The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 832 I am a woman who worships gold (69)

  Su Qinghuan wore the silk nightdress she held before, and casually wiped her still watery hair with a big towel.

  As the woman wiped her hair, shallow drops of water rolled down the towel onto her shoulders and skirt.

The thin black nightdress outlines her beautiful figure, her waist is thin, buttocks are curled, and her skin is as white as good jade, and she has the incomparable radiance and delicateness of jade, which makes people want to touch it. Last one, what kind of texture should it be?

"I finished showering."

  Su Qinghuan glanced at Qu Chengze casually, as if he didn't feel that his appearance at the moment revealed much confusion.

  And Qu Chengze stared at her like a stunned young man, his eyes slightly startled.

   "Oh...oh...ok!"

  ……

   Seeing the little fox in front of him, he swallowed involuntarily in his throat.

  Even if the person Qu Chengze always cherishes in his heart is Ling Xian'er, Qu Chengze has to admit that no matter in appearance or figure, Ling Xian'er can't compare with Su Qinghuan.

  The woman in front of her was standing in front of her, her eyes full of beauty, and she had no unnecessary movements, but she was like a fascinating female demon, with indescribable innocence and clarity.

  The two contradictory temperaments of pure and desire blended in her body, but it did not appear to be contrary to her, but people couldn't help keeping their eyes on her, and didn't want to separate for a moment.

  ……

  Qu Chengze suddenly had a kind of unspeakable pride and joy, but also raised a kind of unspoken anger and worry.

  He is pleased that Su Qinghuan is willing to let him stay here to help her rub the medicine, and he is also worried about this matter.

  If it is not him who is left today, but any other man, would Su Qinghuan not have the slightest sense of vigilance?

  You should know that men are sheep in wolf skins. No matter how gentle on the surface, they still have infinite evil thoughts in their hearts, and they may choose people to eat them at any time.

  ……

   "Why can't you still come?"

  Su Qinghuan sat casually on the velvet sofa, her two straight and slender legs slightly overlapped, elegant and arbitrary.

   "Why don't you blow my hair first?"

  "……"

  The tone of Su Qinghuan's command was too natural, and with a sense of undefended intimacy, Qu Chengze's eyes dimmed slightly, only to feel that the fire of the whole person's limbs was burning.

  If it were normal time, which female companion he brought to such a place, I was afraid that the two would have rolled into a ball long ago, or he would make a casual tease about what hair would be blown at this time.

   But when facing Su Qinghuan's slightly casual smile, Qu Chengze couldn't say anything.

  With a fire in his heart, he could only step forward in a daze, for fear that a sudden sentence of his own would scare away this fairy-like beauty in front of him.

   "Okay, Sister Qing Huan, your hair is really good."

  This sentence is Qu Chengze's sincere sigh.

  The youth subconsciously picked up a handful of Su Qinghuan’s hair and felt the silky touch. The youth only felt that the fresh and elegant scent that he had smelled before was slightly rich.

  He couldn't help but sniffed close, but he was afraid that Su Qinghuan would mistake him for a disciple, and subconsciously converged three points, trying his best to make his face look normal.

  ……

   "What are you smelling?"

  Su Qinghuan, of course, saw Qu Chengze's movements, she turned her head slightly, and in an instant, the two people looked at each other.

  At such a close distance, the beauty that collided with beauty and innocence became more and more magnified, and Qu Chengze only felt that his heartbeat had missed a beat.

   "No...nothing!" Qu Chengze took a deep breath before reluctantly calming his breath: "Sister Qing Huan, may I help you blow your hair now?!"

"good."

  Su Qinghuan lay down on the velvet sofa as if she was unconscious. She kicked off her slippers, revealing her plain ankles that were more delicate than jade.

  Qu Chengze is actually a foot-controller, but he has never told anyone about this.

  Because in Qu Chengze's heart, there has never been a woman's feet really good to see like in the comics.

   But at this moment, when Qu Chengze swept through Su Qinghuan’s delicate and flawless, even Kodan did not dye but still revealed a delicate pink toe, he only felt that breathing was a little difficult.

  ——It turns out that there are really women who are perfect from hair to fingertips.

  Qu Chengze is a little bit unable to understand now, how can anyone black Su Qinghuan.

  How can this kind of face and this body become black?

  At this time, Qu Chengze seemed to have forgotten that he was the person who spared no effort from Hei Su Qinghuan.

  ……

   Seeing Su Qinghuan lying unguarded on the velvet sofa, as if being picked up by others, Qu Chengze's eyes became darker and darker.

   "Sister Qing Huan, do you think this temperature is right?"

  He took the hair dryer and subconsciously adjusted his movements, even his jeans shifted slightly.

  The man is thankful that he is wearing wide-leg jeans that are wide enough today. With a little attention, Su Qinghuan can't see his embarrassment at the moment.

  The warm hot wind blowing on the hair is very comfortable, Su Qinghuan nodded.

   "Yes, just this temperature."

"good."

  Qu Chengze has never been such a low profile to please a woman before, not even Ling Xian'er. He did do a lot for Ling Xian'er, but they were basically assigned to others.

  Blowing hair for a woman himself like this, Qu Chengze couldn't even think of it before changing it.

   just did this for Su Qinghuan, but he didn't think it was strange at all. Even when he heard Su Qinghuan's natural order before, there was an unspeakable sweetness in his heart.

  ……

   "Sister Qinghuan, what does the shampoo you use smell like? Why does it smell so good?"

  Through the topic of shampoo, Qu Chengze lowered his head cheeky, and sniffed intoxicatingly on the back of Su Qinghuan's neck.

  Just don’t know why, he never dared to move too much, he always felt that it would scare Su Qinghuan.

  The young man thought he did all this can make people ignorant, but his heavy breathing was scattered on the skin of the little fox's neck, and soon a layer of goose bumps was aroused on Su Qinghuan's skin.

  And the system 233 was even more shocked.

   "Foggrass, host, just now, Qu Chengze's favorability for you has exceeded 80!"

   "Hey."

  Su Qinghuan was clear in her heart.

  Sure enough, men are all equally superficial.

   "I use the shampoo that the show crew put in the villa, it's no different from yours."

   "Is that so?"

  If Qu Chengze felt something wrong, he blew on Su Qinghuan for about ten minutes, then took the cooling oil on the table, and gently wiped the mosquito lumps for Su Qinghuan.

  Only when he reached his waist, Qingyoung coughed, his ear tips were reddish, and his voice was not hoarse consciously.

   "There is only this for your back waist, Sister Qing Huan, can you pull up your clothes a bit?"

  (End of this chapter)