Chapter 687 The Young Lady and the Repairman (17)

As the first rays of sunlight fell in the early morning, the leaves in the forest could no longer bear the weight of the water droplets, and they gently bent and dropped the crystal clear water droplets.

After a night of wind and rain, birds swarmed in and stayed among the branches, bringing the sound of bustling movements.

This was the first time that He Mian slept with a girl in his arms. Except for being exhausted from being "tortured", he couldn't help but fall asleep. He woke up again before dawn.

He Mian didn't dare to move. Even though one of his arms was numb from being rested on her head, he didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements to wake her up.

The young man realized how crazy he was at night. Now, just staring at her sleeping face, he couldn't help blushing and his heartbeat. Those "lively" scenes kept replaying in his mind. He was shocked to find that he was just a dirty man. He

wanted her and wanted to do it with her.

And all this was just based on his love for her.

Slowly, when the desire in his mind weakened a lot because of the fullness in his arms, what followed was a feeling of fullness that filled his heart after watching her fascinated, which was so comfortable that he wanted to sigh.

A bird landed on the windowsill, and its chirping disturbed the peace.

What followed was the noisy noise coming from outside.

Bai Yao subconsciously shrank into the warm embrace, opened her eyes dazedly, and inevitably felt a little sore all over her body, from inside to outside.

But it was not unbearable.

He Mian lowered his head, pressed his forehead against hers, staring at her just waking up with his dark eyes, and thought it was also very interesting.

The boy who had been restraining and suppressing himself since childhood, just tasted the taste of love, and almost all the stickiness in his bones was about to run out, which made people realize that he was as cold and hard as a stone before, and he was probably just pretending.

Bai Yao hugged his neck and lay on him. She yawned lazily, half-closed her eyes, and her mind was not clear yet. "It's so noisy outside."

"It shouldn't be a big deal. Yaoyao can continue to sleep." He Mian's slender and beautiful fingers were lingering on the smooth skin on her back.

They were both driven by hormones. Last night was clearly the first time, but they were too passionate about each other. He

Mian at least had some physiological common sense. He was afraid that she would feel pain, so he didn't dare to move too much, but Bai Yao seemed to be crazy, deliberately teasing him at this time and completely lost his self-control.

He even remembered that Bai Yao's knees were small and delicate, and the flesh on her calves was soft. When she rested on his shoulders, his eyes were still on her flushed face. He could kiss the skin on her legs

by slightly turning his face. Especially her ankles, the small protrusions there were particularly lovely when touched.

Even a saint would lose his self-control and indulge himself when seeing her like this, not knowing what day it was. What's more,

he was just such an ordinary young man. All the tastes of love came from her, so his desire that he had never indulged, and the youthful spirit accumulated for eighteen years, were all poured into her.

Bai Yao certainly enjoyed being able to stick with her boyfriend early in the morning, but the noise outside never stopped. As the host, it would be inappropriate for her not to go out and take a look.

She closed her eyes, pursed her lips and lay on top of him, hugging him tightly with her hands and feet, humming in dissatisfaction like a small animal.

He Mian tucked her in a little, then touched the back of her head.

Bai Yao finally spent a long time gathering the energy to get up. She sat up with messy hair, dark circles under her eyes, and a face full of excessive indulgence. Two words came out of her mouth unwillingly: "Get up!"

He Mian blushed and quickly sat up, wrapped the quilt around her body, blocking the beautiful spring scenery, leaving only her head outside the quilt.

The quilt was all over her body, and he was left without any protection.

Wheat-colored skin, strong and beautiful body lines. Bai Yao even remembered the feeling of biting it last night. It was indeed as hard and difficult to eat as it looked.

But with her unremitting efforts, she was like completing a great painting, leaving many marks of her on his body that was loved by the sun.

Bai Yao stared at him, her eyes gradually moving downwards, her eyes a little straight.

He Mian knew what her gaze meant. He grabbed a corner of the quilt uncomfortably, covering the part below his mermaid line, and then said with difficulty: "Yaoyao, you need to rest." The

physiological differences between men and women determined that Bai Yao's body would definitely need time to recover. However, because she liked him, the psychological satisfaction overwhelmed the physical discomfort. After all, she was not a gifted female warrior. What He Mian wanted was the legal right to sleep with her for a lifetime, not greedy for temporary pleasure.

He Mian seemed like a good woman who was about to be teased, and he said to her "moderation". This kind of reversed role setting made Bai Yao laugh.

She opened her arms and hugged him, leaning into his arms, "Don't worry, I won't eat you now!"

He Mian shyly avoided her gaze, her ears were red.

Bai Yao didn't hide anything, and generously took out a goose yellow long skirt from the closet and put it on in front of him. She stepped on the ground barefoot, and the hem of the skirt brushed her ankles, like the breeze brushing the moon, inexplicably charming. The boy

knew that it was because the hem of the skirt covered all his traces.

He Mian's black eyes flickered with a dark light, and his Adam's apple rolled. He walked forward, who had already put on his clothes simply, stretched out his hand, pushed aside her long hair, and gently pulled up the zipper on the back of the skirt.

Bai Yao looked back at him, with a smile in her eyes.

He Mian couldn't help it, and put one hand around her waist, pulling her back slightly, and gently sliding down her collar. He lowered his head and kissed the mark that already existed on her shoulder.

His breath fell on her neck, and Bai Yao felt a little itchy, but just smiled and didn't push him away.

How strange.

He Mian could often experience a kind of tolerance and indulgence of herself from Bai Yao, as if no matter what he did, she would choose to accept it.

"Yaoyao, I like you so much."

Bai Yao touched his head, "Yeah, I know, I like you too."

He Mian was so tall, but now he had to humble himself and put his chin on her shoulder, rubbing her neck stickyly, and sticking to her face, laughing softly.

Bai Yao said: "He Mian, you are so good at acting like a spoiled child."