When Song Congee knocked on the door, Yan Haoxiang was actually lying on the bed ready to sleep when he heard someone knocking on the door. He opened the door and saw that the girl outside the door was wearing thin pajamas, and the quilt had been taken away by the other two.
The girl's beautiful figure loomed in Yan Haoxiang's eyes under the shroud of the white nightgown. The two of them stood face to face with embarrassment. Yan Haoxiang felt that he could hear the sound of his own saliva.
Song porridge, which was easily coaxed by Song Yaxuan and Liu Yaowen, jumped into the dormitory without waiting for Yan Haoxiang to react. When he reacted and closed the door, he turned around and saw the little girl standing there leaning against the white curtain.
It was late at night, and the surrounding environment where the lights were not turned on was dim. His eyes gradually moved down, and it was on the little foot on the ground that was shrouded in moonlight.
He felt a little angry. He didn't listen to Song Yaxuan and Liu Yaowen's explanation that Song Gouge had already been explained by Song Yaxuan and Liu Yaowen, so he directly stopped him at the waist and hugged her horizontally.
yanhaoxiangWhy don't you wear shoes?
In the darkness, Song Porridge couldn't see Yan Haoxiang's expression clearly, and only felt that his voice was a little suppressed every day, as if he was shrouded in some unknown atmosphere.
Song porridge was put on the bed by him, he leaned over and bullied him, with only his arms on the left and right sides of Song porridge to support his body and wait for the feedback from Song porridge.
In the night, he lowered his eyes and looked at her. The moonlight made Song Porridge could only see his eyes clearly, and most of the light in his eyes had disappeared.
Obviously, not in the state.
songzhouzhouWhy are you so unhappy?
Song Congee asked a few questions about this matter, but Yan Haoxiang didn't seem to hear it, and kept his movements just now. He didn't move or speak.
Song porridge was also stunned for a moment, and finally decided to break the awkward atmosphere, supporting the bed behind her with her little hands, supporting her body and exposing herself to the bright moonlight.
At this moment, it was as if time had stopped.
The distance between the two quietly approached, and with the gradually enlarged breathing sound in her ears, Song Gouge saw Yan Haoxiang's pupils tremble slightly, and she pouted slightly.
"Boo."
It was a crisp and ambiguous sound, as if pressing the play button by the way, Yan Haoxiang reached out to hold Song porridge's head, and the eager kiss invaded fiercely.
The regular breathing was disturbed, the hair was randomly disrupted, the kiss between men and women seemed to be between the confusion with a slight meaning of punishment, and the girl's neatly dressed pajamas were torn apart. Two buttons.
The back pain caused by Zhang Zhenyuan seemed to be a few minutes ago. Song Porridge wanted to push the person away in a panic, but the whole person was turned over by Yan Haoxiang and sent to him.
The sound of his smoky voice was even more silent at the moment, and his hand gently reached into her pajamas, and his hot palm was on her back.
The girl's stiff body was not difficult to reflect her tension. She felt Yan Haoxiang's palm caressing his waist and limbs wantonly, shackling her wrists.
yanhaoxiangI just thought after seeing you, obviously the first mark of porridge belongs to me...
The hot breath in his nasal cavity sprayed on Song porridge's ears, and the distance between his face and his face was just enough for Yan Haoxiang to vaguely see Song porridge's slightly blushing face and her helplessness.
There seemed to be a demagogic force in his voice. Song Porridge couldn't resist that strange feeling, only to feel that as the temperature around him rose, his spirit became confused.
yanhaoxiangDid you sleep well today?
yanhaoxiangI won't miss the porridge next time.
