Chapter 1892 Wipe Him Off (2)

Luo Yibei lay flat on his back quietly, letting her dictate the whole process.

Fang Chixia had no expression on his face from the beginning to the end, even when he was helping him wipe his lower body.

She didn't feel embarrassed either, her unmoved face seemed to be manipulating a handicraft.

After wiping Luo Yibei's body, she helped him find some comfortable clothes to change into. After that, she changed into a towel and helped him wipe his face.

Her hands didn't stay on his face, and she simply scrubbed his face. After all the work was done, when she straightened up and was about to go to the bathroom, Luo Yibei's body suddenly turned over again.

Fang Chixia watched his movements calmly, secretly observing his reaction.

Luo Yibei seemed to be so hot that he frowned and pulled the collar of his clothes several times.

The body turned sideways, as if wanting to fall asleep in a different position.

His eyes never opened.

Fang Chixia let out a sigh of relief, and wanted to get up and leave, but just as his hips were off the bed, his wrists suddenly tightened again.

Her eyes froze slightly, and before she could react, a pulling force came from behind, her body was driven along, and she fell onto Luo Yibei's chest with a bang.

After a very hard collision, Fang Chixia raised his head and stared at his face above his head in amazement.

Luo Yibei's eyes were still closed deeply, as if there was no sign of waking up.

Fang Chixia's body tried to twist in his arms.

Just when there was a movement, Luo Yibei's arms suddenly wrapped around her waist.

It was a very natural action, the two of them had done it countless times.

Fang Chixia's body in his arms visibly stiffened.

Looking down, her eyes fell on his arm, and her body tried to struggle again.

She was sure that Luo Yibei was asleep, but as soon as she moved, he seemed to be conscious, and his arms wrapped around her tighter and tighter.

The bodies of the two were stuck together like this. After drinking, his skin was very hot, like a piece of iron. The heat from his chest to his limbs was ironing Fang Chixia's body. Fang Chixia was in his arms. His body froze again, and his face felt hot.

Luo Yibei is still asleep, all his actions seem to be subconscious.

His face was very close to hers, so close that Fang Chixia could clearly see each of his eyelashes.

With lowered eyes, staring at his finely carved handsome face for a long while, Fang Chixia turned his gaze away, and with a cold face, he lifted his arm again.

Tried a few times, didn't budge.

Fang Chixia was slightly annoyed by his behavior, and looked around the room before finally looking out the window.

Wanting to call Xiao Yi in, he turned his head to the side, before his voice broke through his throat, Luo Yibei suddenly made an embarrassing movement for her.

His body squeezed / between her / legs /, and he suddenly rubbed against her body.

Fang Chixia's whole body seemed to be on fire, and she reflexively wanted to push him away, but the more she pushed, his arms were like iron hoops, binding her tighter.

After a few rounds of tossing, Fang Chixia's compromise finally came to nothing.

Her obedience seemed to please Loeb;

The hand around her waist loosened unconsciously.

However, Fang Chixia took advantage of his inattention, and as soon as he was freed, his body shrank out from between his arms like a slippery fish.

Lost in Luo Yibei's arms, his brows furrowed in deep sleep.

Fang Chixia ignored him and stared at him from a distance.