President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

That night, Su Yimo slipped into the study while Gu Shaoqian went to take a bath.

About twenty minutes later, I saw her sneaking out of the study with a piece of paper in her hand. When she returned to the room, she saw that he had not come out, so she hid the paper under his pillow.

Everything was ready. She sat uneasily at the edge of the bed and pretended to look at her cell phone.

Gu Shaoqian came out of the bathroom with wet hair. At a glance, he saw Su Yimo looking at his mobile phone. "Mo Bao, what are you so obsessed with?"

She bit her lips and looked up at him. "Look around. I'll blow your hair."

"OK." He likes the current state of life very much. With her with him, everything becomes very beautiful.

In front of the dressing table, one sat and the other stood, men and women.

Her fingers inadvertently rubbed his scalp and transmitted her temperature to his body.

"Qian, your hair is very good." I seldom see that boy's hair is so black and smooth.

"Less than one tenth of yours." He took her to sit on his lap and said softly in her ear.

A burst of crisp hemp spread all over her body, like an electric shock, "it hasn't been dried yet."

"No more." He finished, attached her lips and nibbled.

There were bursts of water stains in the room. They kissed on the bed all the way. The posture of women and men was very ambiguous.

Her fingers caress her cheek. "It's all your love in her eyes."

Su Yimo heard this and looked at him with a shy face.

He was never stingy in his praise of her, and he said a lot of sarcastic words. Every time, she couldn't help being shy.

This is probably because she is born with a thin face!

After intimacy, they lay in bed and discussed where to travel during the summer vacation.

This conversation was several hours later. Towards the early morning, both of them had some sleepiness.

He held her in a different position and turned off the light. "Go to sleep."

She was willing to sleep and wiped her eyes. "Qian, let's talk again."

"Aren't you sleepy?" He knew she was sleepy by listening to her soft voice.

"Sleepy, wait." She said coquettishly.

As if he thought of something, he smiled stiffly, "sleep when you're sleepy. It's the same to me tomorrow morning."

She didn't hide, "wait, I'll tell you first."

"OK." He was very spoiled and said to her that it was almost early in the morning anyway. He didn't want her to have regrets.

They hugged each other quietly, waiting for another day.

In the dark, a little voice was infinitely amplified. They listened to each other's breathing, and no one spoke.

Suddenly, an alarm bell came from Su Yimo's cell phone and sounded in the room, which was particularly harsh.

She picked up the cell phone that had been placed on the bedside table, pressed the bell off, and then put the cell phone in the original place.

"Qian, happy birthday." She finished and offered to kiss his lips.

He turned back impolitely until he felt her breathing was not smooth and released her.

"Qian, put the gift under your pillow." She sat up, half lying on the bed and turned on the light in the room.

"When did you prepare the gift?" He was surprised that they stayed together almost all the time except during class.

When did she prepare the present? It's so good to hide it.

From small to large, he never lacked anything material. But at this moment, his heart was very looking forward to it.