He walked over slowly and sat down beside her.
The scents of the two people instantly mingled together, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
"What are you writing?" Zhao Changqing looked down at her.
He Youyou was wearing a short-sleeved cotton T-shirt and a pair of five-point athletic shorts, revealing her arms and slender white legs.
The short-sleeved top was slightly stretchy, outlining the alluring curves of her upper body.
“Notes.” She placed the notebook in her hand on the coffee table. “They are records about the local customs, economy, and culture.”
Zhao Changqing seemed oblivious to whether he was listening, his gaze fixed solely on her.
"Are you wearing clothes that people from your world usually wear?"
Are you sure you didn't dress up intentionally to seduce him?
He Youyou grabbed a handful of wet hair from his shoulder and touched it: "Hmm, this is just ordinary clothing. There are even more revealing ones."
With that, he got off the sofa, turned around, and left.
Zhao Changqing's gaze followed her retreating figure, a hint of anticipation in his heart.
I watched helplessly as she went into a room, and then came out again a while later.
He hadn't changed his clothes, but he had something else in his hand.
He Youyou plugged in the hairdryer and held it above his head: "I'll dry your hair for you. Long hair dries slowly."
A gust of hot air blew down on his head, onto Zhao Changqing's head and face.
While blowing on the wind, He Youyou also ran her fingers through his long hair.
My fingers traced his scalp, occasionally brushing against the back of his neck.
Zhao Changqing let her do as she pleased.
As far as the eye could see, there were two pale, white calves.
Her feet are beautiful too.
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