President, please spoil me!

As soon as the words fell, his pupils constricted.

Because Xing Hua took the cigarette from his hand on a whim, obviously inadvertently, but she actually pulled out a skillful posture, even half-closed her eyes, and exhaled a beautiful smoke ring.

She can smoke.

He never saw her smoke a cigarette.

He knew that Xing Hua had been a bit of a bad girl throughout her middle school days, because she had fought in school, and she didn't respect teachers very much, and she didn't miss class. If you dare to mess with me, I will shoot you to death. At that age when the second sense is overwhelming, this kind of image is very cool.

But in fact, few people think that she is a bad girl. First, the aura of the god of learning is too dazzling. The only time she failed to take the first place in the exam shocked the teachers and students of the whole school. Everyone thought... Well, the god of learning may be in a bad mood. I handed in a blank paper—that’s the end of the myth, and no one was surprised that she could do this kind of thing. In fact, it was because she was out of spirit that day and forgot to write the entire English test paper.

Secondly, she doesn't smoke and go clubbing like her younger sister, nor does she perm or dye her hair. She wears simple and basic clothes with plain colors. Her hobbies are only reading and painting. She has never been too lazy to make trouble if others don't mess with her. , except for the cold temperament, there is nothing wrong with it.

Xing Hao smoked for fun, and didn't notice the strange color in the man's eyes at all, but was slightly surprised that he would ask this question suddenly, tilted his head and answered without thinking, "No."

Huo Sicheng guessed that she might not think that way, because she had never expressed her curiosity about her lost memory, but he still didn't expect that she would deny it without even thinking about it.

There was a faint astringency in his throat for no reason, he took back the cigarette in her hand, stared at her face and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Xing Hao sat up, pulled the quilt casually to hide the spring light, the blush on her face had faded, and the color of white jade had returned, and her eyes were even more clear, "I don't think any of you have mentioned it, why don't you try it?" Is there any way to restore my memory? My brother also hinted at me intentionally or unintentionally. It is a kind of luck to be able to forget. Besides, obviously, relatives are alive but hate them. I have no friends for more than 20 years. What is the value worth remembering and retrieving."

In a way, she was right.

But this correct judgment should be obtained from a rational and objective point of view. However, a person analyzes his own memory and his past from the perspective of a bystander, as if he is not affected by the party at all, but there is a kind of Cold clues.

Huo Sicheng rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think your past is worthless?"

Xing Hua approached him, "I don't remember the past, are you unhappy?" She thought for a while, then observed his expression and asked slowly, "Because I forgot... the memories between us ?”

The man bit his cigarette and looked at her without saying a word.

She tilted her head and asked with a puzzled smile, "But... We had a sweet and beautiful time when we were in love, and it was worth cherishing forever as a memory?"

She thought it wasn't.

In fact, she didn't even know much about how his feelings for her arose. After thinking about it, she could only think of one answer—probably because she really loves him very much?

It is reasonable to be moved by a woman who has been tirelessly in love for two or three years. Of course, on the premise that this woman does not disgust him, and even has a little or two interest in it, and this one or two interest He should have it too, otherwise she would have no chance to be with him before she "forced the marriage".

Huo Sicheng didn't answer, and sprayed the bluish-white smoke on her face deliberately, almost choking her.

Xing Hua, "..."

He narrowed his eyes and asked hoarsely, "Do you know how to smoke?"

Another declarative question.

Xing Hua, "Really?"

She took the cigarette in his hand again and sucked it again. After a few seconds, she took a puff of smoke back as if revenge.

Huo Sicheng looked at her expressionlessly.

It was only then that she realized that she really knew how to smoke...

He stretched out his hand.

Xing Hua shyly put the cigarette back between his fingers, and said innocently, "Seeing that you are so surprised, I should have learned it before, and I don't smoke it very often."

It's not a big deal for women to smoke, but some people really don't like it.

Huo Sicheng continued to smoke the cigarette between his fingers, neither commented nor spoke to her again.

It's just that there seems to be something between the eyebrows and eyes.

Xing Hua wiped away the subtle strangeness in her heart, and restored a half-sweet, half-heartless smile on her face, "I'm going to take a shower first."

Reaching out to pick up the man's loose shirt and wrapping it around his body, he got out of bed barefooted, found a nightgown, and went straight into the bathroom.

Huo Sicheng looked at her back.

The ends of honey-brown hair fell loosely into her neck, her white and slender body was tucked into his shirt, and the two jade legs were particularly sexy under the white hem.

Soon, the sound of water from the shower could be heard in the bathroom, and the pattering sound was full of sultry scenes.

