mtl008 Chapter 165 Blow her hair
Chapter 165 Blow her hair
He knew what answer she wanted to hear, and his answer was in line with her wishes, but he didn't lie.
After he had her, he never touched other women.
He was confused about his behavior. At first, he did it to vent his anger, for revenge, and for punishment.
He couldn't accept the feeling of being deceived and abandoned.
So he tried his best to find a sense of existence and the pleasure of revenge on her.
Until he realized it, his eyes and his body seemed to be occupied by her.
It seems that only his heart is still his own.
People like him who don't understand love don't know that people's actions reflect their inner desires.
He lowered his head, resting his forehead on her shoulder, and hummed a little with some grievance.
Ever since he learned that she was pregnant, he had been enduring it and felt very uncomfortable.
Even so, he still didn't want to find another woman.
I've heard people say before that there are some men who will remain chaste for one woman.
At that time, he scoffed at it and just laughed it off as nonsense.
Unexpectedly, at this moment he was experiencing the very thing that he had once disdained.
He swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling up and down secretly, his wing-like eyelashes trembling slightly because of his forbearance, and half-begged: "Just help me again, baby?"
In fact, when Ling Zhen heard him say that he didn't want to find another woman, his heart seemed to sink into the water, surrounded by warmth, and felt deeply comforted.
She gave up struggling, took a long breath, closed her eyes, and spoke with difficulty, "How about I use this to help you?"
Then tap your lips.
Hearing this, Tang Shuya's eyelids suddenly lifted, and his clear voice was filled with joy: "Really?"
Her lips trembled slightly and she nodded slowly.
He was afraid that she would change her mind, so he immediately stood up and sat by the bathtub, pulling her arm closer to him, while Ling Zhen's body was still soaking in the bathtub.
Under the soft light, the smooth hair is like ripples in the water, slowly spreading out, like a moist and lively ink painting.
A few strands of hair seemed to brush against the man's muscular thighs, and the tingling sensation made the man's body temperature even hotter.
A tuft of black hair was tangled disobediently around his fingertips.
He stared at it for a moment, picked up the strand of hair with his slender fingertips, and sniffed it under his delicate nose. A faint fragrance filled his nose.
"Baby, have you noticed that you are now a skilled technician?"
There was satisfaction in his voice.
Ling Zhen immediately raised her eyes, but because she couldn't speak, she could only stare at him with her almond-shaped eyes wide open, glaring at him fiercely.
Although she didn't say anything, Tang Shuya knew from her dissatisfied and accusing eyes that she was definitely calling him a pervert.
He admitted that he was a pervert. Her staring at him made him even more excited, and all the blood in his body gathered together.
His body temperature was higher than the water in the bathtub, and the temperature in the bathroom was scorching.
In a moment, the breath echoing in the bathroom was rapid and heavy.
After a while, he slowly relaxed, stood up and carried her out of the water.
Tang Shuya wrapped her in a large bath towel and wanted to help her wipe off the water stains on her body, but was stopped by Ling Zhen.
"You go out first, I can do it myself."
Having just been satisfied, he was particularly easy to talk to. He looked at her, smiled, responded, and left.
When Ling Zhen pushed the door open, he saw Tang Shuya's broad, fair back. He had only a bath towel wrapped around his muscular waist. He was still steaming from his body. He was blowing his hair in front of the mirror. His arms were raised, revealing clear muscle curves with obvious blue veins extending from his wrists to his elbows.
Anyone who sees a man like this would want to possess him.
The blush on Ling Zhen's face never faded, I don't know if it was because of the heat or some other reason.
He turned around and saw Ling Zhen standing there blankly, water dripping from the ends of her hair. He waved at her, "Come here, let your hair be blown dry."
She habitually wanted to refuse, but the man's soft voice sounded again in the bedroom, "You have long hair, you need to blow dry it before going to bed, otherwise you will have a headache."
This kind of conversation is very common in life, but it rarely happens between Ling Ruo and Tang Shuya.
Their beginning was a mistake. Apart from quarrels, cursing and sarcasm, the most common thing they talked about was dirty talk in bed.
There was no normal conversation between ordinary men and women, let alone Tang Shuya helping her blow dry her hair.
For men like them, this behavior is already extremely rare and precious.
She sat down in front of him. Neither of them spoke. Only the roar of the hair dryer filled the entire bedroom.
Her hair was a little long, as if it had not been trimmed for some time. As a woman, she seemed to care nothing about her hairstyle. She didn't dye it or perm it, and let it grow wildly.
Because of this, her hair is black and smooth, and even on a night like this, it still has a slight luster.
He couldn't help but move closer, letting her head rest on his chest.
His upper body was naked, his wet hair stuck to his chest, and his skin was soaked by water, which made Tang Shuya's heart soften.
He gently inserted his long fingers into her hair, lifted it slightly, and used a warm breeze to gently pass through the wet hair inside.
Ling Zhen hadn't enjoyed this kind of treatment for a long time. She remembered the last time was when her mother was still alive. Her mother always nagged her for washing her hair too late and going to bed with her hair not dry.
He also said the same thing as Tang Shuya, that if you don't dry your hair before going to bed, you will get a headache.
Thinking of this, her eyes became hot and she lowered her head hastily.
I didn't expect to hear this sentence again from Tang Shuya's mouth.
The hair dryer stopped, and the dried hair fell down her back like a waterfall.
Tang Shuya's nostrils twitched, and the air was filled with the fragrance of her hair.
He leaned over, buried his head in her hair, and rubbed her through the silk pajamas.
In almost the blink of an eye, the desire that had just retreated reappeared in his eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned around to glance at him, her eyes filled with autumn water, "Didn't you just..."
"What just happened to me?"
He pretended to be stupid, with a playful smile on his lips, and glanced at her with his handsome eyes.
Her face flushed with shame and anger, and she kept her mouth shut.
He liked to see her look of dislike for him but helpless, with her cheeks slightly puffed up and her mouth pouting, like a little squirrel with puffed cheeks.
He turned her head and sucked her lips hard.
Ling Zhen only felt pain in his lips and could only let out a few weak whimpers.
After kissing for a while, he withdrew, and his low and hoarse voice stirred her eardrums, "I have a lot of goods in the warehouse recently, baby, please be kind again."
In this matter, he tried every possible way to seduce and coax her. When he is willing to coax someone, no woman should be able to resist, right?
He carried her to the bed and held her tightly in his arms, their bodies pressed close together, followed by a series of detailed and intense kisses.