Chapter 307 (1/2)

”What... What?” Xia Yan was startled and stammered, ”don't... don't joke!”

”Hee hee, you're scared...” Yan Xiaoqing flashed a disappointed look in her eyes, got up and said with a smile, ”well, I'm kidding you. What are you afraid of? I'm not a tigress!”

Are you kidding? Can you make fun of such a thing?

Xia Yan glared at her, but Yan Xiaoqing didn't care. She turned and walked to the bedroom. When she came back, she held a * * quilt on the sofa and smiled miserably, which made Xia Yan's heart hair.

”I won't lock the door at night!” said Yan Xiaoqing.

Xia Yan's heart jumped again. Is she implying something? Maybe not... But what if it is

When a beautiful woman tells you that she won't lock the door at night, men can't help thinking.

”I'll wash it. Who will wash it?” Ann Xiaoru came out of the bathroom in wet hair. She was wearing Yan Xiaoqing's cotton pajamas. Now, although it is autumn, the weather is not too cold, and her pajamas are not thick. When she lifted them up, she lifted her clothes up and exposed her white little waist.

This degree of light loss is not light loss at all. No one cares, but when you go up, there are two small spots on the pajamas, and an Xiaoru doesn't wear * *, which are convex.

Xia Yan couldn't help remembering that the last time she invited dish fairy 504, an Xiaoru's body

”Cough!” Yan Xiaoqing coughed twice. Xia Yan woke up from her reverie, quickly turned his head and said concealedly, ”Xiaoqing, go take a bath first!”

”Then I'll go. Don't peek, hee hee!” Yan Xiaoqing took her laundry into the bathroom.

An Xiaoru's face is red. I don't know whether the water is too hot or because Xia Yan stared at the sensitive part just now. She picked up the hair dryer on the tea table and sat on the sofa blowing her hair. Bursts of aroma were blown by the hot wind and sent to Xia Yan's nose.

Xia Yan looked at the TV absentmindedly. An Xiaoru sat beside him. She tilted her head, combed her hair with one hand and held a hairdryer in the other hand. In such a posture, she would tilt her head and bend slightly.

The neckline of the pajamas is not tight. When you bend down, a piece of snow-white will show up. Xia Yan's eyesight is too good. Unless he can turn his head, even Yu Guang can see the beautiful scene. But turning around is too deliberate and even more embarrassing.

An Xiaoru lowered his head and blew his hair behind him. His waist bent down a little. There were two thrilling arcs in his collar.

Xia Yan also bent down. He felt that he was going to explode. Now if he stood up, he would make a great fool of himself.

”Xia Yan, why are you bending down? Are you uncomfortable?” an Xiaoru asked aloud at this time.

”No... no!” Xia Yan said hurriedly.

”Xia Yan, how do you know Xiaoqing? Tell me?” an Xiaoru didn't ask much. He continued to blow his hair and seemed to ask casually.