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Chapter 145 Aww, the old man made a foul!

"Oh... I'm going to change my clothes first."

She took her pajamas and limped into the dressing room.

Jiang Chunhe changed into a milky white bunny pajamas.

Shen Chaosheng asked Jiang Chunhe to sit down. She was eating, and he took a hair dryer to dry her hair.

This is Shen Chaosheng's first time blowing someone's hair.

He has a pair of good hands, slender and distinct, and his fingertips shuttle between her soft hair. Jiang Chunhe's hair reaches her waist. She likes long hair, and Shen Chaosheng also likes her long hair. She looks very cute and delicate.

Jiang Chunhe wiped her mouth when she was full, and Shen Chaosheng helped her to tie up her blow-dried hair lightly.

"Now that I've had enough to eat and drink, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Xiao Chun'er?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm uncomfortable, it's all your fault, it hurt my foot..."

The words were very soft. If it was Jiang Chunhe before, he would have slapped him, "It's all your fault, I hurt my foot!"

Just like a little female beast with fried hair!
Now Jiang Chun can't reconcile, and she seems to be losing her temper with Shen Chaosheng.

I couldn't even help complaining that my previous self was too bad to Shen Chaosheng!

Shen Chaosheng smiled and didn't get angry with her, "Apologize to you for my husband, okay?"

"How to pay?"

"Give you a dance."

Oh?
Jiang Chunhe became more interested, and immediately felt relieved.

"Can you dance too? What kind of dance?"

"Samba."

Jiang Chunhe just froze.

People who dance samba are fiery, sexy, enthusiastic and unrestrained.

Jiang Chunhe couldn't associate these four words with Shen Chaosheng.

In Jiang Chunhe's eyes, even if Shen Chaosheng is dancing, he should be Tai Chi for the elderly, or a slightly cooler and more soothing ballet.

She didn't expect Shen Chaosheng to dance samba, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like.

Shen Chaosheng stood up, stood in the open space in front of the bed, put his left hand on his stomach, and bowed to Jiang Chunhe.

He was dressed in a black shirt, covering his slender figure. There was no accompaniment in the whole room, but it was better than the accompaniment. From the beginning, he surprised Jiang Chunhe. A man who always likes static aesthetics can dance like this... …

sexy.

Yes, it is sexy.

The shadow of white, the darkness of black, intertwined and merged on his body.

He seems to have trapped himself in a circle, and all his moving steps are within that circle, step by step, the light falls on the tear mole under the corner of his right eye, like dots.

The shirt on his body was already loose.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned the buttons one by one. This action matched his sexy dance steps, and he did it slowly, which made Jiang Chunhe's mouth dry for a while.

Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!
The key is that the buttons are all unbuttoned, and he will not take them off.

Jiang Chunhe shouted in his heart: Take off!You take it off! ! !

But she was so open, with strong muscles and abs, alluring her like a leg of lamb!
Just one song.

Jiang Chunhe blushed, grabbed the lemonade on the table, and drank wildly.

"..." Shen Chaosheng panted slightly, and saluted Jiang Chunhe again.

"Ma'am, are you satisfied with watching?"

"It's, it's okay! Compared with my dancing skills, you are still a little bit worse! Who taught you this?"

"My mother."

Loud.

It was his mother again.

Jiang Chunhe noticed that Shen Chaosheng's eyes suddenly changed, as if, as if...

What is foreshadowing.

(End of this chapter)