The Long-awaited Mr Han

Han Zhuo remarked, his face lifted from his notebook and quietly gave thumbs up to Aunt He behind Lu Man.

Nice job!

"Oh, take a good rest!" Afraid that Lu Man stopped her again, Aunt He ran away.

Lu Man: "..."

Helplessly closing the door, he turned and saw Han Zhuoli with a surprised look, "Do you live here tonight?"

"Well." Lu Man nodded. "I'm afraid you won't be obedient and won't take a good rest."

Her voice was getting lower and lower, and her face was red.

I asked to stay here on my own initiative, as if I was particularly active.

Han Zhuoli moved happily to the side, vacating the position beside him, "Come here and sit!"

Lu Man: "..."

"I work, how good it is for you to study in a drama." Han Zhuoli urged, "Hurry up, otherwise I'll get out of bed and hug you up?"

He is sick now, how can Lu Man get him out of bed?

Forget it, anyway, I will worry about him when I sleep separately at night, so just stay here and watch him.

Lu Man went to the bathroom with his pajamas, took a shower, and put on skincare products.

After tidying up, she changed into her pajamas and saw that Han Zhuoli was seriously typing the keyboard against the notebook. She walked to the bed and her nervous heart was about to jump out.

Han Zhuo Li smelled the light fragrance coming from his nose and looked up to see Lu Man standing in front of his eyes.

She was wearing pajamas and was obviously conservative in style, wrapped very tightly, but Han Zhuoli still inexplicably thought she was too tempting.

A small section of collarbone and neck exposed outside the collar are lightly powdered, and it looks like a tender blow.

I don't know if it's because of the shower, or because of shyness, Lu Man's blushing is terrible.

At this time, she looked younger than 22 years old, and looked cramped like an 18-year-old girl.

"Come here." Han Zhuoli patted the position beside him, but his voice was inexplicably hoarse.

Lu took a deep breath before lifting the quilt and sitting in.

Originally it was the place where Han Zhuoli sat, and as soon as he entered, he still had Han Zhuoli's body temperature inside.

When stretching his leg, he accidentally touched Han Zhuoli's leg, as if it was burnt, and quickly moved away.

Han Zhuoli was amused by her reaction. When she first met, she was so bold, but now she is timid like a cat.

Han Zhuoli was afraid of infecting her and dared not kiss her lips directly. She kissed her on the cheek and sighed with satisfaction: "I always imagined that I would be on the same bed with you, even if I did it separately. But I can turn I can see you with my head, and I can touch you with a little movement, arms and arms, legs and legs. "

Lu Man's cheeks were red and he smiled sweetly at Han Zhuoli.

Indeed, this feels good.

Being so close to him.

He was working on the side, and she was watching the drama with her mobile phone and doing her own business together, so it would not be boring and lonely.

Han Zhuoli's room is very large, and when he is alone, he always feels cold.

But now the two are close together, and the room becomes particularly warm and warm at once.

The cold wind of winter night is blowing outside the window. Even if the window is thick, you can still hear the faint whistling sound, and the warmth and warmth of the house become more and more obvious.

Lu Man looked at it and exclaimed suddenly, "It's snowing!"

Han Zhuoli turned his head and saw white snowflakes like catkins floating outside the dark window. The whiteness of the snowflakes was especially obvious in the dark night.

Han Zhuo laughed softly and said softly: "Thank you for not leaving tonight."

Otherwise, Xuetian was on the road, and he was not at ease.