Chapter 164

Just then, the sound of the water inside was clattering.

"Take it?"

Ji'an's heart beat fast, immediately took a random one, and then wrapped the clothes in a pile by the door.

"I've put it out of the door for you. You can wash it and get it yourself."

She said this quickly, and then immediately jumped away, as if she had taken something shameful, and now her face was as red as sunset.

Teng Yiyang did not find her strange, just made a sound just to make sure that she had stayed in the room.

Although she knew the door was locked, she could only stay, but he was still worried.

Hearing her answer, he was at last relieved.

"Do you want to come in and wash together, you can save water."

He lowered his voice and tried to seduce her.

Ji An's face became hotter when he heard it. He was so angry that he said, "who wants to wash with you? Don't daydream!"

"Now the sun is down, it's already evening," he said, laughing ominously. "I can give you a free massage service."

Ji An is so angry and shy that he wants to kick the door.

"Go away!"

Teng Yiyang laughs and can hear his happy laughter through the door.

Knowing he had been teased by him, Ji'an sat down on the sofa indignantly, intending to ignore him, no matter what he said.

However, the hot air in the bathroom seemed to overflow, stained her cheek, steaming hot.

She found the air conditioner remote control and quickly cooled down.

Teng Yiyang only heard a burst of footsteps moving, as if you can imagine that she was teased by his hair, lovely and charming.

Thinking about his throat tightening, he immediately stopped and said to the outside, "I'll wash it soon. I won't let you wait too long."

Ji An covered his ears and did not listen.

After a while, he really stopped and Ji'an put down his hand.

There is his breath everywhere. Ji'an feels uncomfortable all over, as if he is lax, and his breath breaks through the defense line.

She pursed her lips, picked up her mobile phone and continued to return messages.

So the time should pass faster.

She absentmindedly returned a few messages, and saw that the chat interface had a strange name.

Sleeping treasure Baba.

Combined with the episode, she remembered who the man was.

It turned out that what he was doing behind her was changing her name.

Some time ago, she changed her current wechat name, sleeping treasure hemp.

He changed his name to Shuibao.

Although in the identity is right, but it seems to feel uncomfortable.

It's like a couple's name.

She poked his head twice with anger.

The head portrait is as shameless as he is. It is a self portrait of narcissism.

Forget it. Don't worry about such a rogue.

and other Teng Yi Yang took a bath, tore their hair, and sprayed some perfume on their body, preparing for a beauty bath to seduce her.

Before opening the door, he deliberately widened the opening of his bathrobe.

Baby, I'm here.

However, as soon as he opened the door, a cold air rushed towards him, and he sneezed.

Is it so hot? The temperature is so low?

It's so dark in the room that the lights are not on. What's she doing?

As soon as he lifted his feet, he tripped over the clothes on the ground. He picked them up speechlessly and walked out with his clothes in his arms.

Turn on the light, there is no one on the bed, turn around, you can see the person sleeping on the sofa.

He sighed, pulled up his collar, and went over to turn up the temperature.

Went over, carefully picked up the person, and then put it on the bed, covered the quilt.

"You can't sleep even if you have a bed. Are you stupid?"

He squatted on the edge of the bed, gently pinched her nose, eyes full of doting.

As if sensing the discomfort, she turned her face and drew her whole body into the quilt.

The whole person nests in, only a few tufts of hair fall on the pillow.

The hair was black and shiny in the light.

With his heart moving, he twists a few strands of hair and sniffs at it.

The fragrance is as good as before.

I want to be in her arms.

It's a pity that he has just taken a bath, his body is wet and his hair is wet.

Can only half lean on the bed wall, one hand against the quilt, gently patted.

Ji'an felt as if he was walking on an endless road, surrounded by abysses, without flowers, trees and houses.

And all she could walk was the road less than half a meter wide in front of her.

The wind is so strong that she will be blown down.

At this time, it seemed that there was a light call in the air.

"Ann, ANN, wake up..."She seemed to be sucked into the whirlpool, opened her eyes and looked at her with her back to the light.

Eyes adapted to the light, the appearance of people in front of them gradually became clear.

She couldn't tell what was going on and looked at him blankly.

After Teng Yiyang wakes her up, he sees that she is obviously not in a state. He can't help but lean closer to her, touch her face with one hand, rub her ears with his thumb, insert his four fingers into her soft hair, and whisper, "it's late, we should go home."

"Isn't this our home?" She mumbled vaguely.

Such a clever and unreasonable person, as if back to the past, two people have not been stiff, Teng Yiyang for a moment in a trance.

It was a picture that he did not dare to recall for a long time.

As the gap has not appeared in these years, the two people have not been separated, she is still his cute little rabbit, and he is her unshakable backer.

He lowered his head against her forehead, pulled up the corner of his mouth, and said gently, "no, we want to go back to our own home."

Teng's old house is where he grew up with her. It's home.

But for him, in the real sense, it belongs to the two people's home, which is made in heaven.

Everything inside was arranged by her own hands.

That's their home.

"Well, go home." She rubbed his fingers unconsciously and returned unprepared.

His eyes turned red in a flash.

It's been a long time since I've seen her with all her heart and soul.

From Reunion to now, she is like a hedgehog in full armor. At any time, she is a sharp thorn to him, never willing to compromise and trust him.

Those deep in the heart of the memory, these years dare not recall the past, at this time to see her rely on soft Meng appearance, like opening the lock, rushing to rush to the front.

It was only at this moment that he realized how much he missed Ji'an, who had been following him.

Because I'm afraid, I can't help thinking back.

She let go and there was no return.

He was afraid that he would be tortured mad by memory before she came back.

He lowered his head, gave her a kiss on the eye, and then held her tightly with the quilt in his arms.

Make sure that the person in front of you is no longer an illusory illusion in a dream.

He tightened his hands, repressed his emotions, his throat tightened and his voice choked.

"I'm sorry."

I'm sorry for the mistakes I made in those years.

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