A cigarette was quickly burned out, and Huo Sicheng lifted the quilt that only reached his waist, and also fell to the ground barefoot.

The bathroom door was opened without warning.

Xing Hua suddenly turned around, and the mist in the bathroom had already formed the effect of a white gauze. She only had time to see the outline of the man's body in the mist, and was pinched against the cold wall behind her directly by the waist.

A kiss hotter than hot water hit her lips again.

Xing Hua's body, which had been squeezed to the point where only [-]% of her strength was left, soon became too weak. When the man ravaged her lips and tongue again, stretched from the corner of her lips to her chin, and then kissed her all the way down her neck. , she finally had a chance to breathe.

She put her hand on his shoulder to resist, avoiding his kiss and the body harassed by his hand, and said softly, "I won't come... I really have no strength."

Huo Sicheng pulled her body into his arms, pressed her back, forced her to bear his kiss, rolled behind her ear, and said vaguely, "I'll do as long as I have the strength."

"Husband, hubby..." Xing Hao's face was covered with water droplets, and the hot water from above was still pouring on them, she tried to escape by being coquettish, "I really can't do it, let's go tomorrow night... My waist has been sore for a long time, and there is also numbness, take a bath and go to sleep, okay?"

The next time she takes a shower...she really has to lock the door behind her.

"I act like a baby every time, I think this trick is very useful, don't you?" Huo Sicheng kissed and bit her lips, his low smile was full of dark danger, he rushed in with a ruthless swipe, followed by ruthless Said, "Xing Hua, I think you really want to fuck."

Unable to control it, Xing Hua cried out unexpectedly, and then could only bite the man's shoulder amidst sobs, letting those shockingly ambiguous voices be drowned under the sound of water.

"..."

Xing Hua was once again puzzled, given his needs and his physical strength, how could he resist touching her back then.

He must have endured it very hard, forcibly pretending to be dismissive.

When he turned her body over, her forehead was pressed against the wall, and she said in a weak voice, "Hurry up...don't take as long as the previous two times...I will die. "

Huo Sicheng, "..."

It's not as convenient as being in bed, and I've had fun before, so he probably won't do it for a long time, Xing Hua thought optimistically at first.

"..."

I have never heard of the hot water in the shower. Xing Wei turned it on with the largest amount of water. Naturally, no one has the thought to turn it off. Therefore, the sound of the water and the increasing temperature make the bathroom in this bathroom The air was scorching hot and deprived of oxygen.

Huo Sicheng's gaze fell on her drenched hair without knowing when.

He reached out to bring her face to him and kissed him.

After the long kiss, Xing Hua's mind was no longer clear, and she could only beg him in a low voice, "Is it alright, you... Hurry up."

The man kissed the corner of her mouth, and his voice was so hoarse and wet that he was addicted to love, "Call me by my name."

"husband……"

"That's not it."

"Huo Sicheng..."

"wrong."

Xing Hua's mind has neither content nor ability to think. She is usually called Husband, and occasionally Huo Sicheng is called Huo Sicheng when she gets angry. For a while, she doesn't know what is "right."

She fell silent, and he pushed deeper a few times, which made Xing Hua cry again.

He also murmured hoarsely, "Call me by name."

"husband."

"wrong."

"I don't know what it's called..." She cried and said in a daze, "It's husband, husband, please let me go..."

"I was wrong."

Xing Hua cried even harder. She bit the back of her hand, and intermittent crying overflowed from her throat.

It is said that the drought dies, and the flood dies. Xing Hua is thinking wildly in this chaos, whether she should hook him up once every one to two days in the future... This kind of one-time "consumption", she will be flooded sooner or later Died on this shit.

She choked with sobs, "I really don't know what it's called... Husband, tell me."

The man was very ruthless, "If you don't know, just keep sticking."

Xing Hua closed her eyes, and called her husband and Huo Sicheng over and over again, no matter how pitifully she begged, she couldn't get him any kindness.

A word suddenly flashed through her mind, and she opened her mouth to call out, "Si Cheng."

…………

I would rather believe that a sow can climb a tree than a man's mouth on the bed.

When Xing Hua's "correct answer" got her not the end she was crying and begging for, but a round of ferocious attacks that seemed to smash her skeleton into pieces, all she had in her mind was a cursive head, wow.

When he was finally satisfied and relieved, Xing Hua was completely unable to stand still.

Fortunately, the man's "after-sales" service was barely in place. He hugged her, washed her body, dried her body, put on a nightgown, wrapped her hair with a dry towel, and then carried her out.

Probably knowing that he was asking for too much, Huo Sicheng had a rare posture of lowering his figure a little bit. After wiping her hair with a towel, he found a blower and dried it for her carefully.