Before Ru had time to make mental preparations, Meng Xing had already walked out of the bathroom.

Fang Ru swallowed, saw Meng Xing's hair was still dripping, had an idea, and said, "My hair is still wet, so I can't sleep, or I'll catch a cold easily."

Meng Xing is not in a hurry now, the night is still long, how long can Fang Ru hide.

"Since your hair is wet, let me dry it for you."

Meng Xing took out a dry towel, asked Fang Ru to sit with his back facing him, and began to slowly wipe her wet hair with the towel.

At first, Meng Xing was very serious as Fang Ru rubbed her hair. When her hair was almost dry, Meng Xing used his fingers instead of a towel, and slowly stroked Fang Ru.

By the time Fang Ru realized something was wrong, Meng Xing had already picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed.

"At this moment, you have no reason to reject me, right?" Meng Xing stared at Fang Ru, his eyes were full of fire.

Fang Ru closed her eyes, feeling a little nervous: "Take it easy."

"I will."

Meng Xing slowly leaned over to Fang Ru, kissed the charming red lips, and fell drunk in those sweet red lips.

The night was still long, and with a light and short exclamation, a pair of lovers merged into one in the dark night, composing a moving movement together.

The music is sometimes short and quick, sometimes long and slow, and it is especially touching in the dark night.