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MTL - Dressed As Scum A Marked the Crazy Beauty Boss-Chapter 92
The milk-scented shower gel is pure but full of desire.
The vacancy seemed narrow for a moment, and the temperature and humidity tightly entangled Cheng Jiqing.
The warm white light overhead is like a soft moonlight shining from the clouds.
Cheng Jiqing thought, she is indeed not a female Tang monk, but she should also know that she is not a saint with a pure heart and asceticism.
But Bai Xin is a real fairy.
She is being drawn into the jungle of instinct.
He grabbed her with warm hands, and rubbed his fingertips against her already wet palm.
"What about you? Does it smell good?" Bai Xin's voice was misty, with a sense of charm in this situation.
Cheng Jiqing's eyes were heavy, as was his voice: "That's it."
Her breath, her heart and lungs, and everything about her are all occupied by this fragrance.
Fragrant she was dying.
"Pay attention to your neck, I'm going out."
Cheng Jiqing looked away and pulled her hands, suppressing her ups and downs, suppressing the agitation of her glands that was about to become uncontrollable. Turn around and go outside.
But then, the heat suddenly rushed from behind her, and she was hugged from behind by a hotter body.
Wet, limp and boneless, and scorching hot.
From the corner of her eye, she saw pure white in the mirror beside her.
The water dripped to the ground, and the cottony white foam also fell to the ground, and some were squeezed into the air when Bai Xin hugged her.
It is suspended in a tiny way, floating like a floating boat.
Cheng Jiqing's voice suddenly became hoarse: "Bai Xin, let go."
Bai Xin tightened her grip even more, her chin was pressed against Cheng Jiqing's back shoulder from behind, her hair was still damp, even Cheng Jiqing's temples were also wet.
Breathing in Cheng Jiqing's ear: "Cheng Jiqing, I always seem to be very unbearable in front of you... You love to read, and I read one a while ago, and there is a sentence in it."
Cheng Jiqing closed her eyes, her heart was already beating like a drum, her body temperature was so high that she was about to drown.
In the quiet bathroom, there was Bai Xinkong's seductive voice: "The greatest joy of a libertine is to seduce others to flirt. I think this word is the best way to describe my feeling."
She loves Cheng Jiqing, her people, her character, and her thoughts.
Naturally, he couldn't escape loving her body.
In front of Cheng Jiqing, she could surrender to the simplest desire.
She desperately wanted everything about Cheng Jiqing.
She wanted Cheng Jiqing to belong to her physically and mentally, and wanted Cheng Jiqing to be like her.
Even if Cheng Jiqing is a noble god, she will pull the **** down, sink with her, and go to the underworld.
Bai Xin said: "Chengcheng...would you like to be with me tonight..."
debauchery.
Cheng Jiqing opened his eyes, his breath was deep, his brown pupils were dark and deep at that time.
She clenched her fist, then grabbed the hand at her waist and pulled it away.
Too fast and too powerful.
Bai Xin was thrown away by this force, and her back hit the bathroom door, but it didn't hurt, because Cheng Jiqing's hand supported her on the back, and the touch made her hum.
Cheng Jiqing continued to push her into the bathroom.
She stepped back into the more cramped room of frosted glass.
This time her smooth back touched the cold tile wall, she shivered coldly, but her heart was filled with excitement.
The glass door closes.
Cheng Jiqing came over.
The existence of two people made the space even smaller, and they looked at each other with short breaths.
But no one moved first.
A few seconds later, Cheng Jiqing breathed heavily, stretched out his hand and pulled the person forward, and followed Bai Xin back under the shower.
She lowered her head, the scar on her neck must have been soaked with water, it was slightly red, and there was a little foam beside it.
Sometimes Bai Xin is like a rebellious child, telling her not to do anything, but what she wants to do makes you have to put all your attention on her.
Happily, you are not bored.
Cheng Jiqing turned on the shower.
The hot water rushed down from the shower in an instant, drenching the foam off Bai Xin's neck, and she felt Bai Xin frowned because of the pain.
And Cheng Jiqing's hair was wet, his cheeks were wet, and his body was also wet.
The drops of eyelashes kept rolling down, with a tendency to surge.
She looked at Bai Xin with wet drooping eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "We haven't reconciled yet, you know that?"
Bai Xin raised her jaw slightly, and the water flowed across her delicate and ruddy facial features, like a washed rose, stunning and moving.
Raising her hand to caress Cheng Jiqing's side face, she approached slowly, from Cheng Jiqing's eyes to her lips, she heaved violently, her voice was hoarse: "I know, I also know...you want it too."
The moment the words fell, Bai Xin's kiss covered Cheng Jiqing's lips in the water.
Cheng Jiqing closed her eyes under the water, her eyelashes trembled, and her knuckles were pale from exertion.
Her heart was shaking.
Bai Xin parted slightly, her eyes fixed on Cheng Jiqing greedily, she hugged Cheng Jiqing's neck with both hands, and then kissed it—
The shoulders were suddenly pinched.
She opened her eyes in surprise, and immediately met Cheng Jiqing's bewildered and struggling eyes.
She clearly felt Cheng Jiqing's struggle, a struggle that she was not ready for...
In the past, she might have used all her strength to lock people up, but she knew that as long as she used more strength, Cheng Jiqing would stay. But seeing that look, she suddenly didn't want to.
She hoped that Cheng Jiqing could be more determined, without any burden, and wanted her with thinking.
moment.
Bai Xin's hand slipped down, feeling a little weak.
Then, as if angry, he pushed the person away, his voice cooled down, and he pressed his eyes and said, "Turn around."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the water on the top of his head slipped across his full lips, full of anger and desire.
