The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

She opened her mouth and bit Gu Tingjun's lips, and her eyebrows came together impatiently, "Don't make trouble, I've already let you enter the house, aren't you satisfied?"

satisfy? !

How can you be satisfied? !

If he could, he would have wanted to make her his own right now, eating and wiping her clean from the inside out.

Only in this way can he tell himself that everything happening in front of him is real and not a fantasy created after his great tragedy.

But……

Gu Tingjun looked at Luo Liyan's tired face with distress, gently caressed her fair cheek with his thumb, and then directly carried her into the bathroom.

After putting a bathtub of water in, Gu Tingjun tested the water temperature, then picked up the essential oil on the side and dropped a few drops into the water.

"Take a good bath and rest. I'll let you go today." Gu Tingjun smiled softly and tapped the tip of Luo Liyan's small nose.

"Are you sure you can bear it?" Luo Liyan smiled slyly, her eyes mischievously falling somewhere.

Although the place seems to have returned to calm now, when it was on the sofa just now, it was very energetic.

Gu Tingjun's lower abdomen tightened when she looked at him, and the throbbing that finally calmed down became hot again.

"Little bad guy, you want to light a fire again?!" Gu Tingjun surrounded Luo Liyan with a hoarse voice, and some indescribable place regained its vitality at an alarming speed.

Luo Liyan felt the scorching heat against her, and quickly reached out to push Gu Tingjun away, "Look, I said you have no concentration."

She pouted, feeling a little disgusted.

Gu Tingjun only felt angry and funny. She was deliberately teasing him and not allowing himself to get excited.

"Don't you always know that for me, you are the most powerful ecstasy in the world?" His deep voice was slightly hoarse, as fragrant and intoxicating as an old wine, and paired with the warmth of the bathroom. The hot air makes everything ambiguous and tempting.

Luo Liyan felt that her mouth was dry and she hurriedly took two steps back and glared at Gu Tingjun with a guarded look on her face, "Stop it, stop seducing me here! I'm going to take a shower. Get out quickly."

Gu Tingjun looked helplessly at the place where he was still shouting, and shook his head.

I can't bear to let my little lion suffer, so I can only feel wronged and wronged myself.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wash it for you?"

"Thank you! No need!" Luo Liyan gritted her teeth and said word by word.

Gu Tingjun felt a little pity, but he still retreated honestly.

Luo Liyan took this bath for a long time, and she was so exhausted that she almost fell asleep in the bathtub. Fortunately, Gu Tingjun's inquiry outside the door successfully interrupted her sleep.

After changing into pajamas, Luo Liyan yawned and walked out.

Gu Tingjun sat on the edge of the bed with a hair dryer, and Queque patted the place next to him tentatively.

Luo Liyan, who was already drowsy at this time, didn't think much and walked over lazily.

Gu Tingjun asked her to lie down on his lap. His slender hands cooperated with the warm wind and passed through Luo Liyan's hair, as if smoothing the fur of a cat.

Luo Liyan rubbed it comfortably with her eyes closed, and inadvertently crossed somewhere. Gu Tingjun seemed to have been electrocuted, and the movement of his hand paused.

Then he heard the little guy on his lap snort in dissatisfaction. He chuckled helplessly and dotingly, resigned to his fate, suppressed the heat, and continued with his movements.