Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1730 New Year’s Sweets (6)

She stopped and saw the man who came to her room.

The man was folding clothes for her, and the fair-skinned hands that were supposed to be holding a pen and a scroll always took so much trouble when doing these tedious little things.

Fold one by one, meticulous and careful.

Under the flickering candlelight, his eyebrows and eyes were stunning, as white as snow.

The clear and profound facial features are the appearance of an extremely ruthless emperor.

Even if it is seldom revealed, but invisibly, it always gives people a sense of decisiveness and stern oppression.

It makes people uncontrollable and wants to surrender.

Fortunately, maybe it was due to his temperament, or maybe it was because the light in the room was too soft, which softened the inherent thin emotion between his brows and eyes, Yun Si stood there looking at him, and paused for a while.

Then, like a clingy kitten, she sat beside him and hugged him.

She couldn't help but want to rub against his arms and smell the refreshing fragrance of his body that made her feel at ease.

Not afraid of him at all.

On the contrary, she was too coquettish.

"Why are you here? Are you planning... to sleep with me?"

She hugged his waist, raised her head, her eyes were bright.

Her hair was wet, wet, and cool.

The god who was supposed to be ruthless and cold stopped his movements and lowered his eyes.

The deep and deep purple eyes were full of tenderness, and there was a bit of helplessness.

"And you don't wipe your hair?"

He put down the clean clothes in his hand, and reached for the dry cloth beside him.

"Sit down."

The snow-white and warm fingertips tapped her forehead.

Gently and softly, with warmth, without any deterrent effect.

The goblin, who was extremely good at climbing up the pole, sat directly on his lap.

Hooking his neck, the delicate and flowery little face moved closer.

"You wipe, I don't move."

Her extremely bright peach blossom eyes are always so bright.

Bent, two small pointed canine teeth were exposed on the lips.

Smart and flamboyant, the fragrance of flowers on her body almost makes her soul intoxicated.

That person who is extraordinarily domineering and arrogant outside is like a good fox cub who wants to be petted and hugged at this moment, wishing to show his soft belly.

I want him to touch and rub, to rub against him intimately, to hold him tight, to be extra clingy.

Only cling to him.

The gentle and good-tempered god stared at her quietly.

Probably because she was in a bad mood today, so he lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He only wiped her wet hair quietly and softly, even if she kissed her, he just glanced at her helplessly.

He didn't make a sound, but the flirtatious and cold eyebrows almost softened like water.

It turned into tender water, moistening things and pampering her silently.

The radian of the lips has never disappeared.

After finally drying his hair, the placket of that snow-white god was also messed up.

Lip color is bright, ruddy like blood.

The warm eyes are a faint purple, slightly moist and bottomless.

There were even a few ambiguous bite marks on the fair neck.

Like the little red plums in the white snow all over the sky, they are vivid, mottled and clear.

The god took out the restless hand that was in his clothes, and his breath was a little heavy, but it was still steady and not chaotic.

He pinched her cheek gently as a punishment.

"Not good again."

His tone was soft, not like scolding, but more like coaxing her.

Coax her, be more misbehaving, and do more excessive things.

The glamorous flower demon sitting on his lap took a lot of advantage and was very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)