After marrying Bai Yueguang, the vest fell off

There was steam in the bathroom, the two men stood facing each other, the overhead shower drenched them, Ouyang Wan blinked to wipe off the water on his face, and looked at him stubbornly.

"You left me for eight days. I feel like a lunatic now. Only by your side can I be a normal person."

"Why do you?" Song Liang lowered his head slightly, water dripped down his slightly long hair, when suddenly an external force struck, and he fell towards Ouyang Wan.

The two strong chests were pressed tightly together, and the heartbeat was rapid and powerful.Ouyang Wan hugged him, leaned over to press his forehead, and kissed him involuntarily.

He was in intense and indescribable pain, almost wanting to crush the person in his arms.Song Liang also bit the man mercilessly, the two men were entangled with each other like two beasts, as if they were going to fight to the death.

During the tearing, Ouyang Wan pushed them to the ground, and when they hit the icy ground, she hugged the two of them again, "Go to bed, it's too cold here."

The two wiped their bodies indiscriminately with bath towels before extending the battle scene to the bedroom. "Tonight, don't try to escape." Ouyang Wan threw him on the bed, "I'll give you my heart, take a good look."

Song Liang didn't speak, but tried his best to cater to him. The two men, on this winter night, burned themselves like two matches.Until the fuel ran out, the two were still hugging each other tightly.

The bath just now was a waste of time. Ouyang Wan carried her back to the bathroom and rinsed them clean again.

He took out the hair dryer from the drawer of the bedside table and turned it on to the lowest setting. Ouyang Wan gently blows through Song Liang's thick hair. Song Liang lay on his lap with his eyes slightly closed, letting himself go and not thinking about anything.

"I wish time would stay at this moment forever. You are by my side, and I am by your side." Ouyang Wan couldn't help but say such unrealistic words.

Song Liang took his hand by touch and held it tightly.Ouyang Wan stopped the hair dryer and gently combed his hair with the other hand. "Great," he exclaimed.

Song Liang turned over, "I'll blow your hair for you."

"No, I'll do it myself."

"I want to blow it for you." Song Liang snatched the hair dryer, Ouyang Wan smiled and agreed, and lowered her head to facilitate the operation.

Song Liang blew gently, and he moved his fingers lightly, "Why do you have white hair?" His eyes fell on the tufts of white hair on the back of Ouyang Wan's head, and the emotion in his eyes showed uncontrollably.

Ouyang Wan turned around and smiled at him, "Think of what you think, if you walk faster, I will be too old to catch up."

Song Liang blinked, a tear came out of the eye socket, the smile on Ouyang Wan's face was broken, he hurriedly tried to wipe it off, but Song Liang slapped it away.

Song Liang cried even more, "Get out, get out." He stood up and pushed people.

"What's the matter? Song Liang, what's the matter with you?" Ouyang Wan was at a loss.

Song Liang slammed the pillow on the bed at him, feeling perplexed, grabbed the ashtray on the bedside table and threw it over. Ouyang Wan stood in front of him like a piece of wood, not dodging or evading, and instantly his forehead began to ooze blood. He felt dizzy, but still looked at Song Liang stubbornly, "Don't be angry, I made a mistake, can I fix it?"

Song Liang trembled a little when he saw that he had been hit by an ashtray. "Are you a fool? Can't you hide?" He quickly rushed out of the bedroom and found the first aid kit from the living room, but there was nothing useful.