The hair stuck to his face, Cheng Jiqing brushed it back with his fingers, and said silently, "I'll go out."
Just now, she had the urge to follow her instincts, and it is understandable that she would feel affection for Bai Xin, but... when she was about to kick the door, she developed that layer of self-protection film.
Shallow, easy to tear.
But when it is not torn, it will inevitably affect the mood.
So, struggle, hesitate.
regress.
Still the same, she can be decisive in everything, but she is always cautious in front of Bai Xin.
Afraid of hurting Bai Xin, and hurting himself.
Cheng Jiqing reached out to pull the door.
Bai Xinqi said: "You are afraid that I will catch a cold, so am I not afraid that you will catch a cold?!"
Going out in such water, even if the warm wind blows, it will be uncomfortable.
Cheng Jiqing choked for breath.
Bai Xin took a breath: "Turn around. Or if you want to watch me wash, I don't mind."
After finishing speaking, Bai Xin raised his eyes and looked straight into Cheng Jiqing's eyes, and began to put his hands on his body.
Proud and coquettish.
Lure to the extreme.
"..."
Cheng Jiqing's throat was itchy, and she could see and hear the familiar annoyance. She was silent for a second, then turned around.
Like facing the wall and thinking about the past, with your back to Bai Xin and facing the frosted glass.
From time to time, water splashed on her back and feet.
It's warm, and it's also Martian.
Bai Xin took a shower behind her, which was not an easy thing for her.
A few minutes later.
The sound of water stopped, and Bai Xin opened the door to go out.
Cheng Jiqing was left in the milk-scented space, she leaned her head slightly against the glass, and raised her hand to touch the abnormally fluctuating gland.
I was soaked through.
Restlessness and sobriety are entangled.
She heaved a long sigh.
One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon.
She is like this, neither can become a Buddha, nor can she become a demon, it is the most pitiful.
Twenty minutes later.
Cheng Jiqing walked out of the bathroom after washing hastily, her body was wrapped in a bath towel, and a towel was wrapped around her head.
As soon as he went out, the lights in the house dimmed.
Deliberate can no longer be deliberate.
Cheng Jiqing: "..."
Cheng Jiqing glanced at the person sitting on the inner bed with his back turned to him, and changed into a fleece nightgown, but his hair was loose, obviously not blown.
"There's a hair dryer in the cupboard," she said.
After she finished speaking, no one responded, she turned around and went to get a set of pajamas first.
After changing into pajamas and coming out of the bathroom, he found that he had already gone to bed, as if he was going to sleep like this.
Cheng Jiqing paused, and said, "Get up and dry your hair before going back to sleep."
Bai Xin still ignored her, and even put the quilt on his head in a 'retaliatory' way in response.
Cheng Jiqing: "..."
Then he remembered that Bai Xin's wound was soaked in water just now, so he had to deal with it again.
I can't fall asleep like this.
Cheng Jiqing stood there looking at the figure bowed under the white quilt, kept silent for a while, and went to get the hair dryer.
Walk to Bai Xin's bedside.
"Get up and dry your hair."
The hair dryer is plugged into a socket next to the bed.
Cheng Jiqing waited for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to pull the quilt away, without much effort, but the man curled up with his back to her, his wet hair scattered on his cheeks, covering his fair side face.
She turned around slightly, and grabbed Bai Xin's shoulders with both hands to arrest him.
Then he saw Bai Xin's slightly red eyes.
Peach Blossom eyes gleamed, filled with mist, as if crushed.
Cheng Jiqing's heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly speechless.
Bai Xin turned his head away, not looking at her, angry and a little bit wronged.
A few seconds later, Cheng Jiqing pulled Bai Xin's shoulders to make her turn her back to him, and then turned on the hair dryer.
Bai Xin's hair is very soft, the same as most of her body.
Fingers go in, it's so precious.
The hum of the hair dryer broke the silence in the house.
After an unknown period of time, Bai Xin suddenly turned around and fell into Cheng Jiqing's arms. She hugged Cheng Jiqing's back tightly.
It's different from the hug in the bathroom just now.
At that time, there were more feelings mixed in...even longing.
The hair dryer was still ringing, Cheng Jiqing paused, then lowered his head in this position, and continued to help Bai Xin dry his hair.
she understands.
She understands Bai Xin's heart better than anyone else.
The sound of the hair dryer, mixed with the noisy memories in the distance, covered them.
At that time, in the summer, it was still in Nanyang City.
After half a year, Cheng Jiqing remembered very clearly that it was the day they reconciled after their first real quarrel.
It was also the day of the date.
I only got up in the afternoon and ordered porridge.
One rib, one seafood.
Bai Xin also took a shower and said he was hungry, so he refused to dry his hair.
So she called people over, and sat at the narrow bathroom door, facing the mirror in the bathroom, helping Bai Xin to dry her hair.
Bai Xin also turned around and hugged her like this.
…
The sound stopped.
Memories also stopped.
But Bai Xin didn't let go, and Cheng Jiqing didn't push him away either.
One stood by the bed, and the other sat on the bed with bent legs.
Cheng Jiqing lowered his eyes, looked at the person in his arms, raised his hand, and two seconds later, his palm lightly fell on the top of Bai Xin's head.
She stands on the edge, probably on the edge of drowning all the time.
She knew which direction the boat was heading, but she had encountered wind and waves on the way, so she was extra careful this time.
but-
She misses the other side.
Bai Xin may have heard her heart, and said in her arms: "I will wait."
Cheng Jiqing later recalled that at this moment, the snow in her heart had already melted...
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The author has something to say:
A winner on the surface, but a loser in reality—Cheng Jiqing.
The greatest joy of a libertine is to seduce others to let loose. —André Gide, "If the Seed Never Died"