Chapter 794: Can't Wait
Before this, Kuang Ye's two hands, one stayed on the back of Yin Muga's neck, and the other was around her waist, very politely.
The moment the bath towel spread out, Kuang Ye only felt something soft in front of him. The long-lost soft touch made his brain numb, like a sky rocket going off with a "bang".
He subconsciously lowered his head to take a look, and this look made his eyes instantly catch fire. The delicate fragrance of Yin Mujia's body, which had just finished taking a shower, was like adding fuel to the fire. Her face was rosy and hot, and her eyes looked at him dreamily, indescribably delicate and soft.
Kuang Ye almost surrendered on the spot.
The scattered bath towel hung on Kuang Ye's arm. Kuang Ye pressed his throat down hard, pulled up the bath towel and wrapped Yin Mujia again.
"Let me dry your hair first, don't catch a cold."
Without saying anything, he hugged her and sat down in front of the dressing table again. He picked up the hair dryer and started blowing her hair.
Yin Mujia was sitting and he was standing. Through the bright mirror, she could see his lower body clearly, which was so prominent that even his black pants could not hide it.
She pursed her lips to hide the smile in her eyes.
The hair dryer was buzzing beside her ears. It was not the first time that Kuang Ye had blown her hair. This time, his movements were obviously more skillful and gentle than before.
He stroked her hair with one hand and held the hair dryer with the other. Her hair was extremely thick, and he blew and blew, but it seemed like he couldn't dry it no matter what he did.
Maybe it was because the hair dryer was too noisy, but neither of them spoke. The hair dryer continued to release warm air in his hand, hitting her hair in waves, and occasionally brushing her neck and behind her ears. Her sensitive skin turned red, bringing a subtle itch, causing her to shrink from time to time.
Kuang Ye lowered his head with a serious look, his eyes fixed on her. To be more precise, he was attracted by the crimson color. As if possessed by some unknown force, he deliberately used the warm wind to continuously stimulate the part that made her so sensitive that she was restless.
Yin Mujia could not sit still visibly, as if she had noticed his seemingly "careless" behavior. She shrank her neck in itch and raised her eyes to look at the person in the mirror.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and the suppressed fire in his eyes was ignited again.
The next second, he threw away the hair dryer in his hand, picked her up, put her on the bed, and then moved forward.
He took off his T-shirt and then tore off the bath towel wrapped around her.
Just as he was about to bend down, he paused, his throat slightly hoarse, and he said, "I'm dirty, go wash up first."
He had been on the plane for twelve hours and was covered in dust.
But Yin Muga had waited enough.
She hooked her arms around his neck and pressed him against her. Her voice was tinged with blame, "No, I can't wait any longer."
Kuang Ye was silent for a moment, then he grabbed her with both hands, lifted her up from the bed, kissed her, and kicked open the bathroom door while holding her.
Yin Muga had the illusion that it was New Year's Day.
Suddenly I feel that every minute of the more than forty days I have endured, oh no, the more than a thousand days that I have liked him, have been worth it.
The bathroom is not big but has just enough space.
The sound of running water continued to echo, but Yin Muga's feet never touched the ground. His two slender white feet were dangling between him and the wall, his toes tightly curled up, and his long hair that had just been blown dry was once again completely wet.
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