MTL - Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

The 3067th chapter of the girl with a black belly **** (53)

Fu Yuheng finished his work and opened another 10-minute remote summary meeting. After turning off the computer, he found that Bai Weiwei was asleep.

She embraced the pillow, leaned on the large single sofa, tilted her head against the armrest of the sofa, and closed her eyes to sleep.

The delicate cheeks were pressed with red marks by the armrests of the sofa.

The teenager calmly watched her for a while before getting up, and then went to take a blanket and carefully covered her.

After finishing, he went to take a shower in the bathroom.

When taking a shower, this young boy will inevitably be restless.

Even the most recent work has consumed most of his energy.

Unable to suppress, the imagination that was lifted by the girl.

This feeling is strange to him.

Instead, he didn't know what method to use to suppress it for a while.

Fu Yuheng took a cold shower and looked at the mirror with water vapor.

In the mirror filled with water vapor, he vaguely saw a hot blush on his face.

If it is not cold water bath.

He could say that the temperature on his skin was brought by hot water, not himself.

The recent self-control has almost moved away.

Fu Yuheng laughed at himself.

He just put on his pajamas at will and went out.

The coldness of the air conditioner made him wash his cold water, and finally took away a wave of heat.

He walked calmly to the sofa and bent to hug the girl.

The blanket was not covered, and it slipped to the ground in one go.

The slender fingers of the teenager also touched the girl's smooth and tender back skin.

He hugged her and stood there for a while.

I don't know if I'm in a daze or feeling the tenderness of the girl in my arms.

Finally, he recovered.

Then she took her to the bed.

Bai Weiwei lay down on the bed, turned her body at once, stretched her arms around the quilt, and fell asleep in a curled up posture.

Fu Yuheng stood by the bed and saw her lovely sleeping position.

The brain flashed through the analysis.

I heard that people who use this sleeping position are insecure.

The teenager stared at her quietly for a long time before going to bed and lying down.

He lay flat.

Bai Weiwei curled up to sleep on the other side.

There is a gap between them.

Fu Yuheng squinted at the lamp.

The girl next to him was still in the insecure posture, not moving at all.

Seems to be able to sleep in this position for a night.

The teenager looked at her sideways.

I saw her large, clean back, and her black hair scattered randomly on the pillow.

The slender neck, the outline of the line is also very beautiful.

He looked at it for a while, and then looked away calmly.

Silent for a while.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, halfway, and withdrew his fingers again.

Then cross your hands and place it on the back of your head, pillow.

He has always been calm and old.

His momentary thoughts were floating, which was too fresh for him.

Even a little confused.

These emotional fluctuations may be, perhaps, physiological problems.

For Fu Yuheng, there is no reason to control the physical self-control.

He stared at the lamp for a long time.

Suddenly noticed that the person on his side turned over.

She turned to him without a single stroke, but her fingers were free to let go.

Put it on his waist once, a little below.

He froze, his body stiff for half a minute, and did not move, nor did she take her fingers away.

It was so deadlocked.

The time passed by one by one.

Fu Yuheng's pillow was a little numb, and his fingers began to numb like acupuncture.

He frowned.

Remove the hand from the back of the head, and then turn sideways as if destined to reach out, and then put her on his hand and hold it.

(End of this chapter)