he woke up for the first time this morning. He naturally and affectionately hugged Jiang Fuyue in his arms and took the initiative to entangle without shame. His crime was unforgivable.

When reason slowly returned, looking at the mess in the room and the pile of clothes on the floor, Xie Dingyuan was struck by lightning.

Self reproach and self loathing surged up quickly, so that he didn't dare to lie down again.

So, Professor Tang Tang Xie ran away without even putting on his clothes and ran out of the bedroom.

He cleaned the house, made breakfast, washed clothes, sheets and quilt covers, but even so, when facing Jiang Fuyue's four eyes, he couldn't help feeling guilty and ashamed.

"Sorry, Yueyue."

The man sat on the sofa with his head down and his hands on his thighs. He unconsciously clenched his fists like a child who did something wrong.

Lost, helpless, flustered, ashamed

Emotions mingled in his eyes.

Jiang Fuyue raised the man's chin, leaned close, pointed his nose at his nose, and breathed: "Xie Dingyuan, why do you look like a yellow flower girl? I took the initiative last night, don't you dare not promise? Don't I have no face?"

“？”

"What do you think I'm doing? Am I so unattractive to you that I eat it in my mouth and regret it..."

Jiang Fuyue cold hum.

"No, not so!" the man was caught off guard. How did she become unattractive?

"What's that?"

"You..." he was ashamed and bowed his head, "very charming, so I couldn't help..."

At this point, the naked eye was visibly annoyed.

"Really?"

"I didn't mean it. I promised to wait until I got married -"

Jiang Fuyue smiled and kissed him on the bridge of his nose. The man's words stopped suddenly.

The whole person froze.

Jiang Fuyue: "I'm very happy."

With that, she turned and walked towards the bedroom, regardless of someone who was still in a daze on the sofa.

The next second, Xie Dingyuan caught up, "Yueyue?"

"I like being with you, fool."

The man's eyes shine.

"Hey - what are you doing?!"

"Go to the bedroom!"

“？”

"What do you want? Blow your hair."

"... oh."