Traps Of Love

"Change clothes -" Mi Xiaoya blinked. Her clear eyes reflected the mist in the air, which made her facial features more delicate like porcelain.

"Or are you going to dress for the hot spring?" Lengze Tianmu is staring at her without turning her eyes. This woman looks confused, lovely and pure, as charming as a deer who can't find a way out of the woods.

This kind of her, always can arouse his innermost desire, want to grasp her into the arms, rub severely.

Mi Xiaoya's face suddenly turned red. She looked around in a tight and arrogant way. She looked shyly at a hot spring pool in the yard and asked in a low voice, "are you there, soaking in hot springs outside? Will anyone see it? "

The more she said, the more ashamed she was. She hung her head and looked at the hot spring in the courtyard, where the water mist rose. The bamboo bars around her were covered with fallen petals, and her heart beat faster.

"I-i-don't seem to have a swimsuit with me." Mi Xiaoya's mind exploded, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to cover her face.

"If you want a swimsuit with me, you don't need to wear anything extra except to keep warm." Leng Zetian's deep ink blue eyes have a kind of fatal attraction, and his thin lips have a bad smile, which makes people sink.

Mi Xiaoya's heart beat suddenly missed a beat, immediately understand his implication. Is it hard? Is he going to soak?! Or mandarin duck bath!

This -

Mi Xiaoya's face is burning hot, and she looks at him with a pair of eyes. His eyes fell on the inside of his wide open bathrobe, just to see the shape of his abdominal muscles. Just at this time, another drop of rain fell on his muscles, sliding down the wheat colored muscles, and the crystal water suddenly became sexy.

He's not wearing nothing but a bathrobe!

With this idea, MI Xiaoya blushed and could not face him.

The atmosphere suddenly ambiguous lingering, her heart beat faster, only feel his every action is the most provocative blood sexy.

Sexy?!

Mi Xiaoya was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head in her clothes.

How could she have such a ridiculous and shameful idea!

You know, before she got along with Leng Zetian, she was always indifferent to things between men and women.

Chu Zixuan once laughed at her, saying that she must be the spokesperson for her frigidity.

However, the more time she spent with aze, the more she wanted him.

This subtle change unconsciously breaks through Mi Xiaoya's understanding of herself. It's like opening one taboo little secret after another, exciting, nervous, excited.

Originally, love will make people become unimaginable.

But it is so natural to become a kind of sweet.

Leng Zetian naturally found her hot eyes for the first time, holding a smile, and did not speak. This stupid woman, if you want to see it, dare to see it. His whole person, his whole heart belongs to her completely.

Why is he so shy? He always wants to bully her.

"Here, I'll take it off for you." Leng Zetian walked behind her, and her tall body caged her petite in her arms. He felt her heart beating wildly and couldn't help laughing. "Don't be nervous, or I'll show you first."

Hot breathing, spray on her ear, MI Xiaoya feel her heart will jump out of the throat. Before she could say anything to stop him, the next moment she saw a big man's bathrobe on the ground.

Leng Zetian has always been an activist. He always does what he says and never procrastinates.

"Don't worry. I'll take it off for you." Leng Zetian said in a low voice, and his voice was a little more charming and hoarse. He buried his face in her neck socket with incomparable intimacy. His slender hands followed her arm and held her slender hands. His fingers were clasped together, which was very beautiful.

In his eyes, every inch of his Xiaoya is the most precious treasure, which dazzles him.

"Xiaoya, do you know? You're beautiful. You don't need to hide that beauty. " Leng Zetian sticks her ink hair and kisses her. Every look and every action is an expression of love.

"Sweet talk." Mi Xiaoya rarely shows her silly feint of anger.

Leng Zetian grabs her chin and kisses her with a smile. "Don't use those worldly standards to measure yourself, Xiaoya. As long as you are you, you are the unique beauty in my eyes."

It's not because of your appearance that I love you, but because of all you have, the unique you.

Because of love, so in his eyes, is incomparable beauty.

"Aze -" Mi Xiaoya tenses her body, and the rosy clouds on her delicate white face are flying. Every inch of her skin and the place he is close to seems to be bewitched. She is ashamed, but she doesn't break away from the resistance. On the contrary, she seems to be looking forward to intimacy with him.

As Leng Zetian often said, sometimes his love can't be expressed in words.

It seems that only holding her, kissing her and moistening her with all love can we feel the two most intimate moments.It's a way for love to bloom.

One by one, the buttons of his coat were uncovered. Behind her was his strong chest, with a kind of puzzling itch.

Mi Xiaoya knew that she couldn't escape. She dropped her long eyelashes and said in a tiny voice, "aze, I'll do it myself."

"No way." Leng Zetian hugged her more tightly, with her side face close to her soft cheek. Her voice was always overbearing and spoiled, "I'll do it."

He was buried in her fragrance, surrounded by her fragrance, half dressed and half legged, and the beauty was slightly drunk. Everything in front of him made the flame of his belly rush up, and he couldn't help thinking more.

Xiaoya, do you know that you are so foul!

He can't help it.

Dong Dong, Dong Dong.

At this moment, the wooden door was knocked.

Mi Xiaoya is shocked, lengze Tianze's face turns black.

Who doesn't have eyes? Come at this time!

"Don't be afraid. You change your clothes and I'll see." Leng Zetian put his arm around her shoulder and gently kisses her forehead, with sand in his voice. "Wait for me in the hot spring."

Mi Xiaoya's heart, frightened by his last words, suddenly got confused again.

He means, naked, waiting for him in the hot spring?!

Leng Zetian grabs his bathrobe and puts it on again, then walks towards the door.

The door opened a seam, outside is holding an umbrella wearing a plain clothes Cheng Wenlan, "cold less, good coincidence."

She was carrying a Japanese lunch box in her hand, and continued with a faint smile, "since it's so coincident, it's better to have a drink together and come to the hot spring. How can there be no wine. This is my own sweet scented osmanthus wine. It's very rare. I can't buy it anywhere else. "

Leng Zetian frowned slightly and didn't even say a word.

Bang!

Just shut the door.