Rose with Snow [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 42

Song Yingshi liked to open the window while turning on the air conditioner, and night breeze came in from time to time outside the window. Between the veiled curtains swaying, one or two gusts of hot wind rushed in, diluted by the air-conditioning, and the air in the house was cool and comfortable.

Huaixu began to lack oxygen. She tried her best to look as usual and said:

"No, you can see it." But I don't know what Song Yingshi's little ancestor thought, and pressed her naked waist under her eyes, and forced her to look:

"No. How do you see? Are you clear?"

Huaixu kept wiping her hair, fingers of her left hand holding the towel tightly hooked, and the towel was covered with hot flashes and wet. The color of white snow swayed lightly under her eyes, like a water snake, with the soft and white belly of the snake, wandering freely, dazzling people's eyes.

She could see clearly, but now she can't see clearly. Huaixu exhaled solemnly, and when he wanted to bypass Song Ying, he didn't want Song Yingshi to chase him directly, and refused to give up.

She also pulled her right wrist on her side:

"Just let you touch me, what's the matter? Don't be so stingy..."

The moment Song Yingshi's fingertips fell on the back of her hand, Huaixu stopped moving. Song Yingshi took the opportunity to grab her wrist, pulled it back, and put it on her stomach.

Huaixu put the soaked towel on the back of the chair, and when he turned to face Song Ying, he took a step forward. The light above my head leaked like water.

Song Yingshi finally kept the person, holding Huaixu's hand, her waist moved forward. Just as Huaixu turned and pulled, Huaixu's hand fell on Song Yingshi's stomach.

At the moment of contact, Song Yingshi muttered:

"It's so cold."

Song Yingshi's body temperature was hotter, while Huaixu was naturally colder, not to mention that she was holding a cold water in her hands at this time.

The collision of the two compartments caused Song Yingshi's lower abdomen to contract subconsciously. However, that little bit of coolness followed her, quickly spreading and spreading on her warm skin.

Like a snow seed falling from the sky, the goose feathers came in heavy snow, squeezed one after another, and had to cover her stomach in layers, and there was a thick warmth in the cold.

Huaixu's palm pressed up. Leave no gaps. Song Yingshi tightened her fingers on the T-shirt. For a moment, she wanted to put the clothes down, but immediately remembered the task, so she looked up at Huaixu.

Huaixu's eyes were not looking at her, they hung slightly, naturally falling on their skin-to-skin belly.

Song Yingshi relaxed her body and said with a smile:

"Look."

Don't look at it, Huaixu can feel Song Yingshi through every inch of skin. With each breath of Song Yingshi, her powerful muscles slowly slackened, softly pressing against Huaixu's palm, unaware of world affairs and danger.

Shrinking gently again, like a small collapse, with the slightest warm wind, hovering between the palms of her hands.

Without waiting for her to experience it carefully, it became like an inflated cake body in an oven, bulging into her palm again, and the arc converged.

Soft, hot, sweet and slightly moist. This feeling is very strange.

Huaixu exerted a slight force and pressed his palm downward.