When the lid was lifted off, drops of fine water droplets fell, and the air was hot, and the slightly turbid color did not have too much temptation to taste, but it was always warm in the hand.

An Zhishui's rosy lips held the paper cup, which was a little hot, so she put the grapefruit tea on the table.

Lee took off his jacket, An Zhishui took it, and hung it on a hanger.

"Now that you are up, eat something." Li Rong looked at her with a much calmer look, and her heart was relieved a lot.

An Zhishui nodded, preventing Li Rong from turning on the lights, "Don't turn on the headlights, glare."

So Li Rong turned on the desk lamp, and took out everything he bought.

An Zhishui bit her mouth with a small wing and leaned quietly against the desk without talking.

Her appetite was not very good. After eating a little, she did not plan to continue. Li Rong did not have to worry about her being hungry. She swept away the rest and raised her head to see her staring at him. I do n’t know why. , Actually felt a little embarrassed: "Can't waste."

"Do you usually eat like this?" An Zhishui asked with a smile.

"Of course." Li Dao nodded in confusion, and reached out to touch An Zhishui's forehead, but did not show any expression. An Zhishui was a little confused, and two people ate together. Empty.

An Zhishui shrank his shoulders, lowered his head a bit shyly, and endured his intimate and natural touch.

"Will you watch TV again?" One man and one woman came out to open the room. Of course, they couldn't find too many fun shows. The bed was large and there were family planning supplies at the bedside, but they didn't even have a computer. Zhishui's mood is much better, worrying that this is only a superficial phenomenon, I hope she can fall asleep earlier.

"I ... I'll take a bath first." An Zhishui walked down into the bathroom.

Li Rong felt a little ambiguous, because he didn't have much sorrow for Xie Lingshu's death. If An Zhishui's mood could be let go, he would naturally no longer have a low mood. When he saw the bathroom door closed, he scrubbed The bathroom separated by glass lights up, and An Zhishui's figure appears in the bathroom. I don't know if it is designed for fun. The bathroom light came from the side and cast the shadow of An Zhishui on the glass without distortion. On every move she made, Li Rong could see clearly.

Li Rong's breathing suddenly increased, watching An Zhishui taking off her skirt, unbuttoning her bra behind her hands, what was the action of bending down? Should I take off my panties?

The shadow is clearly defined, the waist is as thin as a willow, the chest is as high as a mountain, the hips are as round as half a month, and the lines falling on the glass wall seem more seductive than what I can see. Some irregular grass-like shadows undermine the perfect line, but let Li Zhi's throat grow involuntarily.

An Zhishui knows nothing, and twists his body because he scrubs his body. Under the not bright light in the room, there is nothing quiet around him that can distract Li's attention, but the shadow is more and more noticeable. Then, the moving shadow seemed to be the most enchanting dancer, the ultimate sexy, constantly showing the most seductive curves of the beautiful woman's body, and finally finally covered up slightly under the wrap of the bath towel.

Li Rong rubbed his forehead, and even seemed to be sweating profusely. He took out his mobile phone in a panic and pretended to look. He was so engrossed in looking just now that he was not struggling with any psychological tangles, but he forgot how long he had passed, and his eyes were gone. Remove half a minute.

An Zhishui walked around the bath towel, showing her two slender legs, even more revealing than when Li wore a big t-shirt dangling around the house, Li Rong looked at her and couldn't help it Grabbed her waist.

An Zhishui's body trembled, but still leaned into his arms.

Lee had a disordered breath and lowered his head to kiss her.

An Zhishui embraced his shoulders with both hands and passed his lips. Li Zhi's hand fell on her waist. The towel on the waist had a gap. It seemed to instinctively probe the past but was caught by An Zhishui. Stop and stop him.

"You take a shower first. You peeped at me just now, and you sweat a lot." An Zhishui's brows were a little shy.

Li did not expect that she actually knew that Rao usually did not pretend to be too handsome gentleman Liu Xiahui, but she was still a little bit hot, letting go of her and going out to take a bath.

The first time I went out to open a room with An Zhishui, she took a bath, and then asked him to take a bath. Although this kind of thing gave Li an unbelievable feeling, he was still overjoyed, went to the bathroom to undress, and then The thought that An Zhishui could certainly see his shadow from the side, Li Rong thought for a while, always felt a little awkward, so he turned off the light, because the projection under the waist is really too unsightly, maybe Will frighten him, and men rarely have the intention to show off their figure.

Lee ’s blood seemed to be rushing to the bottom, his brain was not good enough, and he felt vaguely that something was wrong tonight, what was wrong? I can't think of it.

