Chapter 2284 Soul Return (41)

Soon, behind her, the cold shadow fell on her like a ghost.

Naked to the waist, muscular.

Between breathing, one could feel the temperature emanating from his body.

is behind her, close at hand.

"What? Don't want to sleep?"

The hairpin she randomly inserted in her bun was taken away.

The long hair was scattered immediately.

And the length of the waist, soft like algae.

Accompanied by a light floral fragrance.

It seems that in the air, other smells have faded a lot.

Filled between the two, there is only that ambiguous taste.

is his and hers.

Hybrid Weave.

This time, no matter how stupid she is, she knows what's going to happen next.

wanted to turn around and push him.

As a result, he stood behind her and pressed her shoulder.

Don't let her turn around, just maintain the posture with her back facing him.

"...that...sir..."

She feels that it is wrong to say that she wants to sleep now, and it is not right to say that she does not want to sleep.

She tilted her head, wanting to say something.

But the next second, her sight was blocked.

is blocked by a thin piece of gauze.

One card for what she wants to say.

He is covering her eyes with cloth strips.

Unhurriedly, a knot was tied at the back of her head.

Still a beautiful bow.

Not too loose, but not too tight either.

She didn't feel uncomfortable, but when she looked around, there was white mist everywhere.

Can see the outline clearly, but not the details.

"...first... sir?"

She subconsciously scratched her hands back.

Can't grab his clothes, only touch his waist.

Hard and thin waist.

Like a stone.

The temperature is even a little high.

She bumped back and settled down.

Before he could catch anything, he was beaten and hugged.

Easily.

When it is put on the bed, the lights in the room automatically sense the night mode.

The headlights are off, only the bedside lights are on.

Dimly bright.

Can't see clearly, can only illuminate the bed.

"..." She subconsciously wanted to pull down the gauze covering her eyes.

But the man held her down.

put her hand beside her.

Breathing is still steady, only a little rough.

The temperature of the palm is also very hot.

Called hands touched her soft cheeks.

Very gentle, but also strangely displayed, somewhat irrational obsession.

The obsession attracted by this stunning red.

He blocked her bright, beautiful eyes, that maddeningly clean line of sight.

She couldn't see how trembling her hands were and how hysterical the expression on her face was.

The eyes became more scarlet, greedy and lustful eyes, like a nasty beast, lingering crazily on her body.

wished he could tear her up and swallow her whole.

Not even a strand of hair is spared.

He stroked her cheek endlessly and softly, the tip of her ear.

There has been no movement, more like letting her relax.

Let the prey relax as if they were vigilant.

Beautiful eye-catching red, porcelain white as bone beauty.

He stroked her cheek, a little sick, as if possessed.

Rubbing with fingertips, it almost caught fire.

It can make people feel his temperature.

It's hot, it's hot.

Amazingly hot.

"..." The pretty beauty pursed her red lips.

Even if the view is blocked, he can still feel how hot his gaze is.

It was like opening Pandora's ink cartridge inadvertently.

Originally he was just admiring, but now...

"...Sir, how about..."

Let me change this dress...

(end of this chapter)