Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"I haven't seen it either." Lu Xinglan looked at it and threw it into the trash can. "No need tonight."

"Huh?" She looked like a frightened rabbit, her eyes opened round and her head was full of paste, and she asked stupidly, "What should I do if I am pregnant?"

Lu Xinglan: "..."

The cat in his heart was doing a strange thing again. It arrogantly waved its paws and pressed it hard against his heart, but the little pad under the cat's paws was soft.

He walked over and kicked the trash can away rather unnaturally: "I mean we only dated on the first day."

She was sluggish for two seconds, turned her back, trying to let her world evaporate.

Because she was hanging her head, a small section of her neck was exposed, and her white and tender skin was red with shyness.

He wanted to poke it.

Indeed, he did the same. As soon as his fingers touched the skin on her neck, she turned her head like a squeezed spring.

He was looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Are you in a hurry?"

He probably also has the attributes of a cat. When hunting, he doesn't rush to eat, first grab and play, wait until the prey is confused, and then swallow it easily.

Chen Xiangtai was stunned by this little white flower. She blushed and denied it for three consecutive times. She almost sweared: "No, I don't, I'm not in a hurry."

He smiled and put the towel on her hand: "You wipe it for me."

There was no chair beside him, so he sat on the bedside cupboard, the height was just right. As soon as he raised his head, he could see the girl's nervous eyelashes.

Well-behaved, clumsy, and timid, like a little demon in the depths of the forest, he has never seen the red dust, blood and dirt.

He wanted to hide her.

After wiping her hair, she put the towel aside: "I'll get a hair dryer."

He held her to prevent her from leaving, his voice softened, and he was showing her weakness: "My cold is not healed."

She was really nervous and distressed: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Ok."

This little demon, who has never seen the red dust, wants to take her to taste the emotions and desires.

"Then did you bring medicine?"

He shook his head, put his arms around her waist, and took her into his arms: "No."

He looked at her lips, his eyes eager and straight, making no secret of what he wanted.

Chen Xiangtai stood between his legs, bewitched by the look in his eyes, and boldly stretched out his hand and wrapped it around his neck: "Then can I kiss you?"

Of course, she can do anything to him.

"can."

He took the initiative, put his arms around her waist and brought it forward. As soon as he lowered his head, his slightly cool lips pressed against her lips. He was not just a bit of water, he was eager and rough.

He asked himself to be a gentleman, and his thoughts were too old-fashioned, but when he met her, all the restraints of "being in love but not being courteous" all went to see ghosts.

She frowned and pushed him: "Don't bite me."

He let go: "It hurts?"

She shook her head, her eyes were damp, like rain-battered flowers, pitiful, but also delicate and charming, and muttered, "Itchy."

He smiled, pecked at the place he had bitten, then picked her up and put her on his lap. The little girl's tender calf dangled, brushing his bathrobe from time to time.

"Don't bite you this time."

He held her face and wrapped it up again, and the girl in his arms clutched his hand timidly, but was very well-behaved and motionless.

"Lu Xinglan."

She called him vaguely.

Lu Xinglan didn't stop: "Hmm..."

She stepped back a little bit, blushing in a mess, and dared not look at him. Only then did Lu Xinglan let her go, holding her waist and moving her back a bit: "Sorry."

She lay on his shoulder, not looking up.

He didn't speak, and after a while, he carried her to the bed and covered her with the quilt.

"Are you going to sleep?" Half of her face was hidden in the quilt, her eyes damp.

He taught her badly.

In her eyes, there really was Hong Chen and him, with emotions and desires.

Lu Xinglan pulled the quilt down a bit to show her face: "Well, I'm going to sleep."

She just wanted to roll in, but he reached out and took a pillow: "Good night." He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then got up.

Chen Xiangtai grabbed his hand: "Are you not sleeping here?"

He put her hand back under the quilt: "I sleep on the sofa."

She stared at him blankly: "Oh."

On the first day of the relationship, I still need to be an individual. Lu Xinglan put the pillow on the sofa and went to the bathroom first.

After the lights were turned off, both of them stopped talking.

The curtains were only half drawn, the moon was shining with snow, and a few dim silver light leaked in. The electronic desk clock on the cabinet changed from nine o'clock to ten o'clock, and then from ten o'clock to eleven o'clock.

Chen Xiangtai was suffering from insomnia. It was Lu Xinglan who opened her eyes, and it was him who closed her eyes. She even forgot the sadness of the old lady's passing, and her whole thoughts were occupied by Lu Xinglan.

She got up, got off the bed lightly, walked to the edge of the sofa, squatted down, and watched him sleep with her chin. He slept very well, lying upright, with his hands on both sides, well mannered, and not talking in sleep.

But he grinds his teeth.

Like a little hamster, it rattles.

Chen Xiangtai smiled and stretched out his hand, poked his cheek, and the grinding of his teeth stopped immediately.