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One has two, such as occupying the master bedroom and occupying the master bedroom bathroom.

Fortunately, there was everything in the suitcase. It didn't take long for Han Xingjin to wash up, but it took a long time to take care of her skin. She herself couldn't explain why, so she wished she could take care of the crevices of her toes.

When Han Xingjin returned to the living room after tossing, Jin Yu was still in the original position and kept his original posture.

"You didn't... Have you washed up?" Han Xingjin thought that Jin Yu had not washed up yet, and when he walked in and saw the steam on the ends of Jin Yu's hair, he realized that Jin Yu had already washed.

Jin Yu nodded, "I washed it in the bathroom outside."

"Is the work not over yet?" Han Xingjin asked again.

As soon as the voice fell, Jin Yu closed the tablet and approached Han Xingjin, "It's done, you can read some information when you're done."

Han Xingjin sat next to Jin Yu and felt the sound of breathing in his ears, and felt that the half of his body that was close to Jin Yu was numb.

Han Xingjin went to grab some grapes to eat again.

After swallowing the grapes, Han Xingjin said with hindsight, "Aunt Wang should have already slept, so I went back to sleep too."

Jin Yu frowned invisibly, speaking in the same tone as usual.

"Sneak out again early tomorrow morning?"

"No need, just go to sleep."

Jin Yu bent down and put the tablet on the small coffee table in front of him. The pajamas were too thin. Han Xingjin could even see the muscle texture on Jin Yu's back. Every line hooked on Han Xingjin's heart. The line shows strength and beauty.

Han Xingjin grabbed another grape, and Jin Yu asked, "Do you want to wash some more for you? There's still some in the refrigerator."

Han Xingjin shook his head shyly, "No need, I... I'm just a little thirsty."

Jin Yu chuckled softly, and Han Xingjin felt that Jin Yu's low laugh was also hooked, and his heart seemed to be hooked away.

Jin Yu touched Han Xingjin's water cup, the remaining half cup of water was already cold, "Can I add some hot water to you?"

"Stop talking!" Han Xingjin blurted out.

Jin Yu took out the glasses and paused, "Huh?"

Han Xingjin looked at Jin Yu's nose bridge, which could slide on the slide, and was pressed by the glasses. She couldn't help but wanted to reach out and rub it for Jin Yu. In fact, she couldn't hold back and touched her hands.

Han Xingjin retracted like an electric shock, "It's... all reddened, will...will it be uncomfortable?"

As Mogami said, he repeatedly warned himself in his heart, Han Xingjin, you have to remember your name, you have to be reserved, girls must be reserved, what are you doing?

Jin Yu shook his head, "Fortunately, I will reply soon."

There was the last grape in the crystal bowl, and Han Xingjin stuffed it into his mouth again, as if it really calmed him down.

Jin Yu asked Han Xingjin again, "Do you still want water?"

Han Xingjin shook his head, "Don't drink it, or you will get edema tomorrow."

Jin Yu hummed, picked up his cup, raised his head and drank all the water in the cup.

A drop of water slid down the corner of his mouth to his chin, hanging tremblingly. Jin Yu didn't know it at all. After drinking, he pursed his lips and looked at Jin Yu's moist lips and the drop of water hanging on his chin.

Han Xingjin finally couldn't bear it anymore, it was useless to recite it a hundred times to be restrained. Sure enough, the masculinity mistaken me.

Han Xingjin leaned up, pouted and kissed off the water droplets that were about to fall on Jin Yu's chin, and left with a touch.

The lights were dim, and Han Xingjin only focused on making up for his behavior, completely ignoring the dark surging deep in Jin Yu's eyes.

"There are... there are water droplets, be careful... on the clothes." After thinking about it, Han Xingjin added, "It will...you will catch a cold, yes, you will catch a cold."

Jin Yu held back a smile and thanked him solemnly.

"um. Thank you."

Han Xingjin stammered, "No...don't thank you."

"Then, should I be polite?" Bayi Chinese Website

As Jin Yu said, people were already close, and Han Xingjin even felt Jin Yu's breath.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression of Demons, an institution that maintains the stability of Daqin, UU Reading www.uukanshu. The main responsibility of com is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but it quickly relaxed.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell of everyone in Zhen Mosi.