He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian even forgot to turn around, and only stammered: "You...what are you doing?"

Tang Ji'an's slender fingers were still unbuttoning, and he quickly unbuttoned four buttons, revealing a piece of his chest, and Mu Mian saw his muscles.

The first sentence that flashed through her mind was that he had muscles, and his body looked so strong.

Second brother: Well, who are you looking down on?

She came back to her senses, and quickly turned her head to run outside, but slammed into the wooden door with a plop. The pain caused her to squat down and cover her head.

Tang Ji'an walked over to her with long legs in two steps: "Why are you so stupid? Why are you hitting the door straight?"

Mu Mian was pulled up by him, and when he turned his head, it was his body again.

See no evil, don't listen to evil, she shook her head and warned herself, Mu Mian, don't look, and don't make any uncontrolled actions to scare others.

Tang Ji'an took a closer look, she bumped a big bag out of her forehead and frowned: "Why are you so stupid?"

Mu Mian glanced around, but he didn't dare to look at the person in front of him.

He took her, pressed her to the bed, then raised his hand and rubbed her forehead.

The temperature of his palm was just right, and it was raining outside again, and the early autumn night made her feel dreamlike.

As soon as he looked up, it was his sturdy and sturdy body, and the touch should be good.

Thinking of this, Mu Mian was so embarrassed that his ears were red.

Mu Mian, why did you think about Tang Ji'an? You really have a bad study.

Tang Ji'an moved softly, pressed her for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Does it still hurt?"

"How do you maintain such a good figure?"

Tang Ji'an was taken aback for a while when a certain girl answered the question.

Mu Mian reacted to what he asked, and immediately explained: "Listen to me, what I want to ask is not this. I don't know how to say it, it changed. What I want to say is that I don't hurt. I don’t feel any pain anymore."

Tang Ji'an chuckled lightly, thinking that her vigorous appearance was really cute.

He reached out and unbuttoned all the buttons.

Mu Mian panicked, and quickly reached out and covered his eyes: "I...I didn't see anything."

Tang Ji'an took off his white shirt calmly, picked up the white undershirt on the side, and deliberately teased: "Don't look at me secretly between your fingers."

Mu Mian seemed to have suffered a great humiliation: "Who wants to see? Am I that kind of person? Don't look at people in the cracks of the door, you will put them down."

Tang Ji'an finds it very funny. In the first twenty-eight years of his life, life has never been so interesting.

He stretched out his hand again to untie his belt. He has always been unable to let go in front of outsiders. Even in front of his family, he would feel uncomfortable to untie his belt.

However, in front of Mu Mian, he did these things so naturally.

He unbuttoned his belt halfway through, and saw a tuft of dark objects falling on his shoulders, he turned his head to look, and groaned in fright...

Mu Mian instinctively let go of his hands: "What...what's wrong?"

Tang Er Shao's clothes were disheveled, and his pants were half taken off. Mu Mian saw the bumps that shouldn't be seen at first sight...

Then... panicked at a loss.

There...it seems huge...

That...Huh?

Why did she see it at a glance?

Mu Mian, why are you such a rascal? Why are you more rascal than a man?

Tang Jian's voice was trembling: "Spider... I have a spider on my shoulder..."

Mu Mian quickly jumped up, grabbed the spider on his shoulder with his bare hands, then opened the window and threw it out.

Young Master Tang Er was dumbfounded.