it's dark.
In the dormitory, Zhao Wujiang was sitting by the small stove soaking his feet.
He was wearing a thick coat and holding a hand warmer in his arms. He didn't know what he was thinking about.
"Wow..."
The hot water was poured into the wooden basin, and the temperature rose a few points.
A pair of jade feet stretched into the wooden basin and stepped on Zhao Wujiang's ruddy insteps.
Zhao Wujiang came back to his senses, glanced at Qing'er who pursed her red lips tightly, and asked:
"What are you doing?"
"Let you make some room." Qing'er's eyes were full of resentment, and her left and right feet rubbed against each other, causing water to form.
After a while, she pouted and hummed:
“My sister#￥%￥%……%”
She spoke very quickly, as if she was afraid that Zhao Wujiang would hear her clearly, and her pretty face turned a little rosy.
"Ah?" Zhao Wujiang glanced sideways, confused, what happened to Dugu Mingyue?
"I said." Qing'er put her hands on her hips and straightened out her breasts, which were already fuller than before:
"My sister, let you ￥%...￥*."
She was very confident at first, but soon began to slump, speaking in a weak voice.
"What do you want me to do?" Zhao Wujiang rolled his eyes and said with a smile:
"You won't let me sleep with you, will you?"
"Hey." Qing'er pouted:
"If you don't want to, I still don't want to.
Sister wants to take care of Xiao Nianxia, and she also said that I am yours anyway, and I can't just be left out in the cold...
Not as good as something. "
"Hey...what do I think is going on?" Zhao Wujiang said and pulled Qing'er's bench over a little.
"Hey, I didn't agree." Qing'er looked to the side with big eyes, her pretty face flushed.
"Then what are you doing here?" Zhao Wujiang looked at Qing'er with interest.
"I'll wash your feet." Qing'er said hard and snorted.
"Isn't this normal?" Zhao Wujiang spread his hands:
"I also wash my feet often. After washing my feet, I go upstairs and do what I love."
"Let go." Qing'er was held by Zhao Wujiang's hands. She struggled hard, but couldn't. She turned her face away, her pretty and refined face was already rosy and almost dripping with water:
"Don't stare at me."
"Okay." Zhao Wujiang nodded. As expected, he stopped looking and let go of his hand. He stepped on the edge of the tub and let it drain for a while. Then he wiped his feet and returned to the house with his cotton shoes on.
Only one word was said from beginning to end, and there were no unnecessary words or actions.
"Eh..." Qing'er snorted, stepping on the hot water with her jade feet, gradually spreading everywhere.
Zhao Wujiang returned to the house, undressed and slipped into bed, letting out a long oh.
so comfortable.
Is there anything more comfortable than getting into bed in winter?
With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open, and Qing'er sneakily stepped into the house.
She glanced sadly at Zhao Wujiang, who was already wrapped up in a ball, and pouted:
"You've wrapped yourself in the quilt, where can I sleep?"
Zhao Wujiang said nothing.
"Speak!" Qing'er's high ponytail swung, her pretty face full of embarrassment.
Zhao Wujiang pretended to be dumb.
"Speak, Zhao Wujiang!" Qing'er went to pull the quilt, but found that it couldn't be pulled, and her tone softened:
"Brother-in-law."
"Huh?" Zhao Wujiang responded.
"I..." Qing'er pursed her lips and hesitated.
"Okay, come in." Zhao Wujiang smiled, opened the quilt, and wrapped Qing'er in it.
"Hey, I haven't taken off my clothes yet." Qing'er struggled.
"I'll help you." Zhao Wujiang smiled evilly.
Not long after, the sound of fighting came from the quilt on the bed, and pieces of clothing were thrown out.
In the quilt, Zhao Wujiang hugged Qing'er, who was only wearing her bellyband and underpants. Their cheeks were so close that they could feel each other's heat.
Qing'er's breathing was a little short, and her breath was like blue. She pursed her lips and said nothing. She occasionally struggled, her high ponytail swayed, and her hair tickled Zhao Wujiang's chest.
"Sleep." Zhao Wujiang said seriously, hugging the slippery, fragrant and soft Qing'er, and really closed his eyes.
Qing'er's eyes trembled, thinking something was going to happen, but there was no movement for a long time, and Zhao Wujiang was about to fall asleep.
"Is that it?" She finally lost her temper and asked.
"Otherwise?" Zhao Wujiang whispered.
"Oh, oh, oh, okay!" Qing'er snorted, blushing, biting her lip, and said in a low voice:
"Brother-in-law, you want me..."
