Huang Xing turns his body back and pulls it on his ass: Well, that's the action!
Fu Zhenxin's face flushed. She ran forward and patted Huang Xing's chest with her hands. She scolded repeatedly: you are necrotic! What a joke!
Huang Xing relieved a smile, once again took Fu Zhenxin's small waist, said, let's start, jump! Fu Zhenxin put herself in very quickly, holding Huang Xing's left hand in her right hand, twisting her body gently and counting the beat: Dong Tata, seven Tata
But along with the music, without "Tata" a few words, Huang Xing accidentally stepped on Fu Zhenxin's feet.
Huang Xing quickly moved his feet away and said sorry. Fu Zhenxin said with a wry smile, I thought you really can jump, but you can't do anything!
Huang Xing said unfathomably: everything will be meaningless.
Indeed, Huang Xing is a good dancer. He is not good at any dance. Today is just a feeling, suddenly on a whim, I want to bathe in the music with this beautiful little lady. No matter what rhythm he has, no matter what melody he has, it is the highest level of dancing that he can follow his feelings.
There is no fairyland in the world like this.
In this romantic atmosphere of self entertainment, Huang Xing stepped on Fu Zhenxin's feet again. Fu Zhenxin finally can't bear it. She kicks her feet towards the side and her slippers fly out in an instant.
Huang Xing followed suit and took off his slippers and socks. It's fun for them to dance barefoot.
When Huang Xing accidentally stepped on Fu Zhenxin's feet again, he was not willing to move away. Instead, she took the sole of her foot and rubbed it gently. Fu Zhenxin said, what are you doing? Huang Xing said, nothing.
Skin friction, collision out of intense sparks. Huang Xing is close to Fu Zhenxin and leaves a kiss on her forehead.
Fu Zhenxin shyly raised her head to meet Huang Xing's warm lips. The fiery lips kiss her eyes, the tip of her nose, and then the lips. Their bodies, can't help but soften down, relax, relax again.
They hugged each other tightly.
After leaving a kiss on Fu Zhenxin's cheek, Huang Xing can't wait to take her hand and walk to the bedroom.
Fu Zhenxin shrunk her hand and said, hum, you just want to... I'll take a shower first, I want to... I want you to see a fragrant me.
Huang Xing stroked her hair: you are fragrant now.
Fu Zhenxin said, "I'm full of sweat.". A slender hand gently stroked Huang Xing's chest, then turned to the corner and put on the pink slippers.
Huang Xing followed Fu Zhenxin to the bathroom door and said shyly, I want to wash with you.
Fu Zhenxin raised her head: bah, that won't work! You have to wait in line!
Huang Xing said: time is life, time is money. One person washes, so do two. Besides, I can rub your back.
Hooligans! Fu Zhenxin scolded with a smile, but didn't go directly into the bathroom. Instead, she took a key from the tea table and asked Huang Xing to go to her room downstairs to find a set of pajamas for her.
Huang Xing is happy to help. For men, it's a blessing to be able to visit a beautiful woman's boudoir. Take the key to go out, go downstairs, open Fu Zhenxin's door, a burst of fragrance similar to Fu Zhenxin's body, come. Huang Xingshun walked forward with the strong fragrance, directly into her boudoir. It's not too big a bedroom, a Quanyou single bed and a yellow wall lamp. There are some animated pictures on the wall. Next to the bedside table, there is a four story shoe cabinet with all kinds of fashionable women's shoes on it. Huang Xing goes to pick up a pair of high-heeled shoes and looks at them carefully. His heart bursts out. He thinks these shoes are very beautiful.
There are eight doors and four rooms in the wardrobe. There is a word written on the door of each cabinet, four words in total: spring, summer, autumn and winter. When I opened it, I found that the clothes were neatly arranged according to the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. What a delicate and clean little girl. If you marry her, you must be a good housekeeper.
