Qi Luo stepped aside to make way.
Fu Sang entered the room and looked around.
This is a five-star hotel. The rooms are simply and cleanly decorated, giving people a comfortable feeling of coming home.
Qi Luo closed the door and walked to her side.
Fu Sang turned to look at him and reached out to catch the water droplets dripping from the boy's hair.
You can't leave your hair wet like that.
Fu Sang said, "Go sit at the table, I'll get the hairdryer to dry your hair."
Qi Luo, with his exceptionally handsome face and indifferent expression, obediently walked to the stool in front of the computer desk and sat down.
Fu Sang held a hairdryer in one hand and a clean white towel in the other.
She walked over, placed the hairdryer on the table, and then wrapped the boy's hair with a white towel.
Although Qi Luo used to be quiet and had a cool aura, he was never this quiet tonight, which made people very worried.
The boy obediently let the girl wipe his wet hair, just like a dog that had accidentally fallen into the water, looking both aggrieved and pitiful.
Fu Sang carefully dried the boy's hair, then picked up the hairdryer.
Hot air was blowing out.
The girl's slender fingers were intertwined with the boy's hair, the soft black hair making her fingers appear even whiter.
Qi Luo's eyes, as dark as the night, flickered, and he slightly raised his beautifully shaped chin.
This action startled Fu Sang slightly, and her fair hand involuntarily touched the boy's smooth, white forehead.
A soft, warm hand covered the boy's forehead.
It seemed like a comforting reassurance, yet also like a expression of heartache.
In a short while.
Fu Sang gently dried the back of the boy's hair again, then walked to the side of the boy and leaned slightly to dry the front of his hair.
The two were very close.
The girl had just taken a shower and was wearing her pajamas when she came over.
Qi Luo smelled the faint fragrance emanating from the girl, and his nose felt a little itchy.
Fu Sang put down the hairdryer and reached out to brush a strand of black hair from the boy's forehead.
"alright."
Qi Luo looked up slightly at the girl with her rosy cheeks.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
Qi Luo reached out and pulled the girl into his arms.
Fu Sang's heart raced instantly, and he became tense.
The boy rested his head on her stomach, like a small animal that had found a warm harbor, and rubbed against her.
Fu Sang hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and ruffled the boy's hair.
A little while.
Qi Luo pulled her into his arms and let her sit on his lap.
Fu Sang sat sideways on the boy's lap, his beautiful eyes sparkling, looking somewhat at a loss.
Can I kiss you?
The boy's voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of pleading.
Fu Sang leaned over and kissed his lips.
Such behavior undoubtedly represents an answer.
Qi Luo embraced the girl's soft and delicate body and lowered his head to kiss her beautiful red lips.
Their lips rubbed together, their warm breaths mingling.
Both of them used the hotel's shower gel, and the same fragrance filled the air.
Qi Luo kissed her forcefully, as if he was venting something, or as if he wanted to confirm something and seek a sense of security.
The urgent kiss overwhelmed Fu Sang, sending a tingling sensation through her body. She nestled softly in the boy's arms, letting him do as he pleased.
at last……
The boy noticed that she was breathing too rapidly.
Only then did he kindly let her go, allowing her to lean against his arms and catch her breath.
The boy's thin lips glistened with moisture, and his deep red lips were equally alluring.
"I like you."
The boy's voice was slightly hoarse as he confessed, his tone earnest and firm.
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