I Heard You Still Love Her - MTL

21

—A Yan, what are you running? Are your words count?

Just like pressing acupuncture points in one sentence, Xiao Ruoyan stayed there and didn't dare to move.

The two people were in the bedroom, and only one bedside lamp was turned on. Under the dim and yellow light, it was even more ambiguous.

Xiao Ruoyan's face turned red, and even her neck and collarbone turned red. Before taking a bath, the faint heat spread from the bottom of her heart.

She lowered her head and bit her lip, shy for a while, then turned to look at Yan Zhilan.

Yan Zhilan looked at her with a smile, and the longing in her eyes was not hidden. They are going to be together for a lifetime. Sooner or later they will get there, right?

In this impetuous society, the two are completely innocent.

All of my mind is in my career, and I don't even know the fingertips.

One who is struggling in fantasy and reality, even thinking is really just fantasy.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ruoyan felt a little sour. She looked at Yan Zhilan, raised her hand and slowly put it on the belt of her pajamas.

The silk pajamas that Xiaoyan chose for her fit her image, clean and simple, with an engraved coolness.

Pulling out the belt around her waist, Xiao Ruoyan looked at Yan Zhilan, her pajamas were like water, sliding down the charming curve of her body. She looked at her, her eyes shy with firmness and heat.

Her look was filled with all kinds of amorous feelings.

Xiao Ruoyan has always been cold to the outside world, even a lonely talented woman who walks the world with a guitar, and no one needs to care for and warm her.

Only to Xiaoyan can she show such a woman's unique shyness.

Yan Zhilan stood up, she walked over slowly, with a cat-like pace almost silent, Xiao Ruoyan was inexplicably nervous, her figure is very good, tall and thin, but there is no shortage of meat. Long hair like ink draped over the snow-white shoulders.

Yan Zhilan hugged her from behind, wrapped her hand around her waist, Xiao Ruoyan's body trembled slightly, and she resisted the throbbing and asked, "Is it the same?"

The corners of Yan Zhilan's lips rose slightly, her silly Ayan, "I can't tell."

Xiao Ruoyan paused, what should I do?

She was drifting away, Yan Zhilan raised her arms like white jade, and her expression was serious: "I need to feel it more deeply."

…

The rain outside the window is still falling.

The light rain is lingering, nourishing everything, like a kiss from Xiaoyan.

She didn't make too much trouble, just gently kissed Xiao Ruoyan.

Even so, Xiao Ruoyan's body and mind, which had been lonely for a long time, couldn't help being captured. She hugged Yan Zhilan tightly and rubbed her hair.

Yan Zhilan looked into her eyes and muttered, "It's true."

Such a real temperature is not a shadow of the cold in the environment.

Xiao Ruoyan endured and endured it, looking at her eyes all the time, looking for her free hand to clasp her ten fingers.

Intimacy.

She has been proud since she was a child.

I thought I would be proud for a lifetime.

But after meeting Yan Zhilan, everything changed. It turns out that love really makes a person willing.