The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1730 Picked up a Little Taoist (79)

Seeing this, Aunt Jiang blinked her eyes.

Because of washing her hair, after dawdling and washing for so long, she had already forgotten that she hadn't washed it yet, and then she came out directly.

...Could it be that Song Yu washed her for her?
Aunt Jiang blinked her eyes, she wasn't embarrassed, but...

I saw Song Yu walked to the balcony with the small piece of white fabric with a normal expression, reached out to hold a hanger, and stretched the small piece of fabric, and there was a circle of white lace on it.

Just like that, Song Yu hung the washed underwear on the clothesline with a calm expression.

Aunt Jiang: "..."

A tall boy is wearing a white loose T-shirt and gray trousers, standing lazily on the balcony, in front of him is a drying rack with a row of clothes, the breeze is blowing, and the clothes are hanging on the clothesline Swing a few times.

Before Aunt Jiang could look away from Song Yu, Song Yu turned around and caught her.

Song Yu's eyes met Jiang Yu's. Under the dark night sky, the moonlight fell on the bottom of his eyes, like a lake of spring water, sparkling.

His lips were slightly hooked and smiled lightly.

"elder sister."

Song Yu came over, went to the cabinet to get a hair dryer, walked behind Aunt Jiang, and began to blow-dry her hair.

The dormitory was very quiet, except for the whirring of the hair dryer.

From time to time, the hot air from the hair dryer brushed Aunt Jiang's ears. The young man's slender fingertips pierced her hair, his movements were gentle and slow, which made people feel physically and mentally relaxed.

As the wet hair dries, the aroma of the shampoo gradually diffuses in the room. It has the same aroma as the shower gel, which is a light citrus fragrance.

The wind stopped, and the surroundings became quiet.

Song Yu put the hair dryer aside, and before Aunt Jiang got up, his fingertips had already brushed away the long hair on the back of Aunt Jiang's neck.

The boy bowed his head in silence, and kissed gently on the back of the snow-white neck.

His lips covered a tiny red mole.

Suddenly, with his lips and teeth parted, he held the tiny red mole in his mouth.

Sucking, his lips and teeth bit the soft flesh of the nape of his neck again.

The scorching heat from the back of her neck, and the gentle caress of her lips, made Aunt Jiang's spine start to rippling with numbness.

"What are you doing?" Aunt Jiang narrowed her eyes, her face didn't seem to have too much emotion, and when she was speaking, she just raised her hand and casually rubbed the young man's refreshing and soft black hair.

Song Yu put his arms around her waist and smiled softly, "It's nothing, I was just thinking that I promised my sister to pick up yang to replenish yin, but it has been so long, but it has not been realized. I was thinking just now, and I always feel that I It seems like a man who doesn't keep his word. He has lived for so long without doing anything."

Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows lazily when she heard the words, "So?"

He tilted his head, kissed the base of her ear, and even stroked the red mole on the back of her neck with his fingertips. His deep voice was like the seduction of a fox boy: "So sister, please pick me."

"Sister, you smell so fragrant...so hot"

……

The lights at night are brilliant neon lights, and the patchwork street lights by the river cast yellow halos one after another on the ground, and the fresh grass and trees can be smelled in the air.

The lights in the room were still on, and Aunt Jiang felt that her icy body was now starting to heat up.

She put her hands on her forehead, panting for breath, beads of sweat seemed to fall on her eyelashes, she subconsciously twitched her eyelashes, but her eyes were still blurred.

(End of this chapter)