Li Zhi came out after taking a shower, but his body was cold. It turned out that An Zhishui had already collapsed into the quilt, and seemed to fall asleep.

Her eyelashes were not shaking nervously. She wasn't pretending to sleep. Her breathing was gentle and seemed to be at ease.

After all, she was tired, Li Rong sighed, and she still thought it was too beautiful. Where did An Zhishui feel in a mood to do that kind of thing with him? It seems that it should not be now, maybe the breakthrough progress of two people will make her mind shift, but after all, it is not suitable.

Unable to do anything, Li Rong began to think that he felt something wrong just now, but after going tonight, many things should be more natural in the future.

Li did not deliberately go to the sofa, took off his towel, changed into a nightgown, and got into the bed.

The bed was very large, the quilt was very large, An Zhishui was not An Nanxiu, Li Rong did not have the courage to sleep, looked at her gentle and peaceful sleep, and turned off the light in the room.

Suddenly quieted, quietly listening to the sound outside the room became clearer, Li Rong opened his eyes, his nose was particularly sensitive, it seemed that the smell of Anzhishui shower gel was everywhere, but it covered her original fragrance, Slightly made Route Lee feel strange.

Breathing, she whispered to Li Dao, Li Dao had some headaches. It seemed to be doomed tonight, but he couldn't leave it anymore, reluctant, and not at ease.

Li Rong turned around, changed several poses, and finally decided to turn around and get closer to her, just look at her like this, even in the dark, there is enough beautiful light halo so that he can look intently. .

It seemed that Freudley's frequent uneasiness woke up An Zhishui, she twisted her body, and squeezed into Mr. Lee's arms.

Lee instinctively stretched his arms around her and hugged her.

Li Rong was stiff, and then suddenly filled with heat like a lit Ming lantern, An Zhishui under the quilt seemed to be naked!

"Water!" Li Zhirou's voice was shaking.

Li Rongzhi knows that An Zhishui does not have a naked-sleeping habit, not to mention An Zhishui's temperament, no matter how low her mood is, this lifestyle is also difficult to change. She should now do this subconsciously Decide.

Why is she doing this?

Does she really plan on having something with Lee? But why is she so proactive ... This is unlikely, An Zhishui took the initiative to such an extent, Li Rong would rather believe that she is not An Zhishui ... But her mood was stimulated today, An Zhishui was unbearable People who get irritated will get out of control. Maybe it's out of control now.

She fell asleep. How could she fall asleep if she really planned to have something with Lee!

She was planning to have something with Lee, but she was so tired that she fell asleep ... Lee Lee made the final judgment and conclusion.

As soon as Li Zhi's hand touched her skin, she could no longer move, but she could no longer stop moving.

Although An Zhishui was in her sleep, Li Rong was careful about her movements, but still couldn't help kissing her, breathing hot and fast.

When Li Rong's hands could not bear to move up from her delicate waist, holding the plump, naturally looking for her fine little points.

Lee has seen and played, and he knew there was a moment when the peeled cherries were covered with a thin layer of lye meat.

So the scenes that came to his mind made him a little overwhelmed. The girl in his arms moaned tenderly, seemed impatient with his harassment, and suddenly opened his eyes.

An Zhishui's bright and bright eyes were large and complex, but she did not look like she had just woken up.

"What are you doing?" An Zhishui asked suddenly.

"I'm ... I'm touching you ..." Li Rong answered embarrassedly and honestly, because there seemed to be too many things in An Zhishui's eyes, how gentle and considerate he was that he had no way to behave and had a good man in bed Her potential was tickling.

"Then what?" An Zhishui asked again.

"What then?" Lee was a little helpless, and shy and cowardly An Zhishui, who had always been involved with men and women, showed a sense of oppression at this time.

"Then what are you going to do?" An Zhishui was not unhappy, but the blush on his cheeks was thicker than before.

"I want you." Li Rong turned over and held her.

"Then ... then you ..." An Zhishui closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled softly, and he bit his wet and delicate lips, "I ... I am the first time ..."

Of course, it was the first time, and the first time was always painful. She was a little scared. Although Li Zhiling turned off the light in the bathroom soon, she could clearly see it.

Maybe she would die, so she flinched and pretended to sleep for a long time.

Forget it, just die, she was timid and slightly shocked to experience the unskilled man, but the trembling comfort she made--

I don't say anything. In short, I am a terrible person. In short, if someone wants to scold me, I hope everyone will help me scold. I believe that the plot I write is always liked by someone.

If someone does n’t like it, I just hope that you do n’t feel bad. After all, it ’s just a terrible person writing a terrible story. Regardless of this terrible person, being angry is punishing yourself with the mistakes of others.