Gu Luo's warm palm caressed Luo Shuhe's slender waist through the black suspenders, and his fingertips deliberately scratched her waistline, causing her to curl up and chuckle.
When he lowered his head and buried it in the crook of her neck, his stubble rubbed the tip of her ear, making it red. His biting movements were as eager as a pet. It was not until Luo Shuhe patted his shoulder and shouted "itchy" that he stood up with an unsatisfied look.
When plugging in the power, Gu Luo paused his fingertips at the socket, and suddenly turned around to look at her sitting on the gaming chair with her legs swinging - the person who was as cold as an ice sculpture during the day still had laugh lines on her eyelashes.
This kind of smile only appears when the two of them are alone.
The hair dryer started up with a "buzz". Gu Luo adjusted it to the medium setting very carefully. As soon as the hot air dryer got close to him, he tested the temperature on the back of his hand.
Luo Shuhe just quietly looked at her boyfriend's attentive look, the curve of her lips growing wider and wider.
Gu Luo held the hair dryer in his right hand at a 45-degree angle, slowly moving it from the roots to the ends of his hair. His fingertips followed the trajectory of the hot air and inserted it into his hair, gently combing out the tangled wet hair.
The nozzle of the hair dryer was always kept a fist's distance from her scalp, for fear of burning her.
When the hot wind blew past her ears, Luo Shuhe subconsciously shrank her neck. He then pinched the hair behind her ears with his index and middle fingers, and circled his fingertips around the ends of her hair, letting the hot wind flow along the curve of her hair.
When the wind blew on his bangs, Gu Luo simply squatted down, tilted his head back, and used his fingertips to lift up the loose hair, letting the wind pass through the swirls of his hair.
Occasionally, a few strands of disobedient hair would stick to his eyelids, so he would turn off the hair dryer and gently use his fingertips to push the hair behind his ears.
The wheels of the gaming chair occasionally made a slight sound on the floor. Luo Shuhe lowered his eyes to look at Gu Luo's focused expression. His eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, and he would suddenly smile from time to time.
Then the two of them would look at each other and laugh out loud.
The hot wind blew away the remaining moisture, and the scent of hair mixed with citrus scent wrapped the two of them in the middle.
The feeling of Gu Luo's fingertips running through the wet hair was warm, which gradually relaxed Luo Shuhe's straight back.
It was not until the last strand of hair was blown dry that I realized she had leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, with a faint smile on her lips.
"Baby, are you asleep?"
Gu Luo's nose rubbed against her earlobe, and his voice was still filled with the warmth of the hot air left over from blowing her hair.
Luo Shuhe still had his eyes closed, his voice muffled:
"Yeah, I fell asleep."
"It's amazing that he can still talk in his sleep."
Gu Luo smiled dotingly and put the hair dryer on the bedside table, and the metal shell made a slight sound when it collided.
The next second, Luo Shuhe fell into a warm embrace, and the princess hug was firm and steady.
"Little devil, your image has completely collapsed." Gu Luo carried her to the bed. The strap of the suspender slipped down another inch. He teased, "If others saw you like a little glutinous rice dumpling right now, they would definitely be shocked."
"Don't you like this?" Luo Shuhe threw a coquettish glance.
"How could that be?" Gu Luo bent down and gently placed her on the middle of the bed. The soft mattress sank slightly.
“I love this contrast so much.”
After turning off the lights, he pounced directly on her.
As their laughter was buried in the quilt, the black suspenders floated lightly to the end of the bed and landed next to the laptop. The novel file with a few words on the screen was still lit, and the mark at the end of the paragraph flickered on and off like a forgotten footnote.
As if to say—No, buddy?! Where have you been?!
In the darkness, the two of them were breathing very close to each other. Luo Shuhe suddenly put his arm around his neck and rubbed his chin with the tip of his nose: "Baby, when will you want me?"
The voice was as light as a feather, but it made Gu Luo's blood rush to his head.
As a boy, he was of course more anxious about this, but at this moment he could only suppress the mute words in his throat: "Our first time can't be casual, I still owe you an explanation."
"Then I have to collect some interest first."
Luo Shuhe's fingertips wandered over his back, feeling like a kitten's paw pads, making his muscles twitchy.
The coquettish tone coming out of her mouth made him lose his mind more than any love words.
"How do you collect interest?" Gu Luo asked, his palm against Luo Shuhe's waist, and he could feel her slight trembling.
".....Just treat me the way I treat you."
Luo Shuhe said this and gently bit his shoulder.
This sudden bite is interesting.
Gu Luo was stunned for a moment, his Adam's apple rolling heavily.
These words were like an electric current that struck his nerves, and he naturally understood what it meant.
"But...can I?"
Gu Luo's voice carried an expectation that he himself hadn't noticed, and his fingertips tightened unconsciously.
"Um."
Luo Shuhe buried her face in his chest, her hair brushing against his skin as she nodded.
Soon, the quilt was pulled up and covered the two of them.
Gu Luo, filled with excitement, slowly moved to the bedside. He could still smell the lingering citrus scent in the girl's hair.
At first, Luo Shuhe lay on his back obediently, taking deep breaths and looking at the Tianchi board.
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