Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight

Water vapor filled the bathroom.

There is also the sound of slowly flowing water in the bathtub on the side.

The small window next to it was ajar, shook slightly by the wind, and made a crunching sound.

Just in this bright bathroom, there are many small sounds.

It's hard to ignore the voice.

However, at this moment, Jian Fan seemed to be unable to hear anything.

When the figure rushed into his arms, he subconsciously placed his hand on her back.

This is a reflex action of the body.

But at the moment when the skin of both sides touched, the bodies of both people seemed to stiffen uniformly.

Maybe it's not just a moment, but a long period of time.

The delicate texture is in Jianfan's palm, and he can even touch Shen Qinghuan's beautiful butterfly bones.

The palm of his hand trembled slightly.

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The hard/stiff suit material in front of him was pressed by two soft balls, and the moist breath suddenly soaked his shirt.

A thin layer, the delicate/soft skin undulates with breathing, gently rubbing the simple and complex until the lines are clear and beautiful muscles.

Soft and hard are two opposite words. At this moment, they seem to fit naturally. Not only do they want to destroy, but on the contrary... want to fit further.

Shen Qinghuan buried his head in Jian Fan's arms and did not dare to move. A pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes opened wide, and his entire face was completely red and turned into a ripe peach.

She... what did she do?

How can things become like this?

As she was thinking about it, Shen Qinghuan suddenly felt that the body temperature of the man in front of him was heating up at an extremely rapid rate, and she could feel the hot temperature of Jian Fan even after the clothes were separated.

What's more... Jian Fan's hand is still on her back.

Even if you don’t see it, you can feel it.

Shen Qinghuan can imagine what the two people are now.

The moment of faintness in her eyes was replaced by fright, but she still couldn't retreat.

She was wearing nothing.

Once retired, wouldn’t Jian Fan...

Thinking of more restrictive images, Shen Qinghuan was so embarrassed that she was about to collapse, and her calves were trembling.

She has never been so embarrassed.

Just when Shen Qinghuan's body began to tremble more and more uncontrollably, the man in front of her suddenly moved.

The hand gently touches the place where the two people are close.

Jian Fan's hands are very beautiful, with distinct slender joints.

But at this moment, Shen Qinghuan felt that the close hand looked like a poison/snake.

The bathroom tiles of stagnant water slipped on the soles of Shen Qinghuan's bare feet. She wanted to escape, but found that her legs were so soft that she couldn't move at all.

I can only watch that hand get closer and closer to her.

Until close at hand, Shen Qinghuan hung his throat and closed his eyes subconsciously, and his whole body trembled to the extreme.

but……

The anticipated terrible contact did not seem to occur.

A few seconds later.

Shen Qinghuan pressed a suit jacket on his shoulder.

With the exclusive light tea fragrance mixed with sandalwood.

This is a breath of tranquility and peace of mind.

At the same time, Jian Fan, with only one shirt left, left Shen Qinghuan’s back, and the whole person quickly took a step back, turned around, turned his back to Shen Qinghuan, and seemed to have a few slight breathing sounds. After a while, Jian Fan's voice sounded, as if saying coldly as always.

"Just now, what happened?"

Shen Qinghuan was startled, but his hand subconsciously tightened the only suit jacket that could cover his body.

Jian Fan's figure is much taller than Shen Qinghuan. His suit jacket is put on Shen Qinghuan, and his hem can just cover Shen Qinghuan's thighs.

It happens to be able to cover all the places Shen Qinghuan should cover.

The warmth of the body made Shen Qinghuan find her own voice a little bit.

She looked a few steps away from her, extremely gentlemanly Jian Fan, the shame in her eyes flashed.

She just suspected that Jian Fan wanted to treat her...

Shen Qinghuan bit her lower lip lightly, and after a while she calmed down slightly, her voice as weak as a mosquito.

"The window...there's something there."

Shen Qinghuan fell asleep because the milk bath was too comfortable. In the middle, she was confused when she heard someone knock on the door and called her name. Then she opened her eyes a little half awake.

As a result, when he opened his eyes, he saw a dark shadow coming in from the small window not far from the bathtub.

Because she didn't react at once, Shen Qinghuan screamed in surprise.

The body instinctively escaped from the bathtub.

But I didn't expect... Jian Fan appeared so in time, she plunged into Jian Fan's arms.

Thinking of the extremely embarrassing scene of the two of them just now, Shen Qinghuan's eyes trembled slightly, and her overripe peach face became even more flushed.

I want to restrain myself from thinking, but... the previous touch is like a backlash, stimulating her senses over and over again.

Shen Qinghuan's feet on the ground couldn't help but feel a little tingling sensation.

She subconsciously didn't dare to look in Jian Fan's direction, and she hung her head in a panic, staring at her round toes.

She saw Jian Fan turn around, and then moved to the left, as if she was farther away from her, and then walked past her to the window.

Jian Fan turned to look at the window slightly, and quickly noticed the little brown bird on the shelf next to the bathtub.

The swarthy bird's eyes are round and small.

Tong Jianfan stared wide-eyed.

Jian Fan looked at the "culprit" in front of him, frowned slightly, staring coldly at the bird.

The little bird seemed to feel something. At the moment Jianfan moved his steps, he called out as if frightened, his dark eyes were raised, his wings flapped, and he fled out of the window.

Jian Fan paused on the spot, Yu Guang glanced at Shen Qinghuan's tight body, her frowned brows deepened rather than diminished.

A few seconds later.

Jian Fan crossed Shen Qinghuan and left the bathroom first.

But it stopped at the door.

"Get dressed and come out."

"Don't catch the cold."

***

The closing signal of the bathroom suddenly softened Shen Qinghuan's tense nerves.

I don't know how long it took.

She slowly squatted down and buried her head in her knees.

It was the fear, the unloading of strength, and it was also possible that because of this, she could make herself forget the scene just now for a short time.

But... but now she really doesn't know how to face Jian Fan.

...

But fortunately, when Shen Qinghuan went out, Jian Fan seemed to be too tired.

Turning her back to her, lying on the luxurious sofa, she seemed to be asleep.

The sofa is really small for Jian Fan, and Shen Qinghuan can even see his long legs hanging over the edge of the sofa.

Normal Shen Qinghuan would wake Jian Fan and let him go to bed.

But now Shen Qinghuan can't do anything.

She just breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, she really can't look directly at Jian Fan tonight.

"Too tired" Jian Fan occupied the sofa, and Shen Qinghuan had to go to bed to sleep.

Lying on a bed the size of KINGSIZE, Shen Qinghuan couldn't help turning over and over again, as if her inner emotions had leaked out.

Her beautiful Danfeng stared at the large French window next to her, and the lights of the high-rise buildings were bright and bright. She seemed to be in a daze, and she subconsciously gathered up the quilt.

On the sofa, the man with Shen Qinghuan's back facing him, listening to the woman's turning over, his eyelids slowly opened, showing no signs of fatigue.

However, the faintly bright eyes didn't know whether they followed the night, or followed the sound of a woman turning over, gradually becoming thicker.

After a while, Jian Fan slowly lowered his eyes, and the place where the shirt was wet in front of him was no longer obvious, but his body seemed to have remembered that place, as if he had remembered the memory of... at that time.

His eyes gradually became empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.