Chapter 91

Fu Heng's black hair was slightly wet in front of his forehead. Just coming out of the bathroom, his beautiful eyes were filled with a layer of dense fog.

The white cheeks dyed red by hot water looked at Bai sang, mixed with a little shyness.

Bai sang raised his head when he heard the news. He saw the young man in pure white pajamas. The clean color set off the young man's skin, white as snow, delicate and beautiful. The skin exposed from the neck is soft, tender and white. Looking down, it is sexy and beautiful clavicle.

People were close. She could smell a faint bath fragrance from Fu Heng.

"Finished washing?" Bai sang sniffed at the man and said with a smile, "you really smell good."

Fu Heng heard this sentence and felt his cheeks burning.

Then he got up at a loss and stood in front of Bai sang as if he couldn't stand steadily.

Just as his head turned quickly, how should he answer sister Bai's sentence.

Bai sang threw the iPad on the sofa, put his hands around Fu Heng's waist and rubbed his head on his stomach. "It's really fragrant. I like it very much."

Fu Heng felt his head explode and burst open.

The whole person is stiff. His head is stiff and dare not turn. What do his hands do.

[when the task is completed, increase the love value.]

Bai sang just let go.

Yes, just came to the task.

She dared to hold people.

Of course, the fragrance on Fu Heng is also true.

"Sit here and I'll tell you about tomorrow's trip." Bai sang sat beside the man.

When Fu Heng sat on the sofa, he covered his chest with his hands and lowered his head.

It's like trying to dig a hole under your feet.

"What's the matter with you?" Bai sang found something wrong with him and quickly helped him.

Now Fu Heng feels ashamed. His face is hot and must be red.

I dare not raise my head at all. I can only respond with Weng Sheng: "it's all right."

Bai sang didn't believe it was all right when he looked so uncomfortable.

"You look up."

"It's all right."

Fu Heng's head is lower.

"You raise your head." Bai sang held his head in his hands and wanted to lift it up.

They just pushed and pushed.

At this time, Fu Heng put a force on his hand. In fact, he just wanted to push Bai sang away a little.

"It's all right."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Bai Sang was pushed back by him. The fear of wrestling scared her to seize Fu Heng's collar.

Fu Heng was caught by her and fell to the ground together.

Bang.

Bai sang fell to the floor, his back was numb and his head was dizzy.

Fu Heng put his hands on both sides of her head and pressed his whole body.

"Well." Bai sang suffered the pain of falling on the floor and Fu Heng's weight.

In her mind, she fell miserably.

But on Fu Heng's side, those exquisite eyebrows stared up, took a breath and pressed on Bai sang. He didn't dare to move at all.

They were still very close, just a few millimeters away, and he could kiss sister Bai's pink lips like petals.

Extremely ambiguous

Bai sang slowed down for a long time before he came over and breathed out: "it hurts ~"

The exhaled breath spread all over Fu Heng's face, and a piece of crisp hemp quickly rushed from his face to his heart.

He felt his heart burst again

Bai sang opened his eyes, his eyes slightly red, looked at the young man in front of him closely, found that he was in a state of trance, and stroked his warm cheeks with his hands, which felt a little wet.

Poor Baba said, "I'm in pain."

Fu Heng didn't seem to hear it. He grabbed the soft little hand on his face with one hand, "sister Bai, I want to kiss you."