He carried her to the big bed, because the big bed was soft, so he directly threw Mu Jinjin in his arms on the bed like a toy.
Mu Jinjin fell on the bed, the mattress was instantly pressed to the bottom by her due to the heavy force, and after a few seconds, she rebounded again, and the comfortable feeling made her laugh playfully.
"Huh."
But for a moment she couldn't laugh, because she found that the man standing on the edge of the bed was looking at her like a prey, his eyes burning and ambiguous, and his hand was untying the bath towel on his waist.
Mu Jinjin was afraid, sat up straight and shrank into the corner of the bed, a pair of calves that were originally wrapped in a yukata were completely exposed, she hurriedly took a pillow and put it on her lap to cover it, looking at the pillow on her lap and didn't dare to look at him.
But no matter how she escaped and how scared she was, it was still here that was supposed to come.
She looked at the pillow on her lap for a short time, when suddenly a bath towel landed on the pillow with great precision.
She was stunned, and instinctively looked up, and was greeted by a strong male body "Ahh Mu Jinjin was frightened, and a pair of small hands that were originally placed on his stomach subconsciously covered his face, not wanting to see those pictures that made people blush and heartbeat.
But he didn't allow it.
At some point, he sat down next to her, snatched her wrist domineeringly, and landed her weak, boneless little hand at the place of his heart.
The sound of his unsteady heartbeat reached her heart through the palm of her hand, and the strange sensation made her eyes open in a daze.
"Do you know why it jumps so fast?"
he asked her very seriously.
"I don't know," Mu Jinjin shook his head in fear.
"Because I want you and it's hard, so it jumps fast."
His tone was hoarse, and he leaned closer to her lips and kissed her.
Mu Jinjin was ashamed and annoyed, and turned his head sideways to avoid his kiss, but he directly dragged her up one leg and forced her to sit on his lap.
Mu Jinjin's cheeks turned even redder after sitting on him, and for fear reasons, her hands subconsciously wrapped around his neck, her face buried deep in his neck and refused to come out, and her breath was pitiful.
She was afraid to see him, and even more afraid to hear him say something to her that made her want to cry without tears.
But even though she almost rubbed her face into his neck to escape, he still refused to let her go.
He picked up her long wet hair with one hand, and peeled off her yukata with the other, and when her slender fingers touched the snow-white skin behind her, she felt an electric shock, trembling and trembling.
As the yukata was lowered to her waist, he let go of her hand that was holding her hair, and her long, brown curls fell like that, covering her white waist instead of the yukata.
He seemed to like her hair very much, and his slender fingers were like combs that were embedded in her long hair over and over again, stroking gently and rhythmically down to the roots.
From time to time, he picked a few strands and put them on the tip of his nose to smell them, and liked the smell of perfume on it that he couldn't name.
But her hair, as attractive as it was, wasn't the subject of what he wanted to attack tonight.
He pulled the curly hair down his fingertips, clasped his hands on her ears and straightened her clingy little head, and by the faint light of the room, he noticed that her little face was not as red as if it could drip at any moment.
He thought she was too cute, kissed her watery eyes and asked her, "How many times have you been so scared?"
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