Chapter 403

A tall, straight, aloof and cool man came in with a room card and pushed the door.

Today's Shi Yuhan, a white suit, set off his original face like snow, a little more elegant.

He closed the door and wiped in the card.

When the light in the room came on, he saw song Qinghuan lying on the bed, who seemed to be sleeping soundly. His eyes, which were as dark as night, suddenly narrowed. It seemed strange and surprised that she was here.

A kind of cool air pressure, full of space. The air was so still that it was dripping.

When the cold without a trace of emotion, light look around the room, eyes cold and cold, finally fixed in the bedside table, the empty milk cup.

Slightly a Shu eyebrow eye, seem to have understood, this is how one thing.

Li qianze, he really has his own ideas.

When the cold eyes linger, light looking at Song Qinghuan, suddenly turned, seems to want to leave.

However, after two steps, he suddenly stopped, his body slightly stopped, and then turned to song Qinghuan.

He sat down beside the bed and looked at her sleeping face deeply. His slender big hand raised and caressed her forehead lovingly to help her smooth her messy hair.

After Song Qinghuan came out of the hot spring, he was only wearing a bathrobe, but he didn't change it all the time. At the moment, his collar was slightly loosened, revealing his white clavicle.

When the cold slowly stretched out his hand, the idea is to help her dress well, lest she catch a cold.

But when she touched her white and tender skin, it was as smooth as milk, and some of them didn't want to leave. The light in her eyes also slowly infected with desire.

When the cold slowly bent down, will head against song Qinghuan's neck nest, seems to be in control of the body, that turbulent rolling feeling.

But in the end, when success is near, Yuhan kisses song Qinghuan's lips, gently dallying, very gentle, dare not deep, only dare to use the tip of the tongue, light Xuan to depict her lips.

He didn't know what Li qianze had eaten for song Qinghuan. He was afraid that if he went too far, he would wake up song Qinghuan.

Gradually, the kiss can no longer be satisfied when the cold, his big palm began to drift in the waist.

During this period of time, I can't sleep at night. My mind is full of song Qinghuan, thinking about her breath, her temperature, her smile, her cry and her tears

At the moment, song Qinghuan is in front of her, and is keeping the most intimate distance. How can she let go of her domineering nature.

Song Qinghuan's bathrobe has been loosened and he lies naked under his body. When he keeps warm, he unties the shackles of his body. When he lowers his head again and kisses her on the lips, his lower body sinks straight in.

Song Qinghuan frowned and suddenly frowned.

She had a dream that someone was pressing on her and she was almost out of breath. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but she was so sleepy that no matter how hard she opened it, she couldn't open it. She wanted to lift her hand to push the person away and get a little breath, but it seemed that she was tied up and couldn't lift it.

Nightmare?

When song Qinghuan was a little flustered, there was a familiar smell around his nose. This is

She didn't want to admit it, but she was sure that it was for keeping out the cold.

Heart, unconsciously shaking up, what, how can she dream of him.