urban fascination

Chapter 19: Helplessly hiding in the bathroom

The hair was sticking wetly to the face, and the face was filled with a spring-like luster, which was charming and charming.

With a well-proportioned figure, arms like lotus roots, and those same legs, they are so soul-stirring, Zhihao couldn't help but stared blankly.

Yu Ting blushed, and said softly, "What are you looking at? Is your sister pretty?"

"It looks good." Zhihao nodded hastily, giving Yu Ting a very serious impression, Yu Ting couldn't help laughing, "Just take a look, how can my brother look at my sister like this."

Zhihao nodded quickly and said yes, his eyes still couldn't leave Yuting around.

"Go for a rush too, it's hot."

"No, I'll go back and rush."

"Sister, it's very convenient here. I've been tired all day, and I feel comfortable after a long day."

"Yeah." Zhihao nodded.

There is still Yu Ting's lingering fragrance and a faint smell of shampoo in the bathroom. There is a special feeling. This feeling makes Zhihao stand under the nozzle, and he doesn't want to turn on the tap for a long time, as if when the water is flushed, Yu Ting remains here The breath, along with the water flow, washed into the floor drain.

Zhihao still slowly turned on the faucet.

The lukewarm water splashed on Zhihao's body, making him very comfortable.

Zhihao put away his distracting thoughts, and rinsed seriously, as if he wanted to wash away the dust and all distracting thoughts on his body.

Zhihao was washing seriously, and Zhihao was quietly listening to the sound of the water.I heard Yu Ting say outside the door, "Let's wash your clothes by the way, the washing machine is nearby."

Zhihao put all his clothes into the washing machine, and when the washing machine started to spin, he realized what he was wearing after the clothes were washed.Wanted to stop, it was late, the clothes were completely soaked in water.

Zhihao had no choice but to rinse over and over again. He took the bath fluid, rinsed it off, and rinsed it again.As time passed slowly, Zhihao looked forward to his clothes being washed and dried soon.Even if it's a little wet, it's better than no clothes at all.

Yu Ting said with a smile outside the door, "It's been such a long time, and it's still washing. It's slower than me. After washing, come out."

Zhihao had a sad expression on his face, almost crying, "Sister Ting, the clothes are still in the wash, I'm coming out, what are you wearing...?"

"I forgot." Yu Ting chuckled, "Sister will fetch you a piece of clothing."

Yuting gently knocked on the door, Zhihao hid behind the door and opened a crack.

A pair of pajamas was handed over, along with Yu Ting's jade lotus-like arms.

Zhihao took the pajamas and hastily closed the door.

What would Yu Ting look like if she came in?Zhihao thought in a daze.My heart was full of contradictions, looking forward to Yu Ting's coming in, but also afraid of Yu Ting's coming in, that unbelievable thing began to swell slightly, Zhihao's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he cursed himself for being worthless.

Zhihao finally waited for himself to calm down, and put on his pajamas, which were thick pajamas like a windbreaker. Looking in the mirror, Zhihao felt that he fit well.

Going out like this, like a laid-back big boss?

Zhihao looked left and right, he didn't look like a big boss, he didn't have the richness, nor the maturity and conceit of the big boss.I am too immature, still young... Zhihao secretly smiled, but heard Yu Ting shouting outside, "The clothes are all put on, why are you still hiding inside?"

Zhihao had no choice but to come out with a blushing face, always feeling empty.

Yu Ting sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, watching TV.

The posture is particularly elegant, especially those two legs, smooth as jade, long and sexy.

Zhihao gently sat next to Yu Ting, and felt Yu Ting's charming feminine breath again.

Zhihao wants to hug Yuting.

Yes, there is a charming woman beside her. She is a beautiful woman with a slim figure and elegant temperament.Sensitive parts of the body are looming in front of Zhihao. Zhihao is a young man in his early twenties, the age at which he cannot control his impulses.

Zhihao wanted to hug Yuting, but he hesitated in his heart, a little embarrassed, afraid to look at others, lowered his head shyly, and fiddled with the hem of the skirt, no, it was the hem of the skirt, the hem of the pajamas.

"Let's take a shower, isn't it much cooler?" Yu Ting spoke softly, breaking the embarrassment between the two of them.

"Yes, yes." Zhihao nodded, still not daring to look at Yuting more.

"I don't smell of sweat anymore." Yu Ting leaned closer and smelled Wen Zhihao's body.