Quick wear: the blackened boss is fierce and clingy

chapter 121
Cyril rarely left without saying goodbye, and it was even less likely that he would leave her.

Tang Shu is very sure of this.

But that doesn't mean she can guess where Cyril and Odin went and what they did.

It wasn't until night fell that Odin and Cyril returned to the hostel one after the other.

The young man who was walking in front strode forward and touched the girl's cheek.

"It's cold at night, why do you wear so little?"

Leslie was holding back her breath, but instantly disappeared because of his words.

Turning to blame: "Where did you go, why did you come back so late?"

Aoting quickly comforted his lover: "Don't worry, I just went to the bookstore with Mr. Louis."

Then, Odin leaned over and whispered something in Leslie's ear.

next second.

Leslie's face turned red instantly, and she looked at Tang Shu with a strange look.

Tang Shu was stared at inexplicably.

Then I noticed that Cyril's eyes seemed to be different.

The young man was tall and tall, wearing a fitted black robe, his beautiful blond hair complemented his snow-white complexion.

At this moment, his eyes were lowered, as if he deliberately missed Tang Shu's eyes.

Tang Shu: ?
She almost wondered if Odin had done something to Cyril.

She pulled the man over and sat down, facing each other.

"Did something happen?"

Cyril shook her head.

Tang Shu stared.

Well, well, nothing can be seen.

Tang Shu had no choice but to give up and did not continue to ask.

She was going to ask Odin.

As soon as he stood up, his arm was held by Cyril, and he brought him into his arms.

"Ashu."

He called out in a low voice.

God gently closed his eyes, and slowly opened them again.

In the next second, he couldn't help but hugged the person horizontally.

Tang Shu was stunned.

His eyes looked at Cyril suspiciously.

The young man stared straight ahead, holding the girl in his arms steadily, and walked upstairs step by step.

Downstairs, Odin sighed: "I can only help you here."

...

Does God have desires?
In the past, Cyril would have said categorically, no, God does not have any desires.

But now, he gently put Tang Shu on the bed.

Lowering his eyes, his beautiful and slender fingers slowly intertwined with hers.

Cyril bent her knees, her slightly long blond hair fell down.

God lays out the steps in his mind.

Tang Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she even forgot that she could speak.

She lost her voice.

His eyes met the young man's slightly rolling Adam's apple.

Sexy and pretty.

The next moment, she was forced to meet those eyes suppressing desire.

"Tang Shu." God read her name reverently in his pleasant tone.

"Cyril loves Tang Shu."

He opened his mouth.

Tang Shu heard her own heartbeat.

She was stunned.

Under the man's increasingly enthusiastic gaze, he blurted out as soon as his head became hot:

"Tang Shu also loves Cyril."

The world stood still at this moment, the god's breath stagnated, and he began to execute the steps he had listed.

...

Blonde hair and black hair blend together, and the sound of cloth being torn is extremely ear-piercing.

The god bowed his head and kissed his girl earnestly.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized that there was no need for the guidance of books at all. Men are born with the talent of self-teaching in this area.

The night was deeper.

Tang Shu leaned back, with her arms around the man's shoulders.

From time to time, his head would bump into his slightly hard chest as he pitched.

She eventually lost her strength and passed out.

A second before closing her eyes, Tang Shu vaguely saw a pair of cold brown eyes.

Incomparably beautiful color, it is the first time to be infected with love and desire.

...

When Tang Shu woke up, the corners of her eyes were still red.

There was a mess on the floor.

Her favorite foreign dress was sacrificed last night.

(End of this chapter)