Hold Ye Shao's thick thighs tightly

Chapter 43 Serenade

Hearing footsteps, Ye Sihan raised his head and looked in the direction of the study door.

Xia Lin came over and saw his slender fingers pinching a hardcover book, just like a classic scene in a movie, leaning against the door, leaning on his body to enjoy it.

Ye Sihan, "What are you here for?"

Xia Lin, "I can't get enough of you, let's take a look."

Ye Sihan ignored her and looked down at the book in his hand.

Xia Lin leaned against the door, lazily forgot about him, really reluctant.

"Darling, after you left, you looked like a cat, looking at the man not far away.

If this really sleeps him, again, I will miss you. "

Xia Lin, "Think about it all."

Ye Sihan, "How old are you?"

Xia Lin, "Eighteen, what about you?"

When Ye Sihan heard Eighteen, he was a little surprised. He raised his head and glanced at Xia Lin, his gaze swept from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

There is no place like Eighteen. "

"Concentrated is the essence."

Xia Lin grinds her teeth!

Ye Sihan, "It seems too concentrated."

Xia Lin, "..."

She stared at Ye Sihan with beautiful eyes.

Ye Sihan lowered his head and continued to read.

Xia Lin, "Only vulgar men pay attention to women."

Ye Sihan asked in a low voice, "Where are women who are not vulgar should pay attention?"

Xia Lin, "..."

Ye Sihan got up, put the book back on the shelf, stepped out of the study with a pair of devilish long legs, passed her, and returned to the bedroom.

Xia Lin looked at his back, "Stop reading?"

Ye Sihan, "..."

She picked up steps and followed.

Ye Sihan turned his head, "I thought you wanted to read."

Xia Lin, "I'm here to see you, where are you and where am I?"

Ye Sihan stopped in his tracks and looked at Xia Lin with gloomy and deep eyes.

It's only twenty!
Xia Lin watched Ye Sihan for a long time.

Ye Sihan went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Xia Lin followed, took his arm, and leaned into his arms as a pillow.

Ye Sihan looked sideways at her.

Xia Lin said seriously, "You are the man I want to sleep with, and you are probably the last one."

Ye Sihan pinched her face, "Are you really only eighteen?"

Xia Lin let out a "hmm".

The familiar physiological reaction struck again, and Ye Sihan's eyes turned gloomy and cold, "Do you know how to write the word clean and self-sufficient?"

Xia Lin, "I know."

Ye Sihan looked at her.

Xia Lin, "Do you want me to write it for you?"

Ye Sihan moved his hand away and closed his eyes.

Xia Lin leaned into his arms, "You were listening to Mozart's "Serenade" that night, and I liked it too. May I play it for you?"

Ye Sihan didn't make a sound, and ignored her.

Xia Lin finger scribbled on his chest.

Ye Sihan stretched out his hand to pat her away, and pointed to a spot, "Over there."

Xia Lin glanced at the position he pointed at.

She had known it for a long time, where a black lacquered piano was covered by a black handmade velvet scarf.

I got out of bed, moved a gold-painted low chair, sat in front of the piano, lifted the velvet, and landed on it with delicate fingers, an attack sound, and the fingers danced on the black piano keys.

While playing, she turned her head to look at Ye Sihan.

Ye Sihan was a little surprised, and his eyes fell on her. He didn't expect that she could really play, professionally!

The two people's eyes met, and a trace of different feelings spread.

(End of this chapter)