Chapter 177

After another toss and turn, he finally got up from bed and rushed into the bathroom.

The cold water flows down the head and converges into small rivers on the tile floor. He finally felt that the inexplicable heat in his body faded away bit by bit.

When he left the bathroom after taking a bath, his eyes unconsciously looked at the window of Su Rourou's room.

In the night, the pink curtains were swinging gently with the wind, as if waving to him.

Feng's eyes narrowed slightly: he suddenly wanted to see her. It's strange that Mingming meets every day. Mingming just left, but he is so eager to see her.

Let's go. Just take a look. He said that to himself and did it.

In the quiet room, there was a slight sound of footsteps

Luo Yichen is like an elegant leopard, quietly approaching his "prey".

Su Rourou on the bed is sleeping soundly, breathing evenly and long, and has no observation of what is happening in the room. In fact, she can fall asleep as soon as her head is next to the pillow. It's also difficult for her to fall asleep tonight. It took her a long time to fall asleep.

Luo Yichen walked slowly to her bed and stared at the beautiful sleeping face on the bed.

Under the silver moonlight, her bulletproof skin is like superior ceramics, with an attractive luster. Long eyelashes, like butterfly wings, gently covered her beautiful eyes.

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was sleeping uneasily, and her ruddy lips tooted.

Luo Yichen's pupils tightened abruptly, his Adam's Apple moved, and the inexplicable heat that had just been pressed came up again.

He likes her for a long time. It's so long that he has to forget himself. How long has it been

He sat down slowly by the bed, and his hand slowly stroked her smooth forehead as if he had his own consciousness.

After a short pause on it, she slowly came to her fleshy cheek.

The touch from his hands was better than he thought.

He never liked those girls with awl faces. He just liked her small round face, which is smooth and elastic.

Su Rourou felt a slight discomfort in her sleep and muttered discontentedly.

Luo Yichen gently raised her hand, no longer kneaded her cheek, and slowly went down to her lips.

The slender fingers slowly stroked her lips, and the soft touch came from the fingers, making the cells of his whole body tremble.

The fire in the body seems to be burning more and more

He has been calm and calm since childhood. He is much more mature than his peers, and his self-control is also exceptionally good. However, in front of her, it seemed that all this was floating clouds.

She can always easily make him out of control, make him angry, make him jealous... And make him sink.

Luo Yichen's eyes suddenly darkened. He put his hands on the edge of the bed, leaned down slightly, and printed his Chun flap on Su Rourou's lips.

When he pretended to be drunk before, although he had a brief touch with her delicate powder, it was never enough for him to aftertaste.

This time, he has enough time to taste it slowly.

Her breath is very sweet, her lips are very soft, like a delicious QQ sugar that can't be chewed.

He unconsciously deepened this stability, and the last trace of reason was also removed from his brain... Years of emotion was finally released at this moment.