A prostitute is about to turn over

Chapter 39 Undercurrent Surge 4
The wind blows, the sand flies, fascinated by the eyes, fascinated by the eyes of the beholder.

Yixiang murmured: "You used to call me Xiang, but now... it seems that you are blaming me for not visiting you these years and not protecting you properly."

What?Call him for details?
Yu Ling was a little puzzled, but she changed her words obediently: "Cough—Xiang, I haven't called for a long time, and I'm a little raw, hehe, don't blame it, don't blame it."

Although she has never met him before, she knows in her heart that he is the only person in the house who treats her sincerely.

Yixiang's face brightened with joy, but then darkened again, she didn't call for a long time, she meant to blame him for not coming to her for so long, she was blaming him.

His thoughts are all written on his face, but hidden in the night.

Yu Ling reached out and grabbed his arm: "Xiao, let's talk in the room, it's cold outside"

In spring, the night is as cool as water.

The tentacles are cold, okay, why is the clothes wet?

Pulling him to the bright spot, he saw that not only his clothes were wet, but even his head and face were soaked through.

Xiaolu on the side lowered her head, the corners of her mouth twitched, as if trying to hold back her smile.

Yuling remembered that Xiaolu seemed to have poured a basin of footwashing water just now. . . . . . . . . .No way. . . . . .

Finally, the two girls couldn't hold back, they laughed a lot, Yixiang looked at the two laughing maniacally inexplicably, and suddenly belatedly saw the footbath in Xiaolu's hand, so he petrified .

Looking at her hearty smile, the coldness on her body disappeared instantly, replaced by endless warmth.

Yuling stopped laughing, and yelled at Xiaolu to quickly fetch clothes for Yixiang to change into.

There are a lot of men's shirts in the closet, all of which Yuling wears when going out. Although they are a bit small, it is still no problem to cover up temporarily.

Yixiang looked at the men's shirt that Xiaolu handed him, very puzzled, how could there be men's shirts here at Xiao Yuling?
"Xiang, you put it on first, and let me talk to you slowly." Yu Ling saw his doubts, since he was her own, there was nothing to hide.

Yixiang changed her clothes, took the cloth towel handed by Xiaolu to wipe off her head and face, went to the table and sat down.

Under the light, Yuling's white jade-like skin seemed to be rouged, showing a blush, the distant mountains, the autumn eyes, and the bright red tears of beauty in the corner of the eye seemed to be more eye-catching, no, it was soul-destroying, soul-destroying.

Time seemed to stand still, Yixiang didn't dare to blink, he was afraid that this moment would disappear without a trace when he blinked.

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