Chapter 112 Don’t think about it!
Tang Susu was stunned, and her beautiful eyes blinked in confusion.
Sleeping here with him?
What's the meaning?
Could it be?
Her face flushed, and her heart was pounding with fear.
Is this person so direct?
To be honest, even though she had taken physiology classes, secretly read some novels, and her mother had briefly taught her some basic knowledge, this was still...
Her face turned red all the way to her ears. She couldn't stand the heat.
How could she answer this?
"Hmm? Susu?" The man lowered his head and looked at her, his voice so sweet.
Her face was red as if it was about to explode, and she raised her eyes, just in time to meet his dark eyes.
Her heart was beating fast and fast.
The man lowered his eyes and said, "If Susu doesn't want to, then forget it."
She subconsciously tried to stop him, "No..."
The man said softly, "Okay."
Tang Susu regretted it after she agreed.
She wasn't mentally prepared for this kind of thing.
"I haven't..."
She opened her mouth hurriedly, but saw the man turn around, go into the cupboard, take out a spare sheet, and spread the quilt on the floor.
She was embarrassed and her face turned yellow.
I feel ashamed for what I just thought.
What was she thinking just now?
He Zhimo, what a simple person you are!
How could I have such thoughts about her!
The man made the quilt and came over.
He bent down and touched her head with his slender fingers, "What is Susu thinking about?"
She blushed and shook her head, "Nothing?"
His brows softened, "Susu is also tired all day, go to bed early."
She nodded, "Yeah."
The bathroom was filled with white mist.
Tang Susu came out wearing a bathrobe, her cheeks were a little pink, and her long black hair was scattered on her shoulders. The girl without makeup was stunningly beautiful at this moment.
She scratched her dry long hair uncomfortably and asked in a low, somewhat embarrassed voice, "Where is the hair dryer?"
The man was obviously stunned for a moment, he suppressed the surprise in his eyes, turned around and picked up the hair dryer.
Ten seconds later, he came over with a hair dryer.
"Thank you." She curled her eyes and reached out to take the hair dryer.
The man handed the hair dryer to her, lowered his head, and said softly, "I'll help Su Su blow dry her hair."
She was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, thank you He Zhimo."
She sat obediently in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror.
The man's slender fingers tucked her hair and accidentally touched her neck, causing her body to stiffen slightly.
A gentle breeze, carrying warmth, blew slowly over. The man's gentle movements softened the girl's heart.
Tang Susu pursed her lips and lowered her head.
Just now, He Zhimo's words "Can you sleep with me tonight?" kept popping up in her mind.
He Zhimo was so innocent, and she had never had any sexual thoughts about him. It was really shameful!
Finally, the man helped her blow dry her hair.
She jumped onto the bed as if to escape.
She lifted the quilt and hid herself in it.
"He Zhimo, good night!"
He Zhimo looked at Tang Susu's impatient look, walked forward and tucked the quilt for her.
He leaned over and whispered through the quilt, "Good night, Susu."
In the dark night, the girl on the bed had already fallen asleep. A corner of the quilt was quietly exposed, revealing a plain and beautiful face. She closed her eyes and breathed lightly.
He Zhimo looked at her, leaned over, and restrained himself and kissed her forehead.
He turned around, went to the floor and lay down.
He lay quietly on the ground with his eyes closed.
Fruit!
Just like that night, as long as she was there, all his nightmares disappeared.
Finally, I don’t have to be haunted by those nightmares.
He closed his eyes quietly.
But after a while, he opened his eyes irritably.
In the dark night, his dark eyes were startlingly dark.
His body concealed the restlessness, and his heart was completely agitated.
He seemed to have overestimated his self-control, thinking that he could control his fantasies about the girl just like he had in the past.
But being in the same room with the person he loves most, he can't help but think about it.
At this moment, his blood was boiling and clamoring.
He gritted his teeth, and there was a faint smell of blood between his teeth. She restrained herself again and again, suppressing the impulse with all her might.
He Zhimo, she is still a little girl, how could you do this?
Don’t think about it!
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