Drifting Towards You

Lu Xiao grabbed Gu Qingyao's leg and pushed her against the pool.

"You moved rough early in the morning, did you not feed you enough last night?" Lu Xiaopi smiled and said, his eyes hot.

Gu Qingyao looked at him coldly: "Let go."

"Who are you scaring?" Lu Xiao reached out and touched her face.

Gu Qingyao sighed softly: "Don't be late for a while."

"What's the matter with Laozi being late? It's not that I marry a wife." Lu Xiao scolded with a smile, and then, his big hand slid down her cheek to her snow-white neck.

The rough fingertips slipped over leaving a string of numb touches, and Gu Qingyao turned her head to hide, and Lu Xiao's kiss fell directly.

It's a kiss, but it's not.

His lips and chin rubbed her skin lightly, kissing the fragrance on her body, rubbing lightly with greed.

The man's beard hurt her, Gu Qingyao frowned, reached out to support his handsome face, and whispered, "Earth in the morning?"

Lu Xiao's hand fell on her waist, and he wrapped her in his arms and said in a low voice, "Have you never heard that men tend to react easily in the morning?"

Gu Qingyao stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, then said: "Go, solve it yourself."

Lu Xiao smiled, "Do I look like a beggar?"

Gu Qingyao turned around to brush her teeth, and said lightly: "A little bit."

Lu Xiao stretched out his hand and slapped her straight buttocks: "You wait for Lao Tzu."

After that, he turned and went to the bathroom outside to take a bath.

After Gu Qingyao washed her face, she changed her clothes and put on makeup.

But when I stood in front of the mirror, I saw a purple-red color around my neck. I frowned and wiped it with a tissue, but it didn't fall off.

It took a few minutes to see that it was a mark left by a man.

"Little bastard!" Gu Qingyao cursed in a low voice.

"Where is Lao Tzu?" Lu Xiao happened to push the door in, wearing boxer briefs, topless, perfect eight-pack abs and water drops on the mermaid line, an indescribable temptation on the bronze skin.

Gu Qingyao rolled her eyes, turned around and gave him a men's suit and shirt.

"Do you know that you can't use the word "little" to describe a man." Lu Xiao put on his pants, his mouth was not idle.

"So what? Three seconds? Rapid fire? Fast man?" Gu Qingyao sneered unceremoniously.

"Are you ill-trained? Do you know what you are? You are a provocation, and there is usually only one beautiful woman who provokes a man!" Lu Xiao stood by the bed, wearing a belt lazily, no What deterrence he brought to warn Gu Qingyao.

"Provoking a man may not end well. But if it is an old man who is provoking, it is not necessarily." Gu Qingyao continued.

Lu Xiao let out a low laugh, and his eyes fell on the woman in front of the mirror.

The woman changed into a white tight skirt and wrapped her flame-breathing figure exquisitely. It was so hot that he only took a look, so she didn't want to do anything else.

He smiled to himself: "Old men can make you want to die, crying and begging for mercy."

Gu Qingyao felt that if she continued to talk to him like this, she probably didn't have a head.

Maybe at the end, the wedding didn't go, but it changed from a slapstick to a slapstick...

Simply, she stopped making trouble.

Lu Xiao slowly put on his white shirt, looked at his tie and twisted his eyebrows, and said, "Do you still use this thing?"

Gu Qingyao turned around and took a look, and couldn't help but raised her brow.

The man is stubborn, but in a good figure like a clothes rack. A neat white shirt and black trousers are worn on him. He is deep, full of turbulence and jealousy, and his tough face is sharp and angular, from head to toe. The unspeakable charm of the stock makes people's hearts beat faster for no reason.