The man's strong chest slowly appeared in her sight.

Her heart thumped to speed up, and her cheeks were like a heat wave approaching, fumigating.

She didn't dare to look at his face and kept her head down.

The last button was untied by her, the whole chest and abdomen were exposed, her hand was ready to take back, and she was held by the thought.

Force it onto his belt. "Take it off."

It's still the tone of command.

Lin Yi's shallow fingers touch the bottom of her deep abdomen. Her muscles are hard. She feels her heart is about to jump out.

Without thinking about it, the finger pushes the belt off the man's waist.

A tink.

Then she looked up, her cheeks red, and thought deeply, "still Is it still off? "

If he dares to make further progress, she will not be polite.

I frowned deeply. "Can't I understand Mandarin when I've been abroad in recent years?"

The tone is a little ironic.

Lin yishallow listens, a mood comes up, hand feels the zipper of the man's trousers, decisively pulls down, then let go.

She bowed her head.

She raised her hand and put it under her right waist. There was a big scar on her palm. When she covered her hand, she could obviously feel the unevenness.

It's like a burn, and it must be very hot, otherwise it won't leave such a big scar.

Lin Yiqian's palm is delicate and warm, and his whole body feels like an electric shock.

He took a breath, grabbed Lin yishallow's wrist with one hand, took her hand off the scar on his waist, then pulled his shirt to cover that part.

His action makes Lin yishallow feel. He seems to care about the scar and doesn't want her to see it.

But that scar has been printed on her heart. She can't forget it. She asked in a distressed voice, "when was it hurt?"

"After you leave."

His deep eyes and tone suddenly turned cold. He turned around and walked directly under the shower in his clothes.

The splashing water drenched him from head to foot. He looked up and closed his eyes, holding his breath for a long time.

Open your eyes again and turn your head.

Red eyes, looking at Lin Yi shallow, the water is also constantly dripping from his head.

Lin yishallow's heart lashes hard, "read deeply..."

Will the injury be the one that Xi Xia saved him? What happened?

Read deeply She thought deeply. She didn't have any pain from childhood. It must have been very painful at that time.

Lin yishallow line of sight unconsciously blurred.

Lift your feet and rush to the man. Hold him by the waist.

Stand on tiptoe, lips hard to stick on his lips.

She took the initiative to give up her arms. For the man who drank wine and was full of jealousy in his heart, it was like a fire, burning dry wood.

The blood all over my body was boiling. I raised my hands and held Lin Yi's waist.

The sprinkled water had been brushed on their faces, and they were all wet.

The man's hand moves to the woman's waist under, hugs, vigorously raises.

Lin Yi's feet are directly off the ground. There is no sense of security in the air. She raises her legs and clamps her deep thinking waist. Her hands are around his neck.

The wet clothes are close to the body, the curve of the figure is exposed, the deep breath is more and more urgent, and the head is bowed directly into Lin yishallow's chest.

Heavy breathing.

……

Lin Yi came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, and saw Lin Xiaoyu, who was already sleeping in bed, with the sauce left over from eating on her mouth. Her eyes were filled with guilt.