Reborn My 1993

Chapter 337 A Hard Night

"Okay, it's time to wash."

After adjusting the water heater and preparing things for a bath, Zhang Yiming came out and said to He Yin.

"Ah."

He Yin entered the bathroom obediently, and gently closed the sliding door of the bathroom.

Zhang Yiming went to sleep on his side to make a bed for He Yin. In fact, there was no need to make a bed at all. Gan Jiumei prepared everything very well. The quilt and bed sheets were all new. Only he lived there once before. What, as soon as Zhang Yiming approached the bed, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance that belonged to Gan Jiumei.

In the bathroom, the water from the shower fell on the floor, making a splashing sound.

This kind of sound is obviously often heard, but at this time, the sound seems to be enchanted, and some kind of image will always involuntarily appear in Zhang Yiming's head.

brute!

Zhang Yiming cursed himself in a low voice, then walked to the bookshelf and took a book, trying to calm down the colorful things in his head.

But there are some things that really cannot be suppressed. For example, the harder Zhang Yiming suppresses, the more active and vivid the things in his mind become. It’s even like watching a movie. 5D movie.

"Yiming, I've done the laundry, but I didn't bring a change of clothes, can you lend me your shirt for a while."

The book in Zhang Yiming's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Half of He Yin's body leaned out from the bathroom door. Although none of the key parts were exposed, the wet hair, the neck covered with water droplets, and the aroma of shampoo wafting from the body were like It's a handful of fireworks, so unstoppable blooms in front of Zhang Yiming's eyes.

The most important thing is to bloom in the body.

"I'll look for it."

Zhang Yiming tried his best to fix his eyes on his feet, lowered his head and went to look for clothes in the closet.

"Give."

Zhang Yiming took out a piece of clothing at random, and sent it outside the bathroom with his head down.

"ah."

Hearing He Yin's voice, Zhang Yiming raised his head subconsciously. He Yin didn't catch the shirt, and the shirt fell on the ground. He Yin hurried to pick it up, but the glass door opened a crack uncontrollably.

"Go in and change, I don't see anything."

Breathe as quickly as you want.

The heartbeat can be as fast as it wants, as if it will jump out of the throat in the next second.

Zhang Yiming turned around to avoid letting He Yin feel his state just now.

Perhaps no one can imagine what kind of limit Zhang Yiming's body has reached in that instant just now, just like a person who has been walking in the desert for half a month, when he ran out of ammunition and food, suddenly saw a small oasis, How many people can hold back their steps and not enter that oasis, even if they know it is a mirage.

"Yiming, I changed."

He Yin's footsteps seemed to be right behind Zhang Yiming, and Zhang Yiming's nose seemed to have smelled the smell of He Yin's body, as well as the dampness that evaporated from the water droplets that were not completely dry.

He Yin in front of him, with long wet hair hanging down his shoulders, wet the shoulders of the shirt. Although the shirt is loose, it still can't completely cover He Yin's curves. The shirt never reaches He Yin's thighs. But the exposed part is still slender and well-proportioned, full of temptation.

"Well, I've made the bed, you go to bed first, and I'll take a shower."

After speaking, Zhang Yiming rushed directly into the bathroom as if fleeing from a refugee.

The bathroom was steamy, and the smell of He Yin lingered everywhere.

Zhang Yiming turned the water valve to the far right and turned the water to the coldest. He had to use this method to cool down his body and also to extinguish those things that were about to move in his body.

When Zhang Yiming came out, He Yin had already entered the side sleeper, and the door of the side sleeper was closed, and Zhang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

He really didn't want anything to happen between him and He Yin at this time, but if he followed the posture just now, he really couldn't guarantee it. Fortunately, He Yin was already asleep.

Back in his room, Zhang Yiming read the book for a while, and finally felt sleepy.

"who?"

But when he was sleepy, Zhang Yiming turned over and felt that there was someone on his bed, and he immediately sat up startled.

"Yiming, it's me."

He Yin?

"Why are you in my bed?"

Zhang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately brought up his breath again. In the middle of the night, the lonely man and widow shared the bed, so he really thought he was Liu Xiahui!

"I can't sleep alone."

In the darkness, He Yin's face was not very clear, but his voice sounded pitiful.

"Then you sleep, I will accompany you."

Zhang Yiming sat on the side of the bed, leaving the seat to He Yin.

"Yiming, why are you hiding so far away? Can I still eat you?"

Auntie, I'm afraid I'll eat you!
"I'm going to the bathroom, Ma Shan is back!"

Zhang Yiming quickly slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom.

NND, this is really a test of his determination!
"Yiming, I want to rely on you, okay?"

As soon as Zhang Yiming returned to the bed, He Yin stretched out his small hand to grab Zhang Yiming's hand, and pulled it slightly.

Zhang Yiming took a deep breath and lay down next to He Yin. He Yin slipped into Zhang Yiming's arms like a pet cat.

Warm and fragrant nephrite.

Skin like fat.

Fragrant.

Y burned himself on fire.

Zhang Yiming's body was very stiff, he really didn't dare to relax, he was afraid that once he relaxed his mind would also relax, and he would be completely unable to hold back.

Amitabha.

Zhang Yiming didn't know how to recite the Qingxin mantra, so he recited these four words over and over again in his heart.

Fortunately, He Yin didn't move anymore, and Zhang Yiming's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the room. Zhang Yiming couldn't help but look down at the little woman nestled in his arms. Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and her eyelashes seemed to move when she fell asleep. Her red lips were like two petals of delicate roses. The petals are mouth-watering.

Loose shirt, the neckline is slightly open, the scenery inside is looming.

cough cough.

Zhang Yiming coughed dryly in his heart, didn't dare to take another look, closed his eyes, continued to recite Amitabha several times, and finally fell asleep slowly.

The next day, Zhang Yiming woke up with a burning smell.

"on fire?"

This was Zhang Yiming's first reaction, he threw off the quilt and rushed out.

"Yiming, are you awake? I made poached eggs for you, but the porridge seems to be mushy."

Seeing He Yin wearing a loose shirt and an apron standing in front of the kitchen stove, Zhang Yiming felt a surge of happiness and warmth that even he could not describe well.

"Silly girl, you need a small fire to cook porridge. If you turn the fire up so high, it's no wonder the porridge doesn't get mushy."

"Huh? I haven't cooked before, am I stupid, Yiming?"

"Yeah, stupid, but...I like it."

Zhang Yiming walked behind He Yin, wrapped his arms around He Yin's waist, put his chin on He Yin's shoulder, and the morning light came in, making the whole room warm.

(End of this chapter)