He said that, and he was about to drill his hand into her top.

Tong Ran was thin-skinned and was so scared that he hurriedly pulled him, "Mo Nanjue!"

The man raised his thin lips lightly. He knew that her physical condition was unstable. No matter how hard he couldn't help it, he could not touch her at this time. Mo Nanjue turned over and pressed his cheek against her lower abdomen, "I'm teasing you, am I a person who can do that kind of thing?"

"..." Isn't it?

Did he do less before?! Tong Ran glanced at him, her eyes fell on his hair that was not completely dry, and she arched her legs, "I'll get the towel."

The man looked handsome inward, obviously closing his eyes to rest, "What are you doing?"

"Print your hair."

Mo Nanjue raised his head lightly when he heard this. Tong Ran took a clean white towel and lay down again. The man still laid on her legs, "Look at you, your hair is wet."

Tong Ran held a towel and gently wiped his hair. Mo Nanjue raised his hand and put it around her waist, turning over restlessly, "I feel uncomfortable."

“Where’s the trouble?”

The man opened his eyes, "Do you want to see?"

“…”

Tong Ran paused his hand when he wiped his hair. The darkness in his eyes was obvious. She pressed his head back to her legs without thinking, "Don't look!"

Her slender fingers shuttled through his dark brown short hair. The man's hair was very good, even if it was half dry, it was still stylish. Tong Ran carefully wiped him inch by inch with a towel. Mo Nanjue suddenly spoke, "I remember the last time you blew my hair, it was in Dihao Longyuan."

Tong Ran glanced at him, "You haven't blown it to me."

The man heard this and the corner of his mouth curled up evil spirits, and he missed any opportunity, "Then blow now, how do you want to blow? Should you blow for me, or should I blow for you? Or should we blow each other?"

“…”

Blow your head!

Tong Ran could naturally understand what he meant by blowing. She threw the towel on his handsome face, "Mo Nanjue!"

"Say a few more words," the man moved his body forward, his handsome face pressing against her lower abdomen through his clothes, "I like to hear you call me."

Tong Ran smiled slightly, her slender hands fell on his short hair, and she stroked him one by one. The man snorted comfortably, "The technique is good."

"Of course."

"Have you blow your hair to Luo Xiao?"

She didn't hide it, "blowed."

Mo Nanjue frowned when he heard this. He suddenly raised his upper body with one hand and stared at her with black eyes, "How did I realize that you have done to Luo Xiao what you did to me?"

Tong Ran didn't know which jealous he was taking, "What's the matter?"

"It's what you did to me."

"No."

"Dare you dare to say one?"

Tong Ran thought for a while, "I haven't kissed him."

“Not once?”

"I haven't kissed..."

The man pursued him relentlessly, "Have you kissed him in the face?"

“…I kissed me when I was a kid.”

Mo Nanjue suddenly leaned over and bit her cheeks.

"Ah!" Tong Ran covered her face and retreated, "What are you doing like Nan Nan?"

The man's eyes sank, "Nan Nan has bitten your face, too?"

"Nan Nan licks me often..."

Mo Nanjue's face turned dark, turned over and lay down, still facing inward, his handsome face pressed against her lower abdomen. This position made the man feel inexplicably comfortable.

It seems that I can catch something.

Tong Ran smiled and looked at him jealous, without saying anything, his hands still gently followed his hair.
Chapter completed!