How many women like the crucian carp who want to climb his bed, will bully you, a young bean sprout who is still reading?

Shu Xin and Huo Yan go to the bedroom together. It's different from the room where she slept with fever last time. It's bigger, wider, but simpler.

There is almost nothing but a bed and a set of sofa and tea table.

Huo Yan leans to sit down on the sofa, leans his body into the sofa, and leans his head on the back. "Let's start."

"Good." Shuxin hesitates for a moment. When he gets to the sofa, he begins to give Huoyan a massage from the back. Compared with the front massage, it's a bit awkward and doesn't work as well.

But let her kneel on the sofa to give Huo Yan a massage, she dare not.

The comfortable, thin and white fingers hold Huo Yan's inclined temple, and start to knead with moderate force. Subconsciously, the line of vision falls on his face. Looking back, the contour of his face is more angular, especially the nose and lip line, as well as the jaw line, which is perfect.

It's comfortable to think that Huo Yanqing is the kind of handsome 360 without dead ends. No matter what angle you look at it from, he is so handsome that you can't be faultless.

"What does Miss Shu think of Xiaobai?" Huo Yan's deep magnetic voice sounded in the quiet and empty bedroom, as if there were echoes, waves of sound spread into the comfortable heart, especially pleasant.

It took Shuxin two seconds to reflect that Xiaobai in Huoyan's mouth refers to Huo Jibai. No way, this nickname and Huo Jibai's human settings are really not matched. She always thought of the pet dog in the crayon Xiaoxin in the first reaction.

Shuxin thought for a while before answering, "Huo Jibai is tall and handsome, with a distinguished family background. He is recognized as the school grass of a university and the God of men in the eyes of all girls."

Huoyan's eyebrows and heart were slightly frowned, and his thin lips were slightly tightened.

I'm glad to see that Huo Yan has been silent and has some drumming in her heart. Can't she answer that way? Don't all the elders want their younger generation to be excellent?

Or is she exaggerating too much, which should be more specific?

But how can Huo Jibai boast that he is not a truant or a fighter in school, but a dandy who doesn't work at all?

After thinking for a while, I finally thought of Huo Jibai's other advantages besides appearance and family background. "Huo Jibai's basketball skills are very good. He is the team leader of our school's basketball team. On the court, he is very young and cool. Every time he goes on the court, he screams and screams, and girls all scream like crazy..."

"You too?" Huo Yanqian suddenly interrupts the comfortable words.

It's a little difficult to be comfortable. Does she want to tell the truth? She never saw Huo Jibai play at all.

Or lie and say that she's like the brain powder of Huo Jibai?

After thinking about it, I chose not to answer the question, "Huo Jibai is very excellent."

After two seconds, Huo Yan gave a faint "hum".

However, how does Shuxin feel that her skin is slightly strained?

It's a sign of bad mood.

Did she say the wrong thing?

Are you exaggerating?

Or did he think of her hurting his nephew again?

At the time of relaxing and daydreaming, Huo Yan suddenly opened his unshakable eyes, "let's call it a day."

Then, he pulled his head away from Shu Xin's fingers, bent over the tea table and touched the cigarette case and the lighter, took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, took the lighter and turned it in his hand for a while, then turned his head, "Miss Shu, help light a fire."

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