I’m on the Road To Probation Paranoia

    There is only one family on the top floor, and the elevator goes directly to the door.

    Lin Ye held the bag in both hands and couldn't press the password, so he turned to look at Bai Han who was looking around: "What are you doing? Do me a favor."

    "Oh oh oh!" Bai Han hurriedly wanted to take the bag, but was disliked by Lin Ye, "I asked you to press the password, what are you doing?"

    "Huh?" Bai Han hesitated, "I don't know your password."

    Lin Ye casually reported a number.

    Bai Han hurriedly pressed it up, murmuring as he pressed it.

    The door opened with a click.

    Bai Han tilted his head and said to himself, "Why does it sound familiar these days?"

    The system interjected inadvertently: "Isn't this the day you entered the mission world."

    "Yes!" Bai Han suddenly realized, "Is this a special day? How to use this day as a password?"

    System: "How do I know?"

    Having been accustomed to the system's questioning and useless, Bai Han didn't expect it to give an answer, and frowned for a while.

    "Come in, what are you doing standing at the door? There is no shortage of door gods in my house." Lin Ye turned back and found that she was still stunned, and urged, "Close the door."

    Bai Han hurriedly agreed, turned around and carefully closed the door.

    She stood at the entrance and looked inside with her neck stretched.

    This is a simple two-story apartment. From the living room alone, the business atmosphere is very strong.

    A set of brown leather sofa, a glass coffee table, a mahogany dining table in front of the open kitchen, there is no other decoration.

    A cold breath blows upon entering the door, more like a hotel than a home.

    "You wear this." Lin Ye took out a pair of unopened feet from the bag, a pink fluffy bunny, and two long ears that were still shaking and dropped them on the On the ground, a surprised look appeared on his face.

    "I just saw it, so I bought it." Seven years ago, the slippers at Bai Han's house couldn't be said to be similar to this one, they could only be said to be exactly the same.

    Bai Han was stunned for a moment, before being patted on the ankle by Lin Ye who was still crouching on the ground: "I don't know the size of your feet, take off your shoes and try."

    Bai Han subconsciously took two steps back: "You, you get up, I will try it myself."

    Lin Ye raised his head: "I'm just looking at the size, do you think I'm going to try on shoes for you?"

    Bai Han groaned and looked away.

    Lin Ye's posture is really a bit like a shopping guide in a shoe store, can't blame her for thinking.

    Bai Han tried to ignore her and kicked off her canvas shoes.

    "In the winter, do you just wear single canvas shoes? Even showing your ankles, you think your body is too good, right?" Lin Ye touched, "Aren't you cold?"

    "!" Bai Han found that Lin Ye after the reunion really liked to move.

    Although it is a bit strange, a little intimacy is helpful for the cultivation of the relationship. Bai Han feels that he should not only get used to it, but also be like her, and be more intimate from time to time.

    She put on slippers, the toes of the shoes pressed against the ground: "It's okay, I always wear it like this, I'm used to it."

    Lin Ye said displeased: "The autumn and winter here are dry and cold. I don't think now that you will suffer from rheumatism in a few years."

    Bai Han: "..." Will she be able to live for a few years and still talk about it.

    The toe was suddenly pressed, and the heel was touched again, Lin Ye stood up: "The size is just right."

    Bai Han took two steps and praised her subordinates: "I didn't expect your secretary to be very reliable, you're just eye-catching, it's just right."

    Lin Ye opened the drawer, took a pair of scissors, squatted down and cut off the label, and patted the little rabbit on the head: "I told him the size."

    Bai Han: "…" Do you want to praise it again?

    Lin Ye walked in: "The guest room has not been cleaned up, so you can stay with me tonight."

    Bai Han followed her embarrassedly, not knowing what to do, "Ah? Well, well, I can do it."

    "Put down the schoolbag, what are you still carrying?" Lin Ye took off his coat, looked back and saw Bai Han was still there like a pillar, and pulled her, "There is a bathtub in the room, You take a bath first."

    The bedroom is more minimalistic, just like the big bed room in the hotel.

    Lin Ye opened the closet, looked Bai Han up and down, and stopped at her chest meaningfully: "wash the newly bought clothes, you can't wear them tonight, Just put on my clothes and make do with it."

    "Oh, good." This scene was vaguely familiar, and for no reason Bai Han remembered the day she had her birthday seven years ago, and really missed it.

    "But..." Lin Ye hesitated, turned his head and said again, "Underwear may not be suitable, so don't wear it at night."

    Bai Han: "!"

    She looked at Lin Ye subconsciously, and then looked down at herself, her cheeks suddenly bulged into a puffer fish.

    I took the clothes and found that Lin Ye was still looking at it, especially the overflowing peach blossom eyes still had a light smile, Bai Han glared at her angrily and pressed the clothes to her. Her chest, blocked, she hummed into the bathroom.

    Lin Ye watched her go in, and the moment the bathroom door closed, the corners of his mouth fell.

    The dark eyes are dark, and the eyes are sharp, like the best hunter who has locked the prey.

    The sharp teeth are always ready to pierce the aorta of the prey, absorbing its blood and vitality, and truly feel its desperate and helpless struggle.

    …

    Hot water poured over her head, Bai Han stood in the mist, still a little dazed.

    She wiped her face and said with hindsight, "This is too smooth, right?" It didn't feel like she was deliberately approaching Lin Ye, but Lin Ye deliberately tricked her back generally.

