To The Lovely You

   After tossing and turning for a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

  The icy water flowed down the top of the head, converging into small rivers on the tiled floor. He finally felt that the inexplicable heat in his body subsided little by little.

   When he went to the bathroom after taking a shower, he unconsciously looked at the window of Su Rourou's room.

   In the night, the pink curtains were swaying gently with the wind, as if waving to him.

   Feng's eyes narrowed slightly: he suddenly wanted to see her. Strange, he sees her every day, and he just separated, but he is so eager to see her.

   Then go there, just take a look. He said that to himself, and then he did.

   In the quiet room, there were light footsteps...

  Luo Yichen is like an elegant leopard, approaching his "prey" silently.

   Su Rourou was sleeping soundly on the bed, her breathing was even and long, and she didn't notice what was going on in the room. In fact, she has always been able to fall asleep with her head next to the pillow, but it was also difficult to fall asleep tonight, and it took a long time to fall asleep.

  Luo Yichen slowly walked to her bed and stared at the beautiful sleeping face on the bed.

  Under the silver moonlight, her shatterable skin was like fine ceramics, with an attractive luster. The long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, gently covering her beautiful eyes.

   Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she slept uneasy, and her rosy lips also pursed.

   Luo Yichen's pupils tightened suddenly, his Adam's apple moved, and the inexplicable heat that had just been suppressed surged up again.

   He liked her for a long time. It's been so long that even he himself has forgotten, how long...

   slowly sat down by the bed, his hand seemed to have his own consciousness, and slowly stroked her smooth forehead.

   stayed on it for a moment, then slowly came to her fleshy cheeks.

   The touch from his hand was even better than he imagined.

   He never liked those girls with awl-shaped faces, he liked her chubby little round face, which was smooth and elastic when pinched.

  Su Rourou, who was sleeping, felt a slight discomfort, and grumbled dissatisfiedly.

  Luo Yichen raised his hand gently, no longer kneading her cheek, and slowly descended to her lips.

  's slender fingers slowly stroked her lips, and the soft touch came from between the fingers, making all the cells in his body tremble.

   The fire inside the body seems to be burning more and more vigorously...

   He has been calm and composed since he was a child, much more mature than his peers, and his self-control is also exceptionally good. However, in front of her, it seems that all this is a cloud.

   She can always easily make him lose control, make him angry, make him jealous...and make him sink.

  Luo Yichen's eyes suddenly darkened, he supported the edge of the bed with both hands, leaned down slightly, and placed his chun petals on Su Rourou's lips.

   When he pretended to be drunk before, although he had a brief contact with her delicate pink and tenderness, it was never enough for him to recollect.

   And this time, he had enough time to savor it slowly.

   Her breath is very sweet, and her lips are soft, like a delicious but insoluble QQ candy.

   He unconsciously deepened this stability, and the last trace of reason was pulled from his brain... Years of emotion were finally released at this moment.