Chapter 220

Lu Yan's hair is short and short. It's easy to dry when he blows it. He droops his head slightly. When he blows his hair, he sees a wound that has not been healed at all, but it's scabby. She avoids the wound.

After waiting for the hair to dry, Lu Yan casually put the hair dryer aside.

Before the metaphor could be reflected, his slender fingers gently released on the belt of his bathrobe, and the belt suddenly loosened. The whole bathrobe was open, revealing his tight and slender figure.

The words and metaphors were in a daze. All the eyes could reach were Lu Yan's body.

The next second, the poor bathrobe, fell to the ground.

She was shocked: "Lu Yan, why do you take off your clothes?"

Lu Yan still looked down at her. His eyes were very black and bright. Under the light, it was like the stars falling. If you look carefully, you can see her figure reflected in his eyes.

After the rhetorical question, he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pursed his lips and rolled his Adam's apple up and down gently.

He didn't know how long he had been staring at the simile. His voice was hoarse and said, "what do you say?"

Yu Yu curled her fingers and stared at him. Slowly, she also reacted. The more she reacted, the more red and hot her ears were. She felt that she really thought too much.

Lu Yan hummed coldly. He couldn't hear much emotion. He turned around and turned his back to the words.

His shoulders are broad, with clear texture. His muscles are cold and hard. When he is tight, they are knotted one by one. Down there is a strong waist line with smooth radian.

The vision of metaphor is broad. Even if you don't want to see it, you can see the lines of his buttocks at the same time.

But this is not the point. The wound on Lu Yan's back is quite serious.

It was in order to avoid the tram that day, when she was padded behind her, she was bruised. Suddenly, it was blue and purple.

Then, Lu Yan lay down on the bed. He grabbed a bottle of liquid medicine on his slender and powerful hand and handed it to Yu in front of him. His voice said plainly: "help me wipe the medicine."

The words didn't move, still looking down at his back.

Lu Yan didn't say a word, but his attitude was very obvious. He was hurt because of her. Anyway, she can't take too much medicine for him.

The voice of speech lightly swallowed, her eyes dim, swept his hand, one eye, took a cotton swab, took the medicine from his hand, dipped in it, and gently wiped it on his wound.

The temperature of the liquid medicine was low, and it fell on Lu Yan's back. It was only a little cold, but it was not cold, which made him feel gentle itching.

He tightened the lines of his chin, dark eyes deep, people can not see clearly.

The way to apply the liquid medicine is to start from the wound on the shoulder, then slowly down, and finally on the waist. The old cotton swab is thrown into the garbage can, and then a new cotton swab is taken. When applying it, the little finger of the right hand accidentally hooks his muscle.

Lu Yan's waist was even tighter, just like a soft feather blowing gently, with a shudder.

After more than a year of marriage, even after three years, Lu Yan's emotional reaction is still clear.

She pursed the corners of her lips, only feeling ironic in her heart. Men are like this. No matter how far away two people's hearts are, his body will still react to another person.

She didn't even feel like taking the medicine. She daubed it casually, then threw the cotton swab into the dustbin and said in a low voice, "OK."

Lu Yan was still lying on his stomach. When the Potion on his back was dry, he slowly turned over, naturally lifted the quilt and lay in.

Yu Yu's feet couldn't move. Her chest heaved. She looked at the crutch along the direction. She didn't know when the crutch had been put far away from the bed by Lu Yan.

Yan Yu pursed his lips and said, "Lu Yan, I asked my aunt to clean up your room for you. You go to the guest room to sleep."

Lu Yan slightly tilted his head. The man's vision was very calm. The bedside lamp cast a thin shadow on his deep face and covered it with a layer of fog.

Even the words also have to sigh, the years are really preferential to him. In the past three years, time has only polished him. His facial features have not changed much, but his overall temperament has become more and more unfathomable. It makes people feel a strong sense of distance, but it also tempts people to gradually approach him. Young and old take it all. Whether it's young girls or strong women in the workplace, I'm afraid

can't help but be attracted to him.

Cold as a sword, soft as spring breeze.

If he is really the spring breeze, it is also the early spring breeze with a chill.

Lu Yan had dark eyes and sharp lips: "guest room? Did you forget what you promised me in the morning? We are all adults, so we should not misunderstand the conversation in the morning. "

Yanyu quietly looked at Lu Yan for a long time, with a cold expression. She didn't say anything, and also lifted the quilt. However, far away from Lu Yan, it was inconvenient for her feet to be cast. She could only lie upright.

Lu Yan seemed to chuckle a little.He reached out, turned off the light, and the whole room fell into darkness.

As if he didn't hear anything, he closed his eyes.

Lu Yan, who was beside her, leaned towards her, but in a flash, the whole person fell into Lu Yan's mind.

The temperature of the man's body is relatively high, and naked, and she is only separated by a thin layer of nightdress fabric.

Yuyu bought a pink silk nightdress, which is extremely thin and silky. As soon as they touch each other, the nightdress will slide up slowly in the direction of strength.

Words and metaphors feel Lu Yan's tight body lines, strong muscles, and strong strength without hindrance.

He has a unique flavor.

smells a little sweet, not a shower gel, not a perfume, nor an ointment. It can't be described.

Lu Yan's whole body embraces Yu Yu. His arms are firm and powerful. Warm breathing sprays on her ears. The air around her seems to be warming up.

With her chest undulating and deep breathing, she clenched her lips: "Lu Yan, don't touch me."

Lu Yan gently "um..." Her voice was more perfunctory. The more she said it, the more restless his hand was. She had lifted up the hem of her nightgown, and the skirt had piled up on her waist along her tender skin. His thick fingers poked in and consciously stopped on her soft waist.

She is very thin. There is an obvious bikini bridge in her waist and abdomen, and Lu Yan's fingers vaguely stay near the bikini bridge. As long as he is cruel, he can sink into her clothes.

Yu's heart shrinks, and she grabs Lu Yan's hand. But it didn't work.