    Bai Han muttered: "I was afraid that Lin Ye would misunderstand his own plot, but now it's better to go straight into the room, isn't this a bit too fast?"

    The system is still fighting the game, and said casually: "Why do you think so much? Is it not good to live together? You can keep track of her dynamics at any time, and you can also subtly influence her character when you get along day and night. Not very good."

    "That's right." Bai Han always felt that something was wrong, "The character has been developed long ago, and now the influence can be of any use, it is hard to rush when she wants to kill. Go out and stand in the front, shouting that if you want to kill them, first step over my body? It's not an idol drama."

    …

    Bai Han is very thin, wearing Lin Ye's wide white shirt is even more obvious, and her shoulders can't support it.

    The collar of the Korean style shirt is wide open, exposing a large piece of skin on the chest.

    Bai Han's skin is white and delicate, exactly the same as the scenery Lin Ye accidentally glimpsed seven years ago and recalled in his dreams these years.

    Lin Ye thought, is it as silky and supple as fine silk to the touch, no, maybe the hand feels better.

    She shampooed her hair, and the water drops down the ends of her hair. She stood at the door of the bathroom with her head tilted, grabbing the white towel and rubbing her hair vigorously.

    The slender waist is slightly curved, and the hem of the shirt shrunk upwards.

    Bai Han didn't wear long pants, and calmly showed two thin, white and straight long legs that were even more beautiful and dreamy than the thin white socks on girls.

    Since Lin Ye hit her, his eyes changed, staring straight at her silhouette.

      Rubbed into his own flesh and blood.

    She resisted this sudden urge, lowered her eyes, and settled on her toes.

    Bai Han didn't notice Lin Yehuo at all. With hot eyes, he looked up and saw that Lin Ye had changed his pajamas: "Have you washed it?"

    "Well, I flushed it in the bathroom in the living room." Lin Ye came over and took the white towel she was using to wipe her hair naturally, "There is a hairdryer in the cabinet under the sink, why don't you blow it? Dry your hair and then come out?"

    "Ah? I didn't look for it." After all, it was someone else's home. Even if Lin Ye said she should be more casual, Bai Han couldn't let go.

    Lin Ye went to the bathroom and came out with a hairdryer in a few seconds.

    "Thank you." Bai Han reached out to pick it up, but was avoided by Lin Ye.

    Lin Ye took her hand and sat down in front of the dresser, standing behind her and looking at Bai Han in the mirror: "I'll come."

    "No, no, I'll do it myself." Bai Han hurriedly stood up, was pressed on his shoulders and sat back again, "Don't move."

    The buzzing sound rang for a while, and then Bai Han felt the warm wind blowing on the scalp. The cat's hair is about to explode.

    But after getting used to it, she felt that the scalp was pressed very comfortably, and her heavy head, which was like a fashion scale, was much lighter.

    The eyelids gradually drooped down, and the head tilted slightly.

     The almost erupting volcanic magma was pressed down.

    "Go to bed when you're sleepy." Lin Ye held her shoulders and squeezed gently.

    Bai Han gave a low "uh", stood up slowly, took two steps, threw himself on the bed, hugged the quilt, turned over and curled up. She rubbed the fluffy and soft quilt on her face with a faint pleasant fragrance and fell asleep.

    Looking at her feet sticking out of the bed, one slipper fell to the ground, and the other stubbornly hung on her feet, Lin Ye stepped forward helplessly and helped her take off the shoe , took her arm and pushed it inward.

      Her blood vessels are clearly visible, making people unconsciously want to touch and bully her.

    Her feet are small, her ten toes are small and round, her nails are neatly trimmed, delicate and lovely, and her ankles are so thin that she seems to be able to cover them all with one hand.

    Lin Ye never thought that a pair of feet could make him want to see. Stop. No. No.

    The beast in my heart was almost unable to sleep, and it slammed into the prison restlessly, and the thumping sound made Lin Ye have a headache.

    She licked her dry and aching lips, covered her feet that made her feel dry and hot, turned around and took a deep breath, then walked around to the other side of the bed, lying down up.

    Lin Ye lay straight on the bed, looked at Bai Han sideways, folded his hands tightly in front of his abdomen, and closed his eyes.

    The faint milky fragrance constantly penetrates into the tip of the nose, this is the smell of the shower gel she specially prepared for Bai Han, it is the smell of Bai Han seven years ago, and it is also the smell that I have been dreaming about all these years .

    This smell is like a kitten's paw, constantly scratching the apex of the forest leaves.

      . on the flap.

    Lin Ye raised his hand, tapped her nose in the air, and finally landed on the corner of her lips.

    Bai Han's lips are very beautiful, when not smiling, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, like a little milk cat, well-behaved and soft, but when she purses her lips and smiles, it is very clean and beautiful, although it is not Stunning beauty, but more favorable, people want to protect her simplicity from the bottom of their hearts, but also want to bully her, let those pure eyes fill with tears, let the semi-permanent smile first love face show Chu Chu's pitiful begging expression.

    “Hmm—”

    Bai Han suddenly frowned and let out a snort.

    Lin Ye's fingertips were hot, and he suddenly retracted his hand.

    She stared at the wet little piece of fingertips, her eyes were dark, she took a deep look at Bai Han, and twisted her fingers.

    The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Qinglian on the rain;

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Ai Xinxin 2 o; Mr. Bobo, often return to Lothric to see, 47097276, Mengyun Guanhai 1;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of south wind blowing through Delingha; 10 years of interpretation gaps, 2949359410 bottles; 5 bottles of July pattern;