Sweetheart was sitting on pins and needles, barely drying her hair with a hair dryer, and quickly sat by the bed, twisting her clothes and thinking about what to do - this is to devote oneself and body rhythm!

Would you like to send Ma Weiwei a help message?

Forget it, telling Ma Weiwei is equivalent to telling the whole world, don’t end up spreading it to Situ Qinglang’s ears. If he doesn’t plan to do anything, wouldn’t he be laughed at by laughing?

Sweethearts are so entangled. What is their business!

Situ Qinglang took a shower quickly. It took only about ten minutes before the bathroom door opened. He let out a long breath and his neck was almost broken.

I took a towel and walked out while wiping my hair. My naked upper body had water droplets rolling down, which was simply...

As a tough man, it’s so tempting and tempting!

Shenxin stood up nervously when she heard the movement in the living room. Before she could prepare, Situ Qinglang pushed open the bedroom door and wiping her hair while complaining: "No wonder you are so short, which reminds me of a German shepherd raised by my father when I was a child."

...There is a necessary connection between the two? Sweetheart looked at him with a confused look on his face - and where is the height of 1.65 meters? She was not born to be a model!

"The German Shepherd should have grown to a big size, but my father kept it in a very small cage. Over time, it was one shorter and shorter than other dogs."

"..." Sweetheart looked at him helplessly, "Uncle Long-legged, next time you mock me, you don't have to beat around the bush, just say that I'm a second-level disability."

Situ Qinglang built his happiness on the pain of Sweetheart. Sweetheart was very happy when he was unhappy, so he smiled very handsomely.

Sweetheart turned his eyes and suddenly said meaningfully: "But Uncle Long-legged, I have to tell you something. The one you used to wipe your hair is my foot towel."

Virgo Situ Qinglang was shocked!

"Puff hahahahaha..." Sweetheart looked at his expression of eating flies and laughed indifferently.

He was wearing shorts that he had changed from somewhere. His long legs were really enviable and jealous. Sweetheart smiled for a while, lay on the bed and looked at his chest muscles greedily, and the hideous scar on his chest. Although he felt very distressed, he also felt that he was very masculine.

"You have such a good figure." She couldn't help but sigh.

"Fortunately, if you want to have abdominal muscles, run with me in the future." Situ Qinglang sat down beside the bed.

"Then forget it, I have no movement cells in nature." Sweetheart said as she looked at him leaning against the bed. After a moment, she suddenly jumped up in shock, "You, why are you sitting down on my bed?"

"Can't you sit on your bed?" Situ Qinglang looked at her with a funny look.

"I can sit... won't you go home?" Sweetheart finally asked in confusion, and hoped in his heart - quickly, answer me loudly, you plan to stay here tonight for the night!

Situ Qinglang put the towel aside, twisted the lamp on the dark table, barely stretched his body, and replied casually: "Of course I won't go back, otherwise why would I take a bath with you? It's not like taking a hot spring."

Sweetheart blushed, and her heartbeat accelerated after realizing it. Although she really wanted him to stay, he... He is a man, she can't leave a man for the night casually, she has principles.

She mustered up the courage to ask, "Qinglang, what is our relationship? I feel... I haven't gotten close to you so much that you can stay at my house for the night. I'm not a casual woman."
Chapter completed!