If the love is deep into the bones

Chapter 69 Representation
It's strange, obviously his hands are so hot, and I can feel the faint heat from his chest, but his lips are actually a little cold.

I kissed him lightly, then raised my head and straightened my waist.

He didn't say a word, just looked at me like that, his eyes were darker than before, which made me panic.

"Why, why are you looking at me like that?"

"That's it?" The tone is still lazy, but the voice has become hoarse.

"...Then what should I do?" I asked knowingly, my voice was weak, as small as a mosquito.

"Should..." He paused, pulled his lips lightly and lowered his eyelids, his eyes fell on my lips.

The temperature of that gaze made me feel like my lips were scalded, and then he tilted his head slightly...

The hot breath brushed my nostrils, I closed my eyes, and my whole body collapsed into his arms, allowing him to lift my knees and lift me up.

The briefcase and the jewelry box fell to the ground with a clatter. He hugged me and walked to the couch and put me down without paying attention.

My heart was beating like a drum, I was panting slightly, my voice was hoarse and trembling.He is all in my foggy vision...

When it was over, my whole body was exhausted, and my head was still slightly white.

Panting slightly, he brushed away the hair that was sticking to my cheeks and forehead, his eyes lingered on my face for a while, then he suddenly bent his lips, and asked with a low smile, "Is the bathroom ready?"

"..." I sniffed, and replied a little aggrieved, "I-I got it done."

"Have you bought the toiletries?"

"Bought, bought, shower gel, shampoo, and, there are razors, towels..."

"Heh..." He closed his eyes and laughed out loud.

"..." Damn it!What's so funny!
He smiled and turned back to look at me, "I don't think I can live a good life."

This sounded like a boast, I couldn't help being a little proud, but I still said: "It doesn't count..."

"That's not counting, look at your shy little face."

"Uh..." Am I being obvious?
After scanning the table, he reached out to pick up the cigarette case I had put on the table before, "How much have you smoked today?"

"..." I held back, lowered my eyes, and replied in a low voice, "Two."

He took out a cigarette and glanced sideways at me, "It's okay."

I pursed my lips and said nothing, he just sat there smoking, biting his cigarette and looking at me.

"...What are you looking at me for?" The voice came out calmly, but my face was extremely hot.

"I, I'm going to the bathroom." I paused for a few seconds before making a sound, stepped on my shoes, and went straight to the bathroom with shaking feet.

(End of this chapter)