No one answered the phone.

No one listened after playing it a few times.

Ning Jin simply went out and wanted to see if she could hear her ringing in the corridor.

However, when she went out, she realized that her phone ringing came from the opposite door.

He searched the whole villa up and down, even the public toilets, but he did not find his own room.

Ning Jin stood at the door for a while before pushing in.

Her entire body was covered with a quilt, only the fluffy back of her head was facing him.

It's really in his room.

Ning Jin froze for a moment, then took off her pants and strode over, got into the bed and took her into her arms.

His body was a little stiff and a little stingy at first. The person in his arms was soft and the shower gel on his body was light and sweet. He put it on her back and didn't want to remove it at all.

But how would she react?

He waited for her to be awake, waiting for her to lift the quilt and push him.

But wait, wait till he finally falls asleep.

Ning Jin didn't have the habit of sleeping. As soon as the light from the curtain came in, his eyes opened.

But opened that moment and froze again.

The man in his arms put one leg on his waist and one hand on his chest.

No wonder he felt the illusion of being crushed by a big rock in his sleep, presumably because of her arm being pressed against her chest.

Her head was nestled in his shoulders, her face was facing him, and with a slight peep, she could see her face close by.

Without her heavy makeup, her little face was so refreshing and refreshing that she could even see the tiny fluff on her face at such a close distance.

The small mouth was rosy. She said that other people's faces were full of collagen, and her own cheek was also white and tender, making him look at it and wanted to pinch it.

He thought so, and he did.

She squeezed a hand and never felt addicted, and gently stroked her face.

The fingers trembled and dipped into the bones, and my heart beat fast, even at one point, at this moment.

He didn't dare move anywhere except his fingers moved across her face.

Do not move.

For fear of moving, you can't control the fierce beast in your body.

Yange reached out and grabbed her face many times. She always felt that something was crawling on her face. She couldn't sleep, and didn't want to open her eyes. She caught her several times and couldn't catch anything. He frowned and frowned. His head buried his entire face in his chest.

Ning Jin waited for Yan Ge to stop moving, and then carefully, reached out to continue to touch her face.

Without touching her face, she touched her little ears.

Her ears are thin and small, rounded.

He remembered that she hated her two round ears the most when she was a kid, and always kept pulling her ears with her hands in class, trying to make her ears bigger.

He sat behind her, looking at the redness of her ears, but the stubbornness still looked round.

She dragged for so many years, she seemed to drag.

He squeezed her ears, and the corners of his mouth flew up involuntarily.

The body was still in a state of restlessness, but he didn't eagerly want to do anything else.

Just let her crawl on her own body with half of her body, and experience the **** throbbing feeling brought by her.

Yan Ge's face was in his arms, apparently uncomfortable to sleep, and he rolled a few times on his body, opening his eyes stupidly, seeing Ning Jin close at hand, stunned, and stared at him with big eyes. eye.