Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2284 Soul Return (41)

Soon, behind her, the cold shadow fell on her like a ghost.

Topless, muscular.

Between breathing, you can feel the temperature emanating from his body.

Behind her, close at hand.

"What? Don't want to sleep?"

The hairpin she randomly inserted in her bun was taken away.

The long hair fell out immediately.

Waist length, soft like algae.

Accompanied by a light floral fragrance.

It was as if the other smells in the air had faded a lot.

Flooded between the two, there is only that ambiguous taste.

It's his and it's hers.

Mix and weave.

"..."

No matter how stupid she was this time, she knew what was going to happen next.

Want to turn around and push him.

As a result, he stood behind her and pressed her shoulder.

Don't let her turn around, just keep her back facing him.

"...that...sir..."

She felt that it was wrong to say that she wanted to sleep now, and it was wrong to say that she didn't want to sleep.

She tilted her head, trying to say something.

But in the next second, her vision was blocked.

Blocked by a thin gauze.

A card of what she wanted to say.

He was covering her eyes with cloth strips.

Unhurriedly, a knot was tied at the back of her head.

Still a beautiful bow.

Not too loose, but not too tight either.

She didn't feel uncomfortable, but when she looked around, there was white mist everywhere.

Outlines can be seen clearly, but details cannot be seen clearly.

"...First... sir?"

Subconsciously, she scratched back.

You can't catch his clothes, you can only touch his waist.

Rigid, extremely thin waist.

Like a rock.

The temperature is even a little high.

She bumped back and settled for a moment.

Before he could catch anything in the future, he was beaten and hugged.

Easily.

When put on the bed, the lights in the room are automatically sensed to be in night mode.

The headlights were off, only the bedside lights were on.

Dimly bright.

Can't see clearly, can only illuminate the bed.

"..." She subconsciously wanted to pull down the gauze covering her eyes.

But the man held her down.

Put her hand beside her.

Breathing is still steady, only a little rough.

The temperature of the palm is also very hot.

Calloused hands caressed her soft cheeks.

It was very gentle, but also strangely showed some irrational obsession.

The obsession attracted by this stunning red.

He blocked her bright, beautiful eyes, that maddeningly clean line of sight.

Let her not see how shaking her hands are at the moment, and how hysterical the expression on her face is.

The eyes became scarlet, greedy and full of desire, like a nasty beast, crazily lingering on her body.

I wish I could tear her up and swallow her whole.

Not even a strand of hair is spared.

He stroked her cheek softly, the tip of her ear.

There has been no movement, more like letting her relax.

Let the prey relax as if vigilant.

Beautiful eye-catching red, porcelain white as bone beauty.

He stroked her cheek, a little sick, as if possessed.

Rubbing with fingertips, it was almost on fire.

Can make people feel, his temperature.

Very hot, very hot.

Amazingly hot.

"..." The pretty beauty pursed her red lips.

Even if the view is blocked, you can still feel how hot his gaze is.

It's like opening Pandora's ink box inadvertently.

Originally, he was just admiring, but now...

"...Sir, how about..."

I'll change this dress...

(End of this chapter)