Gu Chenyan was too foul.
The hug didn't last long. When he was let go, the helpless Qiao Shu couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his heart. The
"bang bang"
dance is quite powerful.
Gu Chenyan: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Shu: "No, it's okay."
Gu Chenyan naturally grasped the lever of Qiao Shu's suitcase, put one hand on Qiao Shu's lower back, and touched him gently with his palm. "Go home."
"Okay."
Qiao Shu turned his head slightly and looked at the stern man beside him who was half a head taller than him, then turned to look at the hand behind him that was protecting him as he walked. , with a smile on his face.
go home.
When getting in the car, Qiao Shu secretly raised his arm to the tip of his nose. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the scent of Gu Chenyan's from when he was hugged still lingered on his sleeves.
Light and warm.
Gu Chenyan came up and sat down.
Qiao Shu looked at him and then at him.
Gu Chenyan: "Huh?"
Qiao Shu asked: "Gu Chenyan, what perfume are you using? It smells good."
It's also addictive.
Gu Chenyan said: "No perfume."
Qiao Shu was slightly stunned.
Then his cheeks felt hot, so was this Gu Chenyan's own "body fragrance"?
Suddenly erotic.
Seeing that Qiao Shu didn't speak, Gu Chenyan thought for a moment and said, "It should be shower gel. You can use mine if you like."
Qiao Shu nodded calmly: "Okay."
It was already dinner time when he returned to the small foreign building. At that time, the room was empty. Qiao Shu asked doubtfully: "Where are Aunt Lan and Uncle Zhou?"
Gu Chenyan: "They went back to their hometown for a wedding banquet."
Today seemed to be a good day. On the way home, Qiao Shu saw several groups of people. wedding car.
Gu Chenyan lifted the suitcase into the cloakroom and asked: "Are you hungry?"
Qiao Shu touched his stomach: "It's okay."
Gu Chenyan: "Is it okay to eat dumplings tonight?" Qiao Shu: "Okay." Gu
Chenyan: "Is it okay to eat dumplings tonight?"
Ana Shen: "Well, then you go take a shower first, and I'll go downstairs to make the dumplings."
Gu Ana went out.
Qiao Shu was stunned.
Making dumplings?
Dumplings made by Gu Chenyan himself?
Qiao Shu walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes and an uncontrollable sweet smile.
foul.
Too foul.
Shower turned on.
The warm water poured over Qiao Shu. Qiao Shu subconsciously went to press the shower gel he had brought, but stopped when he saw Gu Chenyan's shower gel beside him.
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