"Brother Ling, don’t move, I want to do sit-ups." Hua Hua raised both hands and placed them behind her head, slightly tensing her abs, quickly sitting up.
Ling Yin stood at the edge of the bed, holding back: "Alright."
Then, the next scene, it’s so beautiful I dare not enjoy it alone.
Hua Hua’s lips directly touched Ling Yin’s chest muscles.
Before savoring it, Hua Hua had already swiftly fallen back.
The next second, Hua Hua quickly sat up again, leaving a light trace on the skin of his chest, like an electric shock, quickly moving towards the abdon.
Hua Hua had fallen back again.
"Brother Ling, can you count for , how many I can do in a minute?" Hua Hua was simply reaching the ultimate level of combining flirting with exercise.
Ling Yin took out his phone and checked the stopwatch.
Another soft and swift electric current coursed across the chest.
After being struck by such currents countless tis, Hua Hua asked, "Brother Ling, how many have I done?"
Without waiting for an answer, Ling Yin had already thrown away the phone and pounced onto the bed, Hua Hua dodging his fiery kisses while saying, "Brother Ling, what if you get snot on my face?"
...
The room fell into silence, not even a sound of swallowing.
Ling Yin stood up, tidied his clothes: "I should go take a shower." He couldn’t risk kissing, what if he passed it on... Although the doctor said it’s not the flu, there still might be a 1% chance!
Ling Yin walked into the bathroom, frustrated, and closed the door.
Hua Hua hugged the pillow, laughing so much her body shook, rolling on the bed countless tis, suddenly she stopped, wait, Hua Hua touched her own head: Was I too much of a buzzkill?
Resolutely, she jumped off the bed ten minutes later, walked to the bathroom door, pushed it, and found it locked?
Hmph, was he guarding against wolves?
"Brother Ling, I need to pee!"
Soon the bathroom door opened, Hua Hua successfully slipped in, walked to the toilet with a serious look, and peed.
Glancing to the left from ti to ti, Ling Yin was covered in foam, such a pity she couldn’t see his eight-pack abs, Hua Hua’s mouth curved up as she walked over, "Brother Ling, do you want to help you wash?"
"No need, I can wash myself, you better leave, getting water on you isn’t good."
But Hua Hua had already walked up to him, snatched the sponge from his hand, and used the showerhead to rinse all the foam off his body.
"Hua Hua?"
"Hmm?" Hua Hua had already pinned him against the wall, giving him a satisfied kiss.
"I’m having a cold," Ling Yin said.
"So what?" Hua Hua rubbed against his ear and bit his smooth shoulder.
The sound of rushing water in the bathroom didn’t stop, Ling Yin held him tightly, not daring to move: "You’ll catch it."
"It’s not the flu, why are you worse than Mao Mao? Even when Mao Mao licked , I didn’t think he’d give rabies."
Then, the soft lips pressed up, with a hint of rose-scented body wash, swirling between their lips and teeth.
Ling Yin held back for three seconds before suddenly wrapping an arm around his back, pressing the back of his head with the other hand, deepening the kiss, hesitant yet urgent, a very conflicted state.
Hua Hua’s eyelashes trembled, feeling Ling Yin push back his tongue, then continuing the entanglent in his mouth, at that mont, all the rationality Ling Yin held onto all night was washed away, leaving only slow, deep affection in the steamy bathroom.
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