He Is Warmer Than Time

In the small hotel on the other side of the ancient town, if Deputy Head Gu knew that Yang Haitao would come from behind, although the relationship did not last that long, he had been identified before him.

How would you feel?

Song Ran washed, dressed in a long nightdress, and threw himself on the bed. The man on the bed next door was wearing a white shirt and reading a book in his hand.

Song Ran brushed her hair: "I finally know why you always get perfect scores in the exams. I went out to play with my girlfriend and brought a book. If you don't get full scores in the exams, it's hard to tolerate you."

Gu Jingxing stroked the cover of the book lightly, divided his energy and raised his eyes to look at her: "Are you jealous of my book?"

Song Ran curled his lips: "Will Deputy Head Gu be less affectionate? It's getting late. You can take a shower and let's go to sleep."

Gu Jingxing buckled the book to his pillow: "What you said is ambiguous."

Song Ran smiled coquettishly: "Where is the ambiguity?"

Gu Jingxing sat down and stared at her: "Let's sleep, do we sleep separately, or should we sleep together?"

Song Ran kicked her feet: "Old fox, old hooligan!"

Gu Jingxing grabbed her feet, and dragged her from the bed next door with force. Song Ran screamed, "Gu Jingxing...what are you doing?"

After speaking, she was already sitting on his lap, Song Ran stretched out her hand to push him: "I didn't hook you this time, and I don't have a long memory. As a soldier, what do you want to do?"

Gu Jingxing's hand stroked her back: "Well, I have been outside today. I haven't hugged you well. Now that night, there is no one. I want to hug you for a while."

Nephrite is warm and fragrant in her arms. She is fragrant and wearing thin pajamas. Gu Jingxing feels that holding her in her arms at this time is just a cocoon.

Song Ran pushed his chest: "You are a serious person with a bad stomach. If I tell others about your crimes, others will think that I am slandering you out of thin air, and they hate you the most honest person. ."

Gu Jingxing chuckled, her eyes filled with petting, "Huh? Do you hate me?"

Song Ran hummed softly: "Well, I hate you but I hate you."

Gu Jingxing raised his eyebrows slightly: "Song Ran, you are in my arms, on my lap, in this room where only me and you, before you talk, you have to think twice, Ran Ran, do you still hate me? "

Song Ran suddenly shrank her neck. She didn't want his legs to be requisitioned, nor did she want to help him with her hands.

He softened his voice and flattered: "I don't hate it, I like you, but I like you, but I like you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person was picked up by him.

She exclaimed, "Gu Jingxing, what are you doing?"

He gently put her on the bed: "I will cover my ears with a quilt for a while, don't listen, you know?"

Song Ran swallowed, "You...what are you going to do?"

Gu Jingxing touched the corner of her mouth: "Fire it out."

After speaking, he walked into the bathroom, and then, hearing his voice, Song Ran was not afraid of death and said: "This time it has nothing to do with me, I won't help you."

Obviously it was the fire he started himself, whoever picked it out.

Gu Jingxing had no time to respond to her. That voice really sounded sexy, and it would make people tempted to come closer and find out.

When Song Ran reacted, he had already walked to the door of the bathroom.

When the cool breeze blew, she suddenly became sober, Song Ran, Song Ran, you are so bold, forget how you used to help him with your hands.

Forget it.