Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 185

The man symbolically knocked on the bathroom door, his deep voice was a little lazy, "An Qiyue?"

An Qiyue didn't respond...

The man was patient, with a heroic coldness on his brows, "If you don't speak, I'll go in."

There was a pause in the bathroom for a while, and the voice sounded a little flustered, "I'll come out when I'm dressed."

When Ji Liunian heard her voice, his brows relaxed. He leaned against the door, his voice was so faint that he couldn't hear his emotions, "You have to take it off after wearing it, it's unnecessary."

There was a series of rustling sounds from the bathroom, and then the door opened, and a woman rushed out with wet hair.

She looked at the man leaning against the door, and smiled brightly, "You know fart, you only feel it when you put it on and take it off."

The man... his face suddenly darkened, you shameless, the good flirting atmosphere was ruined by her fart...

Ji Liunian turned around and took out the hair dryer from the drawer and plugged it in, then walked behind An Qiyue and began to blow-dry her hair.

They are close to each other, with the fragrance of the fresh bath wafting on their bodies, touching their bodies is inevitable, and their postures are ambiguous.

An Qiyue... This is not the first time a man has blown her hair, but there is still a trace of warmth in her heart.

Those who are more patient than him, whose movements are gentle, and whose eyes are full of desires and desires, Ji Shaofeng is better than him.

An Qiyue remembered that the only time Ji Shaofeng gave her hair-drying in this life was probably the summer when she was 15 years old. On that day, there was lightning, thunder, and heavy rain. Ji Shaofeng held her an umbrella, but she was still wet from head to toe. Ji Shaofeng himself didn't need it. Having said that, the shower was worse than her...

Ji Liunian looked at the little woman in a trance in the mirror, his brows were slightly frowned, and his voice had a hint of displeasure, "What do you think?"

An Qiyue was startled... blurted out, "It's nothing."

Unless An Qiyue wanted to be tortured by Ji Liunian so badly, she would deliberately say that she was thinking of Ji Shaofeng blowing her hair.

No matter what kind of man, he is born with very harsh demands on women. He can allow himself to think about women, different women, and even sex with sexual intercourse, but he cannot allow his own woman to wander off and think about other men when he is with him. .

This is absolutely not allowed, especially the one in front of you.

Ji Liunian didn't believe it, with unhappiness hidden in his eyes, he threw the hair dryer to An Qiyue, "Blow it yourself!"

Ann July...

Five minutes later, the woman finally packed up and was willing to come out of the bathroom.

Ji Liunian... his Adam's apple rolled, he couldn't resist the temptation of a woman.

Her flushed cheeks were dripping with thin drops of water, and her eyelashes were long and lazily drooping.
The half-closed red lips seemed to be dissatisfied with someone, muttering about something.
As the man's eyes moved down to her pink and neck, the porcelain white was like ice jade covered with a veil, the jade skin and bones were fragrant and charming.

Ji Liunian put down the book in his hand and stood up from the single sofa, with a hint of evil in the corner of his eyes, "Are you coming, or am I going?"

An Qiyue... bit her lip, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by the man's scorching gaze, "Can you not do it?"

Ji Liunian walked up to An Qiyue. He raised his hands and held An Qiyue's petite face to meet his gaze. The thin calluses on his fingertips pinched An Qiyue's face with a little affection.

"An Qiyue, you are afraid, huh?"

An Qiyue's beautiful eyes flickered a few times, and she raised her voice guiltily, "Afraid? How do you write it..."

Ji Liunian looked down at her, his eyes were full of smiles, his thin lips curled slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "Then why are you shivering?"

(End of this chapter)