Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 278

Yan Huai was silent for a while, and then revealed a small furry head from under the quilt at an extremely slow speed, looking at He You for a moment.

He picked him up again and held him in his arms.

Her hair was not dry yet, water dripped from the end of her hair, wet a small piece of Yan Huai's tail, and it was slightly cool.

Yan Huai shook his tail, and patted He You's wrist with his little paw.

He blinked again, then let go of his hand.

The little fox jumped out of her embrace and landed on the ground, revealing the figure of a young man Qingjun.

Yan Huai lifted He You's handkerchief from her hair, sat by the bed, and gently dried her hair.

He sat face to face with Yan Huai again, with his head down, allowing Yan Huai to wipe her hair, shaking his head as he moved.

As far as she could see, was Yan Huai's clean white clothes from the chest down.

The young man exerted a little force on his hands, and his clothes were tightened and then loosened, outlining a clean and thin waistline.

The thin clothes faintly reveal the outline of smooth abdominal muscles, which are most likely to lead people to commit crimes.

He licked his teeth again, the little hand hanging on the side was already ready to move.

She blinked, and stretched out her sinful hands towards the abs she had coveted for a long time.

Yan Huai wiped He You's hair earnestly, but when someone touched his stomach suddenly, he stiffened suddenly.

The movement of the young man's hands stopped, and the long curled eyelashes trembled non-stop.

Unexpectedly, that little hand was still a little restless, He pursed his lips again, with a little excitement in his eyes, he touched the outline of the line all over.

The azure blue eyes were filled with water in an instant, and the throat swallowed several times sharply.

The big fluffy tail popped out from under the robe in an instant, different from Yan Huai's stiff body, it was shaking happily.

Holding He You's hand with plain white and cool hands, Yan Huai looked away, a bright red behind his ears.

He You's troublesome little hand was caught, she raised her head to look at Yan Huai, and blinked.

"It's okay to touch it for me."

The boy's voice was low and hoarse, and upon listening carefully, there was a slight tremor.

"Didn't you touch it?"

With an innocent face, He moved his paw that was held by him.

"But I haven't touched enough yet."

Yan Huai pressed his red lips tightly, his ears were hot and rosy.

He shook his head, his voice hoarse.

"Enough, enough."

He blinked again, deliberately playing a rogue.

She pouted: "Why are you so stingy."

He looked down at his round belly again, held Yan Huai's palm with his backhand, and placed it on his belly.

She said generously: "I can touch it for you too, that's fair."

Although there are no abs on her stomach, only fleshy.

Yan Huai's body stiffened for a moment when his palm touched the girl's soft belly, and he completely lost his response. Even the big tail that had been wagging stiffly and stopped immediately.

The heat spread from the palm to the straight and sexy collarbone, and the whole body became hot.

After a long time, the long eyelashes trembled.

The azure blue eyes were wet and glistening, the boy spoke with an unbearably hoarse voice, soft and full of slight grievances.

"You can't bully me like that," he said.

Yan Huai lowered his eyes, covering his wet eyes, and his big tail rested lazily on the side of the bed.

He blinked again, and let go of his hand.

She retorted softly: "I don't have one."

Where did you bully me?

She touched her nose with a guilty conscience, and her fingers touched the ends of her still wet hair.

He stretched out his hand again and shook Huai's sleeves, his apricot eyes were shining brightly.

When she spoke, her voice was soft, as if she was acting coquettishly, the girl had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and her cheeks were slightly red, she was soft and unaware.

"Hair still needs to be wiped."

Yan Huai glanced at her still wet hair, and silently picked up the handkerchief.

(End of this chapter)