There was a deep voice outside, "Captain, we've cleaned up, and the garbage has been brought down to you."
Then came the sound of footsteps and the sound of closing the door. It was completely quiet outside.
They were left alone.
"Take a bath?" His voice was muffled in the dim light.
Although Wenqiao was a little drunk, his consciousness was still very clear. His face was hot and spread to his ears, neck and heart. He held his big hand and nodded.
He turned around and went to the bathroom. Then he heard the sound of the water. After a while, he came back and said, "let the water out. Go in later, eh?"
Wenjo was lying in his bed, his breath was all around him, and he felt hot all over his body.
It could be alcohol.
"Well, good."
Fu Nanli turned to the cupboard to get her pajamas. He prepared them for her, but he still took a white shirt of his own. "I'll wear this in a moment."
On the white shirt was her close fitting clothes.
"No Didn't you buy me pajamas? "
There are all kinds of close fitting clothes. Why don't you have pajamas?
Master Fu said solemnly, "forget to prepare, buy next time, eh?"
"Oh, good."
Soon the bathtub was full of water. Fu Nanli carried her in. The heat was heavy. Wenjo sat on the edge of the bathtub and looked up at the person standing in front of her: "you You can go out Is that right? "
Fu Nanli coughed gently: "be careful of the slippery floor. Call me when you're ready."
"Well."
Wenjo soaked for a while. The heat and alcohol made her more confused. After taking a bath, she put on her clothes. Fortunately, his shirt was long enough, but the dog covered her thigh.
Wenqiao reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes and walked out of the bathroom uneasily. As soon as he opened the door, he was pulled into his arms by one hand.
He's been waiting at the bathroom door.
In the dim light, she leaned against his arms, listening to his heartbeat, barefoot stepping on his feet.
There was no sound but the two of them.
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the next morning, outside below, wenjo woke up in the arms of Fu Nanli.
Last night, he was so dizzy that he kissed him for a long time. After kissing, he could not remember how he fell asleep.
Thinking of last night, her face was hot again.
Oh, how did she become so easy I'm embarrassed.
It's not like me.
She put her head on his arm. I don't know how long it took. His arm should be very sour. She raised her head slightly to try to pull his arm out. The man bent his arm and tightened it.
The curtains were half closed, it seemed to be raining outside, and wenjo fell back into his arms.
The man is still sleeping, eyes slightly closed, eyelashes are very long, if the light, you can see long eyelashes light cover in the eye socket, less fierce, more warm.
Wenjo's eyes lingered, from the eyes, to the straight bridge of the nose, and then to the beautiful thin lips.
His face was always hot.
Can't help but touch his face, from the eyes to the lower jaw angle, but also very naughty to touch his not allowed to touch the laryngeal knot, the man suddenly pressed her hand, suddenly opened his eyes.
There was no drowsiness in my eyes. I woke up for a long time.
"Don't touch it."
Wenjo pursed her lips. "Oh."
He did not allow her to touch, but he could.
Only state officials are allowed to set fire, and people are not allowed to light lamps.
Mr. Fu's double mark is very good.