But at the thought of the word "marry," Huang Xing was stunned. He suddenly asked himself, is he really going to marry Fu Zhenxin?
This question mark entangled Huang Xing for two minutes, until she found a beautiful white suspender nightdress in her "Xia Zi cabinet". Smell the fragrance above, there is no washing powder smell, and I don't know what this Fu Zhenxin usually uses to wash clothes‘ On the inside of "Xia Zi cabinet", there are several fashionable and sexy lingerie. Huang Xing chooses them and holds them together. Almost at this moment, Huang Xing suddenly felt very funny. This plot develops a little fast. It seems that I have already started to take on Fu Zhenxin's husband's job.
Before leaving, Huang Xing also put his head into Fu Zhenxin's wardrobe, feeling the beauty breath of soul taking.
Take clothes back to the original place, the bathroom sounded the gurgling sound of water.
Huang Xing in the bathroom door, quietly listening to the sound of water for a while, yelled: clothes come.
Fu Zhenxin said from the inside: let's put it in the bedroom first.
Huang Xing did. When Huang Xing returns to the bathroom door and wants to ask for another mandarin duck bath, Fu Zhenxin has wrapped up her bath towel and walked out with a towel wiping her hair. What a sexy picture of a beautiful woman taking a bath. Huang Xing is infatuated with it. Fu Zhenxin passed by and said, it's your turn. Then went straight into the bedroom. Huang Xing couldn't help but said with a bitter smile, you tied up the bath towel, how can I get out later? Fu Zhenxin replied in her bedroom, whatever you want! I don't mind if you want to be naked. In desperation, Huang Xing can only accept his fate. The bathroom is filled with a special fragrance. Huang Xing turns on the tap and washes his body while looking for something on the spot. But almost all of a sudden, Huang Xing felt that the water was getting colder and colder. I quickly adjusted the switch of the hot water raft, but it didn't help. Huang Xing realized that there was no water in the solar energy. Daren Qing Fu Zhenxin's bath just now almost used up all the hot water in the solar energy. No wonder this girl is so watery. She must waste water in her life. However, after half washing, we can't give up halfway. Huang Xing can only bite his teeth, slow down the flow of cold water, carefully clean the body. After a hard wash, Huang Xing shivered and dried his body with a towel. Then he put on a new underwear and dried his hair in front of the mirror. Honey, I'm coming! Huang Xing holds his arm against the cold and walks into the bedroom. The desk lamp has been turned on, and the faint radiance has painted the whole bedroom with ambiguous colors. Fu Zhenxin has put on her nightgown and a blanket. She is lying on the bed, playing with her mobile phone attentively. I'm freezing! Huang Xing screamed with exaggeration. A wolf rolled over, lifted the corner of the blanket and went in. His body was shivering with cold. Fu Zhenxin felt a cool whizz of gas and rushed over like a wave. Then, Huang Xing's cold body got into his blanket. The temperature drop and collision, let Fu Zhenxin suddenly shrunk body, complain and say: what, you just came out of the refrigerator, body so cold! Huang Xing wrapped a blanket on his body and said with a wry smile: you still say! You ran out of hot water. I took a cold bath! Fu Zhenxin chuckled and scolded. She deserved it! Huang Xing said with a smile, but also schadenfreude! Fu Zhenxin moved her body to the side and said, "you are so cold. Huang Xing said pitifully: Zhenxin, give me some warmth. Fu Zhenxin puts her mobile phone on the head of the bed and stares at Huang Xing: what's the warm way? Is that ok? Unexpectedly, she stretched out a hand and caressed Huang Xing's cold chest to warm him. If friction can really generate heat, Huang Xing feels the temperature of his body rise sharply in an instant. The weak desk lamp, flickering with a weak light, shines on her face, especially pitying. The blanket was thrown away in a corner in their frenzy. The yellow star kisses her greedily. Fu Zhenxin's eyes fluttered, excited with a trace of excitement, excited with a trace of panic.