The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 128: Ink depth does not give face

Until a wet head drenched by rain emerged from the side of the balcony.

Ink's deep eyebrows jumped, and walked quickly, and the sound of "唰" opened the floor-to-ceiling window -

The wind and rain outside the window, and the curtains danced like a dream.

The figure of the warm season gradually became clear on the balcony until the woman jumped in from the outside of the pole again, but because of the rain and the legs and legs had already cramped, the whole person jumped directly to the ground, hurting She snorted and looked at the cramped calf while inadvertently raising her eyes.

When I saw the depth of the ink in front of the window, I didn’t see the man’s expression. The warmth of the subconscious “噌” stood up. As a result, the pain in the leg cramps made her stand up and take a step forward. Going forward, this time it was straight and straight into the man's arms.

In the first time, Mo Jing Shen Pingsheng was shocked that there was no movement for a long time. The weight in his arms made him return to God. He subconsciously hugged the little woman who came in with cold rain and cold air.

The thunder came out of the window, and Mo Jingshen felt the coldness of the warmth of the season. If he didn't say anything, he would close the window directly, and then he would push the distance of the woman who was not crying in his arms, low-lying, fixed. Looking at her, like watching a monster, she looked at it from top to bottom, and saw a **** bruise on her face.

"How did you come up?" He whispered, but his hand was already stroking over her cold face. Not only did the cold eyebrows not touch anything, but the anger seemed to want to directly throw her away from the 33rd floor.

The warmth of the season did not explain, and the kind of pain that endured the cramps on the legs, the eyes quickly turned around in the room, and saw that there was someone in the bed quilt, and it was going to pass.

However, just about to move, her calf hurts, and she almost sat down on the floor. If it wasn’t for Mo Jingshen, she would definitely fall straight down.

"Yeah, it hurts..."

Seeing that her painful expression was distorted, the expression of the ink-stained face was slowed down a bit, to her leg: "Where is it hurt?"

"The cramps, the calf on the left." The season was warm and white, and the hand pointed at his calf.

Ink deep in the depths of the dark, directly lifted her waist.

Into the bathroom, adjust the water temperature, hold the season warm and sit on the side of the bathtub, use hot water to help her warm her legs, and the other hand will press the squat when her calf will cramp, about two minutes After that, the expression of the warm season finally eased, and the legs were no longer stiff. I gently moved in his arms.

"Well?" he asked, his eyes still cold, and his men's movements were still gentle.

The warmth of the season nodded, and the eyes looked again in the direction outside the bathroom. From this angle, I couldn’t see the big bag that was bulging in the bed quilt. She saw the shirt that was still messy but still graceful. The trousers hesitated for two seconds and reached out and touched his face.

Mo Jingshen was stiff because of her movements, and the twilight was darker and darker. Press her hand: "Don't move."

He drove the hot water directly from the top of her head and asked her to warm up as soon as possible.

The warmth of the season can be seen that he is very uncomfortable now, and his eyes are red and he will not hesitate to throw him in his arms. When he stepped back two steps in her unprepared way, she clung to his neck. Do not let go, whispered in his ear and asked: "Is there a woman in the bed?"

Ink deep raised his hand and stroked her wet long hair: "Well."

It’s too late to say things before and after, and it’s too late to explain. He is even tighter in the warm season: “Have you touched her?”

"No." Without hesitation, the man's voice is dumb, but he is much more awake than the warmth of the season.

The big stone on the warm heart of the season instantly landed, and she seemed to be able to relax at the end. The whole person was so attached to his arms.

"I know..." The mood finally couldn't help anymore. The season warmed and hugged him: "I know... I know..."

I heard that the little woman was crying, as if the whole person had relaxed, but instead was afraid, and Mo Jingshen put down the shower head and hugged her.

"The door to this room can't be opened, there are people outside, is it?" The season warmed and asked.

"Yeah." Mo Jingshen's voice is still dumb.

The season warmed up and sucked his nose, and suddenly he got up from his arms and looked at him with red eyes: "Are you very uncomfortable now? How did you endure for hours?"

Obviously, she knows everything.

Ink did not say much, but only sighed on her head, faintly swearing: "I am fine."

"I still have nothing to say!" The warmth of the season went over and kissed him in the corner of his lips. Although the eyes were a little red, they were sparkling: "Then you don't have to endure now, I am here, you can do whatever you want now!" ”

Ink deep smiled low, kissed her kiss on her lips, and dumbly said: "Stupid, it is not suitable here."

"How is it inappropriate? I took the initiative for the first time, you still don't give me face!"

Ink Jing Shen held her hand up and pressed her in her arms, and dumbly said: "Not here, there is monitoring."

The warm expression of the season was stiff and he looked at him incredulously. This was quickly retreating from his arms. Mo Jingshen held her tightly and did not let her back. The mute warned: "Be honest, don't move."

(End of this chapter)