Chapter 7237： Special hand towel

"Well, Yu Rou, you've been so strict to yourself, do I still have a golden eye?"

Zhang Xiaofan said with innocence.

After listening to Zhang Xiaofan's words, Luo Yurou was also ‘蹭 ——! I threw a pillow out of the quilt and greeted Zhang Xiaofan's body, her voice trembling, said.

"You turn around quickly!"

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan took the pillow thrown by Luo Yurou along the way, and he couldn't help showing a bitter smile on his face, said.

"OK ..... OK ..... OK ....."

"You make me turn, then I'll get better ..."

It was said that Luo Yurou was also tiptoeing, slightly raising a gap up the quilt, and sneaking a glance in the direction of Zhang Xiaofan.

After confirming that, Zhang Xiaofan really turned around very “gentleman”, and then she carefully moved her handkerchief into her chest, and began to wipe her body gently.

However, with such a simple and simple wiping action, Luo Yurou can deeply feel that the towel in his hand is like Zhang Xiaofan's big hands, rubbing his skin gently and gently, which makes Luo Yurou could not help but trembled fiercely.

This feeling, really can only be understood indescribably, it is really amazing .....

However, while Luo Yurou himself was reminiscing about the beauty and distraction of it, he only heard Zhang Xiaofan's dry coughing from outside the quilt, and only he said.

"I said Yurou, have you wiped it? It's been almost half an hour. You don't have to grind for too long. It's not a joke to get wet and evil!

After listening to Zhang Xiaofan's words, Luo Yuroufang shivered. She quickly drew her handkerchief out of her body and threw it towards Zhang Xiaofan.

"What urging, I've wiped it long ago ..."

Hearing that Zhang Xiaofan didn't look back, raised his hand just grabbed behind him.

As soon as he grasped the palm of his handkerchief, he could clearly feel the warmth, and the wet feeling came along.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaofan's heart is unavoidable ’I thought to myself, saying.

"This......"

"It seems to be that Luo Yurou just used to wipe the towel on his chest ..."

To be sure, Zhang Xiaofan loves Zhao Yinger deeply in her heart, and her affection has never been shaken from beginning to end.

But even if he is deep in cultivation and strength, he can't jump out of this man's affection.

The human heart is made of flesh, not to mention that Luo Yurou has paid so much for herself. Even how indifferent Zhang Xiaofan is, and how hard-hearted he is, he cannot help but be moved at this moment.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt that the towel in his hands seemed to feel fragrant and pleasant. A faint fragrance that belonged to the virgin was like a wing, which penetrated into Zhang Xiaofan's nose.

For a moment, the surrounding scent was surging, making people indifferent ...

In contrast, Luo Yurou, the moment she threw the towel in her hand, she realized this sensitive and ambiguous point.

She shrugged her entire head into the quilt first ...