Chapter 543 If you touch too much, will your tail become bald? (12)

"Their Beloved", this novel is also labeled with h, orthopedics, sweet pets, etc., which is very eye-catching.

The plot is naturally simpler. The heroine is the daughter of a large family. Her cousin, who is as cold as jade, dare not admit that he is in love with her. He can only suppress his emotions and avoid the admiring gaze of the heroine.

Because of a drunken night, they had a ridiculous night, but her cousin chose to escape, letting her treat what happened as if it never happened. She was sad and found the male supporting role who had always loved her to prove to her cousin that she was not unwanted.

And her relationship with the male supporting role did successfully stimulate her cousin, making his emotions on the verge of an explosion at any time.

Not only that, even the heroine's wolf-dog brother was stimulated. He sneaked into the heroine's room in the middle of the night. The heroine thought he was her cousin. After half-heartedly having sex with him for a night, she realized that he was her brother.

From then on, the happy story of two men and one woman began.

A perverted smile gradually appeared on Bai Yao's face. She just clicked in to see the beginning, and one hand lazily groped along her waist all the way up, then stopped in front of her and held one side.

Bai Yao's mobile phone fell on the bed, and the screen of the mobile phone suddenly went out without knowing where it was rubbed.

The man's body, as soft as boneless, slowly leaned against her from behind. He pressed against her face. Although he was still sleepy and not fully awake, he subconsciously began to rub her cheek, occasionally letting out a few comfortable hums from his throat.

Bai Yao tried to move, but soon one of his legs was also on her.

Under the quilt, his young body was almost seamlessly pressed against her.

Something furry inside seemed to have rubbed against her calf. She felt a little itchy and subconsciously tried to retract her legs, but he caught them.

"Yaoyao." He smiled softly, his voice still full of weariness, "Hold me."

Bai Yao turned around to face him and stretched out her hands to hug his body.

He moved and lay on top of her, his face buried in her neck. He breathed slowly a few times and laughed, "It's all my smell."

Bai Yao's hand touched his skin. She was stunned, "Why do I feel that your skin seems to be smoother?"

"Really?" He didn't care, but rubbed it comfortably, obviously looking for a gentle place that could accommodate all his recklessness, "Yaoyao, Yaoyao, Yaoyao..."

He tried several times but failed. He hummed her name and gradually felt aggrieved.

White hair scattered on her body, like moonlight, enveloping her.

He seemed to know that Bai Yao couldn't stand his soft tone, and also knew that Bai Yao would indulge him, so he acted so pitiful on purpose.

And Bai Yao really fell for it.

After successfully falling into the gentle land, his voice was filled with a clear smile, and there was also a hint of pride, "Yaoyao... Yaoyao... You like me so much... Don't you want to be separated from me..."

Bai Yao covered his mouth, and was a little embarrassed for a rare time, "Don't say it!"

Early in the morning, another round of nonsense.

Because Bai Yao had said before that she loved to sleep in, there was no need to call her for breakfast. In addition, except for Wen Xiaorou, she and other relatives were just nominal, and in fact, they were not even ordinary acquaintances, so naturally no one came to disturb her.

At around ten o'clock when the sun was shining brightly in the sky, Bai Yao finished washing up with her aching body, sat in front of the dressing table, and carefully put on her makeup.

She looked at herself in the mirror with dark circles under her eyes, and thought to herself that she really looked like she had been sucked dry by a fox spirit. Looking back, she saw that the man lying lazily on the bed was not in his right position to sleep.

He seemed to sense her gaze, and with his face resting on his arm, he showed a satisfied smile in her direction.

The quilt slid down a little, revealing half of his shoulders. Between his long white hair, one could vaguely see that his snow-white skin was dotted with marks like red plum blossoms.

These were all her paintings.

Bai Yao stared at him, and she was showing signs of fever again.

He tilted his face slightly, with the corners of his lips raised, looking well-behaved and quiet. The strand of hair on the top of his head seemed to be shaking gently, like a plush animal lying in the snow, sending the message "Even if you come to suck me, I will not resist."

Bai Yao suppressed the impulse and continued to stare at the mirror and apply isolation cream on her face.

He looked puzzled.

It was obvious that just now, she had developed a desire for him again, why didn't she push him down?

He sat up from the bed, casually put on a loose red robe, without tying it, and stepped on the ground with his feet. As his figure swayed, the ridiculous marks crisscrossing his legs were exposed without any concealment. Looking up, the beautiful scenery was even more looming.

This man who was not tainted by the world, at this moment, was actually full of decadent aura. His

slender white hand hooked a strand of the girl's black hair, and he had a smile on his lips, twisting her hair around his finger as if for fun, "Yaoyao, what are you doing?"

"Putting on makeup." Bai Yao took a look and saw that he was not wearing shoes, and his clothes were still open. She quickly stood up and first pulled his clothes tight, "Why don't you put on your clothes and shoes!"

He was yelled at by her, and was at a loss for a moment, standing there, not daring to move.

Bai Yao quickly pulled him to sit on the chair, grabbed his hand and tightened his own belt, "Lift your feet!"

He did it ignorantly, his face slightly tilted to the side following her movements.

After a while, she came back and said, "Put your feet down."

He did as he was told. His feet were wrapped in soft and comfortable new slippers. He tilted his head, his long hair falling, "Yaoyao, I'm not cold."

"By the time you feel cold, you'll have already caught a cold."

It turned out that Bai Yao took out her spare slippers from the cabinet, opened the packaging bag, and put the pair of pink slippers under his feet. As soon as he put his feet down, he stepped on the soft and fluffy ground.

He lowered his head. Although he couldn't see anything, he still had the habit of "seeing". His feet were slightly raised, and he pursed his lips. He had never worn such soft shoes before, and he had a very novel feeling.

"Yaoyao." He raised his face and said, "I won't catch a cold."

Bai Yao was still applying lotion on his face, and replied without raising his head, "But I will worry."

He was slightly stunned, and his expression became more helpless. After a long while, he rubbed behind her in his soft slippers and asked again: "Yaoyao, what are you doing?"

"I'm putting on makeup." Bai Yao replied perfunctorily, took out an eyebrow pencil, and was fully focused, not even looking back at the person behind her.

"Why do you want to put on makeup?"

"Of course, it's to be more beautiful."

He was quiet for a long time, and finally seemed to be unable to bear it. He bent down limply and put his head on her shoulder, listening to her breathing again and again, and his hands slowly wrapped around her waist like a cold venomous snake.

After a long while, he suddenly said: "Yaoyao must be very beautiful without makeup."

She looked up and said without any humility, "Of course!"