Kiss You, Sweetheart

"Don't you want to wash it?" Song Zhixin approached her with a bad smile on the corner of his mouth

Demi's face changed slightly.

Every word he said was so deep in his heart.

She looked at him, eyes so cold, as if really dealing with a deal.

Demi, do you still want a deep relationship between the buyer and the seller?

"I'll wash it." Demi takes back her eyes and passes by song Zhixin calmly.

Song Zhixin had been standing at the door, until he heard the sound of the bathroom door being closed, his eyes moved slightly. He turned around and looked at the bathroom door, his eyes filled with a complex light that was hard to say.

In the bathroom, there was the sound of water. Song Zhixin looked at the bathroom more deeply. The throat glided slightly, the corner of the mouth slightly raised, there was a touch of imperceptible warmth.

He stepped on his legs and walked slowly.

The bathroom in the presidential suite is beyond imagination. It has all kinds of modern designs, but Demi chose to take a shower, which is the fastest way to take a bath.

She just wants to end this shameful deal quickly.

is rubbed with liquid soap. It is even more slippery. Demi is looking up, letting the water flow down from the body and washing the foam on the body.

The bathroom door, it's open.

She instinctively surprised, covered her chest with her hand, looked at the well-dressed song Zhixin, standing at the bathroom door, looking at her with such deep eyes.

It's like looking at the incoming prey.

It has to be said that her figure has become more perfect and attractive because she participated in the model competition. Song Zhixin's chest is slightly undulating.

There was a blush on Demi's face. I don't know why she was shy in front of him many years ago. Once, she was so bold to tease him.

"I'll be ready in a minute." In the sound of water, Demi's voice is very small.

But song Zhixin walked towards her step by step as if he had never heard of it. At the door of the shower room, he stopped.

Demi closed the glass door, still holding her chest.

Song Zhixin stretched out his hand and suddenly opened the door. The water curtain pouring from the shower fell on the marble floor and splashed on him.

"You..."

As soon as Demi spoke, song Zhixin stepped into the shower room, and the water soaked him all over. The space in the shower room was not big. He was so tall and crowded in, and the space was gone. Demi had to lean back against the wall.

The way she covers her chest is more or less like adding to the lily.

Song Zhixin stares at her deeply, reaches out his hand, and pulls her arm away from her chest

"Don't..." Demi's subconscious low voice.

"Pretend to be reserved." But song Zhixin sneered with sarcasm. "What's on you that I haven't seen before?"

Demi: --

Today is different from the past. The meeting of Chicheng at that time was not humiliation

She didn't say a word. She bowed her head slightly, but song Zhixin put a hot kiss on her body, and the hot kiss fell on her lips

A time of entanglement, as long as a century.

Demi was very dry. She didn't have the pleasure of meeting dry dew in the long drought. On the contrary, the pain made it hard for her to recover. Finally, she clenched the quilt, almost enduring it, as if she were suffering.

Her frown fell into song Zhixin's eyes