His little cutie turned sweet

Chapter 317 Is it my turn?
However, when the little girl's face was only five centimeters away from his, Nancy stopped approaching.

Seeing her stop, Gu Xuanyang felt a little disappointed at the bottom of his eyes, and lowered his eyes, but saw her move closer to his chin.

The little girl stared at his chin for a few seconds, then opened her cherry lips slightly, and gently blew hot air on his chin.

The warm wind blew his chin, Gu Xuanyang's body became stiff, and the bottom of his light brown eyes gradually froze.

Looking at her close at hand, and this action that was not unfamiliar to them, he instantly thought that when he was a child, whenever he was injured, she would come and comfort him with his wounds.

Gu Xuanyang felt hot in his heart.

He didn't stop her movement, just looked down at her blowing hard.

Looking at her thick black eyelashes trembling slightly, with remaining teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes, and looking down, she saw her upturned nose and pink lips.

Gu Xuanyang's Adam's apple rolled down.

What lingers on the tip of her nose is the rich fragrance of milk shower gel on her body, and it seems that she can still smell the sweet breath exhaled from her mouth.

But Gu Xuanyang didn't think about any limited-edition pictures at this time, his thoughts were all on her.

...just enjoying her whirring silently.

I don't know how long it took to blow it until Nancy's throat was a little dry, so she raised her head and stepped back, looking at his dark eyes full of questions.

"Brother, does it still hurt?"

The little girl's voice was soft and soft, and it sounded so sweet that one could feel a puff in one's heart. Listening to her speak made one feel that the whole world was warmed up.

The corners of Gu Xuanyang's lips curled up, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Oh." Nancy blinked, seeing that his chin was not as red as before, and wanted to sit back to the original position.

But she didn't want to, just moved, the young and slender Bai Zhe's fingers clasped her shoulders.

Meet his deep light brown eyes.

His magnetic words came from his ear, "You are done playing, is it my turn?"

Gu Xuanyang's eyes fell on the top of her head, where his chin hurt just now, his eyes were slightly dark.

Nancy was quite confused, "Huh?"

Gu Xuanyang pointed to his chin, and repeated it patiently, "You are done blowing, should I blow it for you?"

Nancy understood now, but her head didn't hurt anymore, so she rejected him with her mouth open.

"No brother, I don't feel any pain anymore, you don't need to blow it to me."

Gu Xuanyang disagreed. Looking at her, his magnetic voice was dragging, and his voice was full of seriousness, "How can that be done? Courtesy is reciprocal. If you blow it to me, I have to blow it to you too."

As he said that, without waiting for her to refuse, his slender Bai Zhe's fingers directly held her face and pulled it down, and stopped when it reached a certain height.

Before Nancy could react, she was forced to lower her head, "Brother, what are you doing?"

As soon as the words were spoken, she felt the place where she was hurt just now, and there were bursts of warm wind blowing on the top of her head, blowing through her heart, and blowing through her ears.

Nancy's eyes widened, her lips curled, and she was forced to feel his wind.

The wind he blows seems to be different from the wind blowing from a hair dryer.

Maybe it's her psychology.

In the end, Nancy couldn't resist, so she just squinted her eyes and enjoyed it in a relaxed manner.

It's nice to be blown on the head by the warm wind.

It's just that the posture is a little uncomfortable. Nancy opened her eyes, looked down at the pants between his legs, and couldn't help curling her lips.

It would be even better if you could lie down.

But she didn't say that.

Otherwise, she would appear to be hypocritical.

After letting him blow for a while, Nancy stopped her, "Okay, brother, I don't feel hurt anymore, I can stop."

Gu Xuanyang stopped blowing.

Nancy raised her head, her face was puffed with powder, but her eyes seemed to hide stars.

Just heard her say in a non-surprising way, "Brother blowing with his mouth is really comfortable, even more comfortable than blowing with a hair dryer."

(End of this chapter)