Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going? - Chapter 1435

The bathroom is divided into two levels, separated from the left and right. The bathroom is on the outside, and the bathroom is on the right. It is separated by semi-frosted glass. She can see it when she stretches her head in.

Wen Xiaoai opened the bathroom door again and walked in.

As soon as he walked in, Wen Xiaoai’s gaze spontaneously looked to the right hand, and the semi-frosted glass couldn’t stop it.

Under the shower, the man’s white and sturdy body just hit his eyes.

Wen Xiaoai’s face burned, and he quickly turned his head away, embarrassed to look again, and was afraid that Jun Moyan would be unhappy.

“I, I’ll put the clothes here for you. Come and pick them up later.” Wen Xiaoai said, holding the clothes and walking to the sink, putting down Jun Moyan’s clothes.

Her little heart thumped, her eyes always wanted to look back uncontrollably, but she didn’t dare to look directly.

I don’t know if it was because of nervousness. After putting down her clothes, she forgot to go out quickly, and she was a little slow.

“I, I put it down.” She said again, and then turned around and was about to leave, fearing that she might look at her, Wen Xiaoai turned towards the door.

But he didn’t want to turn around, Jun Moyan didn’t know when he stood behind her, and called her: “Little boy.”

Wen Xiaoai was shocked. She had just focused on the bathroom behind her. She didn’t notice Jun Moyan approaching in the mirror, nor did she feel the rising temperature behind her.

“Jun Moyan.” Wen Xiaoai, who was already nervous, was frightened by Jun Moyan who suddenly appeared behind him, and looked at him with some panic.

He didn’t wear anything, with water drops all over his face. He stood in front of her and leaned very close to her. When she just turned around, his shoulders touched his body. After the hot bath, he was hot and the heat transferred to her, making her feel hot.

Realizing that he was wearing nothing all over, Wen Xiaoai looked down subconsciously. When she realized that she couldn’t look around, she had already seen a little.

She closed her eyes quickly, and the scene caused her to flush from her neck to her face, and her hands were hot with her two small ears. The blood was flowing back all over, and it was difficult to breathe.

“Jun Moyan, why don’t you wear clothes?” She closed her eyes and asked him nervously and shyly.

Without waiting for his answer, Wen Xiaoai was hugged by him on the sink, his knees were held by his hands and gently moved to the sides, his waist easily squeezed into her legs.

Wen Xiaoai opened her eyes during this period, and was frightened for a second, and then closed her back. She subconsciously wanted to clamp her legs, but only clamped his waist tighter. She even vaguely felt something…

He didn’t wear anything, Wen Xiaoai opened her eyes in a panic, and she looked directly at her legs while her head was hot.

After reacting to the situation, she closed her eyes again in time, and covered her face and eyes. After raising her head, she opened her eyes to see Jun Moyan.

“…Jun Moyan, what are you doing?” She swallowed nervously, tensed her body and didn’t dare to move or look around.

But my mind couldn’t help thinking about it, all thinking was the picture between her legs.

Jun Mo Yan Youshen’s eyes seemed to be on fire, and Wen Xiaoai was shocked and afraid that his whole body was hot, and his legs became weak.

Jun Moyan cupped her small face with both hands, and at the same time leaned down, kept getting close to her, and then gently rubbed her fingers that were covering her small face with the tip of his nose.

His breathing was hot, and the hot breath sprayed between Wen Xiaoai’s fingers.

“Why don’t you wear shoes?” He asked her, her voice was slightly dumb and sexy, and Wen Xiaoai’s heart was numb when she heard it, and her breathing became more chaotic, and her brain was buzzing. There was nothing to think about, so she was dazed. Looking at Jun Mo Yan.

“Little boy.”

He called her, holding her small face in both hands, rubbing the tip of her nose against her fingers, the hot breath spreading over her face.

Wen Xiaoai felt his breath in the air.

“Um…” She looked at him and responded softly.

Jun Mo Yan Ru Feather’s tickle movement made her a little unbearable, and slowly felt her whole body weak and soft, and she couldn’t sit still.