Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

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The young girl did yoga movements, exposing a small white tender waist skin.

She was wearing yoga shorts and her legs were fair enough to scoop out water.

The back is straight.

As she raised her hands over her head, the halter was followed.

The beautiful spine of the girl's beautiful back is incredibly delicate. As the movement stretches, two small waist pockets appear.

Fresh and delicate girl.

It's like fresh peaches.

She didn't notice his presence at all, and the unhurried yoga movements were unusually soft.

Fu Yuheng was standing by the sofa, leaning on his side, hiding his face in the shadows of the backlight, his eyes were deep.

He pursed his lips and suddenly felt a little dry.

I was about to turn my eyes away, but saw that she had turned to her side and crossed her head and turned her head.

She turned back and met his sight exactly.

The girl's complexion caused redness due to sports, and her black eyes were extremely bright.

The forehead was covered with fine sweat, and a few strands of hair stuck to the neck, winding down to the soft soft lines under the clothes.

Like an electric shock.

The boy's eyelashes fluttered, then he calmly turned his eyes away and picked up the briefcase on the sofa.

Then go up the stairs.

It seems that the drowsiness standing on the sofa for a long time has never existed.

Bai Weiwei gave a soft sigh, and then said, "After work, I have to eat in the late night kitchen."

Fu Yuheng stepped forward, looking upstairs without looking back.

He was silent for a few seconds before he slowly said, "Let's eat, I have something to deal with."

Bai Weiwei watched the TV without salty, "You can do it."

Then she continued to do yoga and ignored him.

During this time, they were all in a cold and indifferent mode.

Bai Weiwei was sometimes enthusiastic.

But enthusiasm is often poured into cold water by Fu Yuheng.

There was much cold water, and she was not enthusiastic.

The girl's rebellion was changeable and could not stand such a cold treatment.

He was cold, and she was sneerous.

But lost the strange smell of gunpowder in the beginning.

An absent tension seemed to appear between them.

Fu Yuheng seems to feel this tension.

However, he did not intentionally evade, and did not give room for such tension to develop ambiguously.

Fu Yuheng's footsteps were deliberately paused for two seconds. When he found that the girl behind him did not respond, he lowered his eyes and then walked up.

Back in the room, when he closed the door, he suddenly thought of something when he locked it.

Finally, the fingers did not fall off the lock.

Instead, calmly turn around and undress and bathe.

When he took a shower, he felt his body was a bit hot, and reached out to adjust the water temperature.

He showered expressionlessly in the slightly cold shower water.

The beautiful eyelashes are full of water vapor, and the eyes are extremely dark.

He stretched out his hand and slowly combed his hair, which had been beaten by the water, and his eyelashes also fluttered a few times before exhaling a warm breath.

Young impulsive passion.

Even if he is calm, he cannot suppress this feeling.

It's just male instinct.

He exhaled softly, stretched his hands out against the clear wall, and continued to pour water.

But the brain didn't know why.

It was almost impossible to get rid of the picture I just saw.

The delicate and soft young girl, the white skin, the beautiful waist, the delicate and slender body lines.

Like sweet honey.

Bloom before his eyes.

Let him have a desire to destroy picking for granted.

(End of this chapter)