Chu Zhuo lay on her and stopped moving. After a while, Lu Mu breathed evenly and fell asleep.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Lu Mu. Because of sleeping, her handsome face was as pure as a child who was ignorant of the world.

Even though the years were quiet, she felt that her body was secreting dopamine, and her excitement was about to bubbling on her head.

When you are young, both men and women will have spring dreams.

Of course, she was no exception. Chunmeng's object was lying on her bed, pressed under her body by her, sleeping deeply and deeply, and she could do whatever she wanted.

The nose rubbed gently with it, and the floating breath blended in. Lu Mu blinked and then kissed his face, cold and soft.

Dopamine in her body, if she is seriously overweight, will she get drunk? She is now dizzy?

There were storms outside and the thunder roared.

Chu Zhuo closed his eyes and hugged Lu Mu tightly, and fell asleep at some point.

I don’t know how long she had been sleeping, but her face felt itchy. She opened her eyes in a daze and looked at her deep eyes, as gentle as water.

Chu Zhuo rubbed his eyes: "You are awake, Brother Mu."

Lu Mu looked at her intently, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and gently stroked his fingers over the hair beside her cheeks.

Chu Zhuo's smile became deeper and rubbed his arms like he was acting coquettish: "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

"It would be strange if you can sleep when you are held tightly like this."

With Lu Mu's faint words, Chu Zhuo realized that he was as tightly wrapped around Lu Mu like an octopus. The two of them were lying on the bed like this, and their posture was so charming and ambiguous.

Chu Zhuo was shocked and instantly lost his sleepiness. He suddenly sat up from the bed, blushing with his face: "That's asleep, I don't know why this happened..."

At home, she was wearing a knee-length home skirt. What she said quickly pulled the skirt down to cover her legs.

Lu Mu held her hand, gently stroked her palm, and looked at her silently, with a little evil look.

Chu Zhuo blinked his eyes, feeling that the ambiguous factor of the air suddenly became hot, as if it would explode in the next second, causing his throat to be a little dry.

She licked her lips and said, "What time is it now..."

As she said that, she stretched out her hands to get her phone, but Lu Mu pulled her back to her body and lay down.

Holding her in her arms, Lu Mukong put a hand on her waist, and a warm breath fell on her face, and a low voice murmured in her ear: "It's getting late, I should go back."

He said he should go back, but he didn't move, just looking at her with a smile.

"The typhoon has arrived. Don't go back. Let's sleep here tonight." Chu Zhuo said inviting words, and he always felt something strange.

It was a long time later that she realized that she had actually kept him overnight and became the closest person in the world.

Men are so beautiful when they smile, as if they can catch a person's soul.

Moreover, his voice was very light, just like the spring breeze in March, gentle enough to melt people.
Chapter completed!