Thinking back to the time, when Yang Yin was in college, her family was always well off.

Her hands, her fingers are not touched by spring water, are slender, fair and beautiful.

His favorite thing is playing with those hands.

But now... the young lady who used to be fucked and opened her mouth has become like this?

She looks thinner than when she went out early and came back late.

It turns out that her life has been so tiring over the years.

Think about it again, life pressure is so heavy, where did she get the courage to tell him, she raises him?

Ye Qingyou's lips could no longer be suppressed.

Thinking of the woman's seriousness when she said those three words and her cautiousness as if she was afraid of hurting his manly dignity, he finally realized the feeling of being cherished by her.

He lowered his eyes.

She hugged Li Youyou with big hands. At this time, Yang Yin also took a shower. She walked out of the bathroom with her hair wet. Seeing that Li Youyou was not asleep, she immediately looked fierce: "Youyou! Go to bed quickly, if you don't sleep, you will be late if you don't get up tomorrow and you will be late!"

Even in this way, women are so gentle that even when they get angry, they are like acting coquettish.

Ye Qingyou wanted to laugh when he saw it.

Li Youyou immediately grabbed Ye Qingyou's corner of his clothes.

Ye Qingyou said: "Tonight, Youyou will sleep with us."

Yang Yin paused slightly.

Her eyes were a little red, and she hurriedly lowered her head, then smiled and said, "Okay."

Yang Yin walked to the side, found the hair dryer, plugged it in, and then Ye Qingyou walked over and stood behind her.

Yang Yin was startled.

She hurriedly turned around and looked into the bedroom, "Is Youyou too annoying? Don't annoy him..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingyou took the hair dryer from her hand, "Youyou is waiting for you to hurry up, so let me help you."

"help me?"

As soon as Yang Yin's surprised voice fell, the sound of a hair dryer sounded behind her.

Immediately, the big hand tugged her hair.

The hot wind blew over.

Yang Yin was shocked and wanted to move, but his head was pressed by the big hand. His cold voice came over: "Don't move."

Yang Yin really didn't dare to move at all.

The man behind her stood very close to her.

So close... through her pajamas, she could feel the heat on a man.

His big hand tugged her hair, and the hot wind blew over, making the hair flutter on her face, neck, and even on her shoulders exposed outside, making her feel itchy in her heart.

She bit her lip and felt like there were a thousand ants crawling in her heart, and she felt a little restless. But even so, she still put her hands on her thighs in a regular manner and sat upright, like a primary school student.

The process of blowing hair began to become like torture.

After a few minutes, it finally got blown.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Ye Qingyou paused again and said, "Wait a moment."

Yang Yin really didn't move: "Okay."

Ye Qingyou turned around, walked towards the bedroom.

Just now, when he was blowing her hair, he found that there were several white hairs stuck between the woman's hair.

The dazzling whiteness made his heart feel as if he had been stabbed by a needle.
Chapter completed!