Huo Yan suddenly tasted a salty and astringent taste. He stopped kissing comfortably and returned to his senses. He quickly withdrew his hands from her chest and let go of the hands on her head.
Her cheeks were covered with big hands, warm and moist.
The man who has always been as calm as a mountain is a little flustered. He wipes his tears gently and says in a hoarse voice, "Why are you crying..."
Don't open your face, avoid Huo Yanqian's hands, move your body to the side, come out from the gap between Huoyan's body and the door plate, while quietly weeping, tidy up the chest clothes that Huoyan has messed up.
Huo Yan put his long fingers on his eyebrows and gently pinched them. It seems that the fragrance of the girl's body is still lingering on his hands.
The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and a touch of impatience rose from the abdomen.
Huo Yan leaned to lean against the nearby wall, took out the cigarette box lighter from his trousers pocket, felt a cigarette, bit it in the corner of his lips, held the lighter in one hand, and sensed the distance between the lighter and the cigarette in the other hand.
Whew!
The cigarette ignited.
The act of relaxing wiping tears stopped, and suddenly remembered that Huoyan asked her to help him light his cigarette. Since he could light his own, why did he ask her to help him?
Yes, she saw Huo Yan smoking several times later, but she didn't see him lighting his cigarette, but she didn't think of this.
This man Too bad!
I knew to bully her.
More and more comfortable feel aggrieved, tears like broken line beads, Baba Baba kept falling, how can not wipe clean.
If you can't wipe it clean, you can't wipe it easily. Let the tears slide down her plain and beautiful face.
I'm afraid that the people outside can hear what's going on inside. I feel comfortable and I can't cry.
Huo Yan leaned to smoke and unbuttoned the button of the third lesson on his chest. His handsome brow was frowned tightly, and his brow was covered with boredom.
One smokes, one weeps.
The air was quiet and stuffy.
The sound and laughter of playing mahjong outside clearly came in.
After crying for a while, I let out my inner feelings. Then I went to the washing table, turned on the tap, held a few handfuls of water, washed my face and looked up. My eyes in the front mirror were red, and there was a hazy water mist at the bottom of my eyes.
At first sight, it's the trace of crying.
This kind of trace will not disappear in a short time. She can't hide in the bathroom all the time. She is too comfortable to care what everyone thinks. She turns around and walks towards the bathroom door.
As soon as he put his hand on the handle to open the door, he was held by a big hand.
Then Huo Yan's deep and hoarse voice sounded beside him, "I'm sorry..."
At the same time, a warm feeling appeared in the comfortable fundus of the eye. He raised his head slightly and pushed back the wet feeling in his eyes. "Let go, I want to go out."
"Heart......"
"I want to go home." Shuxin bear the mood of heart rolling mouth, voice soft, grievance, but also dyed the hoarse crying.
Huo Yan tilts his brow and frowns. His hand on the back of his comfortable hand is gently clenched and let go.
When the door opened, Huo Yan said, "I'll let Yang Ji see you off."
Comfortable out of the bathroom, head down straight to the outside, came to the sofa to take their bags.
Ji Lingfeng sees the appearance that Shuxin seems to want to leave and asks hurriedly: "do you want to go home?"
"Well," he replied, looking down Then take the bag and walk to the door.
"Wait a minute..." Ji Lingfeng just got up and was pulled by Ji Chifeng.
"Brother, don't hold on to me. I'll ask for the number." Ji Lingfeng looked at the comfortable tone that had opened the door and walked outward and said anxiously.
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