Chapter 121

The light fell and covered his face with a subtle sheen.

It is to fade the cold when sober, showing a strong sense of youth.

Xiao Xing Xing has already fallen asleep, and aunt Lin has also fallen asleep. Yanyu goes to the kitchen by himself, gets the wake-up soup, and carries it after it is ready.

She put the soup on the table, turned around, bent slightly and said in a soft voice, "Lu Yan, drink the sobering soup. Don't drink like this again."

Lu Yanting was obedient and opened his eyes immediately.

His eyes were full of red blood. He was a little tired, and his eyes seemed a little blank.

He sat up straight, handed the metaphor to him, and then he took it. Then he sat quietly and drank it up. After he finished, he pursed his lips, raised his eyes and stared at the metaphor.

Yu looks down at him and suddenly wants to laugh. Does Lu Yan want to ask for praise?

She stares at Lu Yan's facial features, and is a little distracted. He is very similar to little star.

Little star's facial features are more like him, with long and clean eyebrows and dark eyes. But usually little star likes to laugh, but Lu Yan is always indifferent. Therefore, at first glance, their looks are not similar.

Now, drunk Lu Yan put away the coldness of the past, and there was faint water vapor in his dark eyes, like fog floating in the starry sky.

They're really like each other.

It is said that the heart lake is soft, and the face that has been standing still is collapsing.

But Lu Yan still looked at her, motionless, thin lips gently pursed, the living room only opened a floor lamp, light yellow, a little bit of nostalgia, his black hair in such a light, showing a soft luster.

Simile curled his fingers and touched his hair.

She suddenly felt that Lu Yan was like a pet dog waiting for Shun Mao. As soon as she thought about it, the pet dog suddenly hugged Yu Yu's waist.

His cheek was on her belly, but he didn't say anything.

Inexplicable, especially tender.

Yanyu blinked her eyes and her eyelashes trembled. She said, "Lu Yan, you have to take a bath now."

When Lu Yan took a bath, Yu arranged his clothes in the bedroom. Now it's time to change seasons.

Just when she was helping Xiaoxing to arrange her clothes for the new season, she just arranged a little bit, and then she got a call and asked her to pick up Lu Yan.

Now just fold up the rest of the clothes.

But when she was finished, there was still no movement in the bathroom. There was a slight crease between her eyebrows. She walked over and stood outside the door, knocking gently.

"Lu Yan?"

Her hand stopped, and it was still quiet. There was no sound.

The traces of the metaphorical brow grew deeper and deeper. She curled her fingers and continued to knock.

There is still no response.

The metaphor hesitated for a long time, and her chest heaved slightly. Her white fingers gently twisted the door handle. Unexpectedly, it opened.

Lu Yan didn't lock the door at all.

She went in. In the spacious bathroom, the light was bright and the air was fragrant. Under the light, there was a white bathtub with fragrance beside it.

In the bathtub, Lu Yan was lying. He closed his eyes and leaned against the edge of the bathtub. Did he fall asleep like this?

The water lines in the bathtub reflect the light of the bathroom, with bright luster and faint heat coming out of the bathtub.

Yu hesitated to go: "Lu Yan? Are you asleep? "

Lu Yan didn't move.

She can't let Lu Yan lie in the bathtub tonight. Then he will catch a cold tomorrow morning. If he catches a cold, it will be her and Xiaoxing who will be affected.

Because he was taking a bath, Lu Yan's whole body was not covered up. His lines were smooth, tight, slender and well-defined. There were drops of water rolling down his neck, sliding over his undulating chest muscles, and then on his abdominal muscles.

The vision is controlled by metaphor, and no longer looks down.

She squatted down, stretched out her hand, patted Lu Yan's face gently, and called him softly: "Lu Yan."

Lu Yan's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his nose was straight, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Yu continued to call, the hand slightly increased some action, just want to shoot again, the man suddenly opened his eyes, that pair of dark pupils, and her amber, one by one on.

His black hair had been soaked through, and even water was dribbling down vaguely, falling a little bit along the sharp outline of his cheek.

He pupil Mou a moment not instantaneous ground stares at her, clearly drank to wake up wine soup, don't know why eyes still have not sober drunk.

Yuyu pursed her lips. As soon as he was about to take back his hand, he suddenly grasped her hand. Without hesitation, he wrapped her hand in the palm of his hand and slowly tightened it.

Lu Yan's eyes reflect the reflection of the light, as well as the refraction of the water light. The low light is cool, which is the night full of stars.

Simile struggles to get his hand back, but he doesn't move.She asked him, "Lu Yan, are you still drunk?"

Lu Yan's Adam's Apple moved and didn't answer her question. She was quiet for a long time. Her thin lips were slightly raised and her eyes moved down, covering her red lips.

It has clear luster, attractive color and fragrance.

He moved his thin lips, raised the end of his eyes, and a faint smile appeared. He said, "I want to kiss you."

With that, he directly kisses her on the lips, a little impatient.

Yu Yu feels that Lu Yan has been fond of kissing these days. His Adam's apple rolls up and down. Transparent water drops roll from his sexy throat. Everywhere they go, they are traces of ambiguity.

He put one hand around her neck, the other hand around her chin, more like holding her face, in her moist soft lips.

Yu wants to push Lu Yan away without thinking about it.

Lu Yan stares at her eyes from a close distance. His eyelashes can move across her skin and stick to her lips. He says quietly, "just kiss for a while, OK?"

There is something in Yu's heart that collapses into a corner. She is a little too weak to resist. She is as gentle as a young Lu Yan.

Two people's breathing entangled, for a long time, just each other panting to release.

Lu Yan kiss in her cold earlobe, warm touch, let her a little goose bumps.

The next second, Lu Yan laughed, voice clean: "how do you so like sweet wine?"

With that, he pushed away the metaphor a little, and then stood up straight without shame.

Yu Zheng Zheng, pursed his red lips, raised his eyes.

Although they had already done something closer, the tip of her ear was still a little hot. She said: "Lu Yan, why don't you tell me to stand up?" Lu Yan's eyebrows were innocent. He picked his eyebrows and let the water drop down. He was a little closer to the words. His voice was low for several times: "a little uncomfortable..."