Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

The other party is not good to toast anymore, after all, today is Cen Liangxi's home court, and the bride is still waiting in the room.

Cen Liangxi's figure disappeared in the bustling front hall.

The moment Cen Liangxi stepped on the stairs to the second floor, the slight drunkenness in Cen Liangxi's eyes disappeared instantly.

Lazily raised his hand to untie the top button, revealing a small piece of cold white skin.

Cen Liangxi stopped at the door of the bedroom, lowered her head and smelled it, and could smell the light alcohol on her body.

I'm afraid that I'm going to meet the little girl.

Cen Liangxi frowned slightly, opened the door and walked in.

There was a festive red in the bedroom, and two red candles were placed on the long platform not far from the dressing table.

The light did not turn on, only two light yellow candles flickered.

The crackling candle burning sounded occasionally.

Rong Huang was already asleep on the bed, with happy clothes on the hangers.

Her small white face was buried in the quilt, her delicate eyebrows stretched out, and she slept very comfortably.

One foot sticks out of the quilt, an ankle is slender, and the shell-like toes are peach-like color.

Cen Liangxi's eyes lightly moved, and she stuffed Rong Huang's feet in without changing her face, tucked the corner of her bed, and turned to take a bath.

Half an hour later, Cen Liangxi came out of the bathroom in her nightgown wrapped in cool water vapor.

There are some long broken hairs on the forehead that are not dry, and there are drops of water falling on the ends of the hair, slowly dripping.

The man's long and narrow phoenix eyes had a little scarlet at the end of his eyes, which was similar to the glamorous color that was strongly rendered afterwards.

Rong Huang was already awake at this time, holding the quilt and staring blankly at the roof. He turned his head to look at Cen Liangxi after hearing the sound.

The pure black and clean apricot eyes have a light smile, and the voice is soft and waxy, "Cen Cen."

Cen Liangxi stepped forward and asked hoarsely, "Are you hungry?"

Rong Huang touched his belly and shook his head, "I'm not hungry."

She ate before going to bed.

Rong Huang glanced at Cen Liangxi's wet hair, frowned, and pointed to the water droplets on the tips of her hair, "Dry the hair dry."

Cen Liangxi raised her eyebrows and obediently took a towel from the hanger on the side and handed it to Rong Huang.

The man's clear brows and eyes softened a lot against the candlelight behind him, and his tone was gentle, as if he was acting like a baby with Rong Huang, "Xiaozai, you can wipe it for me."

Rong Huang blinked, couldn't he wipe it by himself?

How grown up, and let someone wipe your hair.

Rong Huang snorted in his heart against Cen Liangxi's deep eyes, just this time.

just one time!

Rong Huang removed the strands of hair from his face, sat up, and took the towel.

The movement of getting up drove the loose shirt on his body, revealing the delicate white collarbone, with a delicate feeling of fragility.

If you control the little girl, press it gently here, for fear that it will break.

Cen Liangxi calmly moved her eyes away, and sat on the side of the bed with her back to Rong Huang, her voice a little more dumb than before, "Wipe it."

Rong Huang replied, knelt on the bed and straightened up to wipe his hair.

The man's hair was soft and dries quickly, and Rong Huang dries 80 to 90% without wiping it for a while.

The corner of the towel dangled in front of my eyes, and then dangled up for a while and then dropped again.

The slightly moist towel made Cen Liangxi's eyes silent.

The delicious milk scent of the little girl lingered in her nose, and Cen Liangxi couldn't help raising her hand to hold the corner of the towel.

The soft towel rubbed against his face.

Rong Huang let out a soft ah, tilting his head to look at Cen Liangxi, "What's the matter?"

Cen Liangxi's hand squeezed the towel slightly, and suddenly pulled forward.