Just as his lips were about to touch, Chen Shu suddenly woke up.

At night, his room was pitch black and dusk was dark.

He sweated and panted for a moment.

Chen Shu rubbed his hair, stood up, and sat on the edge of the bed. He suddenly picked up a glass of water from the nightstand, raised his head and poured it directly into his mouth, and the Adam's apple was undulating.

The water flowed into his throat, and then he felt the heat in his body slowly calm down.

After drinking all of it, he placed the water cup on the cabinet.

He supported his elbows on his knees, his hands supported his forehead, and his eyes were down for a moment.

He said softly: "Fuck."

The voice is still dumb.

Until now, his body was still sweating. He rested for a while, took the remote control, lowered the air conditioner several degrees, and then went into the bathroom.

During this period, a sound of water came out.

Five minutes later, he walked out casually, rushed a handful of cold water, and his body slowly calmed down.

Because in your room.

He is naked on the upper body and black casual pants on the lower body. He has fair skin and a stable figure. He has several abdominal muscles hidden under his waist.

His hair was wet and dripping with water, and the drops of water condensed, slid across his collarbone and flowed downwards.

He wiped his hair casually with a towel, then threw it on the bed, took the black phone on the bedside table, and clicked it, and there was no information.

Chen Shu lay lazily on the bed, and did not reply to a text message to the little fairy. He could not tell any emotion on his face. For a while, the corners of his mouth cursed and cursed.

He felt a little crazy.

He thought he was the kind of person who would not easily sink into his relationship. In his first year of high school, he did not meet the kind of girl who could make his heart thump.

He only felt that those girls who approached him, deliberately posed, and pretended to be pure and ignorant in front of him were boring.

He didn't know when he started to pay attention to her, but gradually his eyes were unconsciously placed on her, eroding his heart bit by bit.

Tonight was the first time he dreamed of her, and it was also the first time he had this kind of desire and desire to live. In the dream, she called him softly.

His eyes stared at him timidly, and he came over to let him taste her taste. He still remembered the touch behind her waist, which was soft and slender, and he held it in a slim grip.

He cursed again, frowned irritably. How could this kind of dream make him wake up halfway through it? It was so disappointing.
Chapter completed!