Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

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There seemed to be some hot liquid flowing down the nose.

Lausanne blushed and looked at him, and he was startled. "You...how did you get a nosebleed."

After she finished talking, she turned around to find a tissue, but just after taking a step, she found that only one dress she was wearing fell to the ground.

She blushed with a "boom" and quickly bent over to pick up the clothes and put it on her body, but because she was too nervous, she hadn't found the right shoulder strap through her arm for a long time.

She has anxiously shy and angry.

After the annoyed average wiped his nosebleed with a tissue, he helped her organize the dress.

"Don't touch me, stinky rogue," Lausanne slapped his back shyly.

"Lolo, I can't control it, you are so pretty," Nian Jun Ting reached out and hugged her hard, her thin lips against her ears, her breathing spattered, and itchy and itchy, "Look, I'm all You have a nosebleed."

Lausanne's heart thumped so much that he didn't know what to say.

But he always hugged him like this, no matter how dull it was, it wasn't too good.

"You let me go first, I'm going to get the dress off," he pushed angrily.

Nian Junting only let her go reluctantly, and wanted to always hold Lolo without clothes.

However, she still has to go to the scumbag to help her organize the dress.

But looking at the dotted kiss marks on his chest, Lausanne really wanted to kill himself with a piece of tofu.

"You...how do you let me wear it?" Lausanne wanted to cry without tears. Even if the dress was put on, there would still be a few red marks, and people with a clear eye would know what to do at a glance.

She now has no courage to go out to see the stylist.

"Why don't you just change suits?"

"No," Ning Ting categorically refused. "You look the best in this suit, I think... apply some powder, and I call in the stylist."

"Don't," Lausanne grabbed him. "If you let her in, wouldn't she know what we did inside, I don't want it."

"What's the matter, you are my girlfriend, aren't we doing these very normal," Nian Junting would like to say that people see your red lips and they know what happened inside.

Lausanne annoyed twice in his chest. His skin was really thicker than the city wall. "Most people would be embarrassed about this kind of thing."

"I'm not an ordinary person," Ting snorted every year.

"..."

She's not praising him, Lausanne was ashamed, pushed him away, turned around and took a bottle of liquid foundation from the bag and applied it to the red mark on her chest.

Every year Ting sits on the side and looks at it. These are all traces left by him. The first time he felt so proud, it was even more proud than the creation of Sheng Ting.

See, she wiped layer after layer, and finally finally vaguely covered up.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to hug her from the rear and chuckled, "Lolo, your skin is so fragile, it was like this when I kissed me."

Lausanne, who finally recovered a little calm, was said by him. It was like a fire on his face. He stared at him fiercely, pushed him away, and walked quickly to the door.

If he doesn't leave, he seriously doubts that he will bite a bunch of marks again.

"Miss Xu, you really look very beautiful in this dress."

The stylist, who had been waiting outside for a long time, saw her approaching her with a smile. His eyes stayed quietly on Lausanne's slightly swollen red lips and chest for a few seconds, but he quickly looked away calmly.