"Bang—" As the door closed, the bathroom fell silent for an instant.

All Yan Ling's voice was blocked.

I can only stare wide and look at the man who is giving her hands.

In the end, he was taken out of the bathroom with only a towel around him.

As soon as she touched the bed, she anxiously wanted to get into the quilt, but Yi Haiyin's hand clasped her shoulder tightly.

"Ling'er..." His cold voice became hoarse, and it brushed his ears like a breeze, with a lingering scent.

Yan Ling's body froze in an instant, as if being nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Looked at him blankly, walked aside, took her suitcase, opened it, found a white long dress from it, raised her head and asked her.

"Wear this?"

As soon as the voice fell, she had not had time to express her opinion, and he had already closed her suitcase.

Carrying her underwear and the skirt came towards her.

Without giving her a chance to refuse, he tore off her bath towel and dressed her seriously.

Obviously nothing happened to them, he took care of her, but he seemed to have become an old husband and wife...

This skillful action made Yan Ling too late to refuse, and even forgot that he was tricked by someone, so he sat so obediently and asked him to dress himself.

As soon as she put on the skirt, Yi Haiyin's movements stopped, her cool eyes fell on her charming collarbone, and her **** Adam's apple was rolling up and down without removing it for a long time.

The temperature in the room rose a little bit.

Realizing that there was something wrong, Yan Ling finally recovered, covered his chest, turned and got into the bed.

He would wrap himself in a quilt, and his entire face was instantly red, like a cooked shrimp, curled up into a ball.

The room was quiet for a long time, as if everyone had fallen asleep.

But Yan Ling knew that Yi Haiyin must still be standing there, and she could even feel that a burning gaze was staring at her from behind.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Ling's body suddenly became light, and his thin body was taken into his arms with the quilt.

"Yi Haiyin..."

"Your hair is wet...you need to blow it dry." After Yi Haiyin finished speaking, Yan Ling noticed that he didn't know when there was a hair dryer in his hand, and the power was already connected.

The whining sound of the hair dryer rang in my ears, overwhelming all the sounds.

Yan Ling's long black hair reflected the conflict of black and white in his white and slender fingers.

He rubbed her hair, comfortable and drowsy.

Yan Ling couldn't resist at all. Before he could dry his hair, his little head was planted in his arms.

He chirped and fell asleep leaning in his arms.

When Yi Haiyin turned off the hair dryer, she looked down and saw her peacefully sleeping face, like a baby, clean and pure... with deep trust.

His fingers gently held her head, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

After tasting the kiss, once she touched her, she became uncontrollable.

"Hmm!" Yan Ling frowned, as if being disturbed, and trying to open his eyes in a daze, Yi Haiyin's thin body was rolled over and pressed onto the bed, confined in his arms.

What he said about creating a new relationship has just begun.

He put on her skirt, and he took it off without any effort.