Everyone understands.

In the buzzing noise of the hair dryer, Yu Yao, who had a rough life, washed her hair privately for the first time, and someone blows it dry for her by herself.

Yu Yao hurriedly cleaned up the barriers that had cracked in her heart and pushed Nuonuo away with excuses: "Okay, you... are covered in plasma and dirty."

Nono was stunned and grabbed his clothes in a hurry and looked pale.

Yu Yao had just replenished her plasma during the last scene. She could easily get on with the wet touch. After holding her for so long, she could not see her body anymore, and she had it on her neck and collarbone.

Nuonuo ran into the bathroom in shame, whispering in a low voice.

Yu Yao covered her forehead and smiled red with her ears. The luggage bag she brought was nearby. She walked over and found a large bath towel. She originally wanted to use it as a blanket to prevent cold, so she pushed the bathroom door open a small crack and handed it in.

A slippery hand took it, rubbing against her skin, and it was full of water.

Yu Yao kicked the ground with her toes, and her after-light glanced at the steam inside the gap, and a cold white figure faintly shone.

She wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't control her eyes and cleared her throat in distractedness.

What's the matter? The master, who took a bath and guarded the door with her beautiful dog, what's wrong? Isn't it normal and pure?

Yu Yao's gaze floated over again, but the gap was suddenly widened.

Nuonuo was surrounded by her bath towel around her waist, and the ink-colored eyelash tips dripped down the waterline. His face was flushed, his lips were moist and soft, and his light reflected a blurred luster. He tilted his head and asked purely: "Yaoyao, why are you at the door?"

Yu Yao raised her hand and covered her nose. A bunch of reasons whizzed through her mind, and then she denied it one by one.

No, it's too weak.

How could she be weak in front of Nuonuo?

Yu Yao also tilted her head to look at him, calm and calm, and answered with confidence: "Isn't it okay to peek at the dog semen you raise?"

Nuonuo's lips, which were stained with water, bent and shook his head at her.

Yu Yao couldn't help but thrust her back: "You don't want to--"

Nuonuo suddenly held her wrist and held it straight to the buckle of the bath towel around his waist, leading her fingers to slowly untie it and disperse it.

He accommodated her height, leaned down slightly, behaved and obsessed, and said the most erotic words in a cold voice.
Chapter completed!