884: C884 My Nose Is Bleeding

C884 My Nose Is Bleeding

Ye Er thought, Why is Jiang Zhao a gentleman now? Why didn't he just smash her door with an axe like he did at that time, then rush in and throw her on the bed, violently and ruthlessly occupying her?

Jiang Zhao heard the sound of Ye Er rushing upstairs and turned off the computer. Ye Er closed the door and he went to listen to the movement. Then he went back to his room, took a shower, and sang a song. What song should he sing?

As long as it was cheerful.

His little red hat was washed clean.

Jiang Zhao took a shower and returned to his bedroom. He opened the drawer of the cabinet and took out the DV to check the battery.

He opened the DV and placed it on the wall cabinet, facing the bed. He laid on the bed for a while, then stood up and walked to the side of the wall cabinet. He took the DV to check the screen, deleted it, and started again to place it properly.

It's all here!

He took a book from the bookshelf and laid down on the bed. He was leisurely waiting for his prey as he leaned his head against the soft bed. He flipped two pages of the book and did not read a single word. He touched his hair and his face all of a sudden. He was finally going to read a book. He put the book down again. He took off his t-shirt long-sleeved pajamas and took out a set of buttons from the closet.

At first, she felt that buttons were inconvenient. Now that she thought about it, it was better to button them. What if Ye Er had a strong self-control? He did not dare to put too much weight on the medicine. He put on his pajamas and looked into the mirror. He untied one button and continued to take a look.

As if he wasn't satisfied, he removed another one.

Just like that, the button of the button of the buttons on his pajamas became a decoration. The posture of a man reading a book on the bed became a bold and open chest!

He shook his body with his legs crossed and hummed a tune with a face full of spring breeze.

The door was locked on purpose.

Ye Er really could not bear the feeling of ants crawling on her body. She was wondering if she should find a Ylow video website to take a look so as to alleviate the situation of hunger and thirst. The website was afraid of being infected by the virus.

Thus, she opened the website, opened the bookshelf, and browsed through two small romance books. She picked up the mouse marker and remembered that she had read a few chapters of the article that she had chased before. She clicked on it again.

A thousand cuts!

A bright "f * ck!"

Everywhere was a "f * ck. "

Perhaps there were some parts that couldn't be found! The comment board's author posted an announcement, "A certain chapter has been refunded. Anyone who wants to see it can enter the Q group!"

A thousand cuts! Who would want to add a group now that they were in a hurry to read it?

It was over, it was over. She was banned. Desire. . . Even the male and female characters in the novels were forbidden from having sex. - Desire. . .

The congee in the electric cooker in the kitchen was ready. Yun Hongwei pulled out the plug, but he did not call Jiang Zhao. He was not used to going upstairs. When they were about to drink, he would come down. He did not want to show too much care for them. It felt very strange.

He did not know if it was his misconception, but the relationship between his daughter and his son-in-law was very subtle and strange. He felt that there was a layer of difference between them. He could see the awkwardness, and he could also see the conflict. However, he didn't know how serious it was. He just thought that it was a young man's joke.

He went back to his room and looked at the photo frame on the table. He felt satisfied. His son was getting older and his daughter was married. He was afraid that in another two years, he would become a grandfather. . .

How could there be so many beautiful things in life? Even though Zhou Lee betrayed him, she gave him a pair of children and was content. . .

Ye Er was wearing a thin bathrobe. Her hair was not dry and was still somewhat wet. She stood outside Jiang Zhao's door and knocked on the door.

Jiang Zhao jumped up from the bed excitedly. When he held the lock, he deliberately coughed to show that he was calm and opened the door.

Ye Er saw Jiang Zhao open the door and immediately felt that her nose was about to bleed. She touched her nose and took it in front of her to take a look. There was no blood. Fortunately, she did not lose herself too much.

Her eyes stopped on the man's Adam's apple. His Adam's apple kept sliding. As if he was very hungry and swallowing saliva, his gaze slowly moved downwards. His open chest felt too good. This skin color. . . It was light wheat color, and it had the scent of a man. This pectoral muscle training was so good. She wasn't so highly regarded by the fitness department, right? It should be easy for him to lift her up, right?

His divine sense was a little scattered. He reached out his hand towards the man's chest. After all, a woman was not like a man who had a lower body, so he had to be able to tolerate it a little. When he touched his chest, it was cool and not as hot as her. The difference in temperature made her suddenly stop. She coughed awkwardly. "Cough, it's winter. Aren't you cold when you dress like this?"

Jiang Zhao did not have the intention of letting Ye Er into the house. He smiled gently and said, "Isn't the house warm? It's not cold. Why don't you sleep early?"1

"Uh, I came over to talk to you about something. " Ye Er was still staring at Jiang Zhao's chest. When she saw him, she swallowed hard. She was finished. She wanted to pounce on him!

"Oh, come in. " Jiang Zhao very generously made way for Ye Er. After Ye Er entered the house, she did not stand or sit. She felt uncomfortable all over, but there was a reserved sense of shame pulling her. She was telling her that she was still shivering and shivering.

Jiang Zhao came out of the bathroom and took a dry towel. He pressed Ye Er to the side of the bed and wrapped the towel around her hair. He slowly wiped it. "Why didn't you blow her hair?"

This woman really didn't blow her hair at night. Didn't she wait for the cold? Seriously.

"I forgot. "

"Let's go, let's dry our hair. " Although Jiang Zhao wanted to eat and wipe Ye Er dry, he felt that letting her dry her hair was the proper thing to do now. He pulled Ye Er and walked to the bathroom. He opened the door and carefully blew on the woman's long hair.

Jiang Zhao had yet to blow Ye Er's hair, but now he felt that it was interesting.

Ye Er's mind was not on her hair at all. She looked at the man in the mirror who was staring at her hair attentively. Her eyes fell on the man's handsome face, chest, long knuckles, and wheat colored skin.

The sound of the hairdryer was really annoying. Her heart was already on fire. The wind blew on the fire in her heart and it became stronger and stronger. . .

Ye Er looked at Jiang Zhao in the mirror. He had used his eyes to peel off his clothes and presented it in front of her.

Just as Jiang Zhao hung up the hairdryer, Ye Er turned around and helped him button his clothes. Ye Er knew that her nose was bleeding, but she still could not help but persevere. When she persisted, she could not help but want to fantasize. She even did not want to button his clothes.

Just as Jiang Zhao grabbed Ye Er's hand, Ye Er was finished.

"Yunye, didn't you have something to talk to me about?" Jiang Zhao held Ye Er's hand and wrapped it in his palm. He gently caressed it and slowly rubbed it. The woman's eyes were filled with love.

"Oh. " Ye Er's voice was not right. The voice was not right either. It sounded like it was squeezed out of her lungs. It was not from her throat, but from her lungs. It was not often wrapped in the mouth, so a large part of it went into the nasal cavity. The sound was weakened from his nose and transmitted out.

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