Summer nights are always restless. Insects chirp from the grass in the old community. The aunts and uncles downstairs never suppress their emotions while walking and chatting.
The moon showed half of its face, squeezing hard in the clouds, trying to get ahead, but always failed.
The slight moonlight passed through the balcony and projected onto the coffee table in Zhao Yi's living room.
There is only one floor lamp turned on at home, warm yellow, with thin moonlight, it is charming in the dimness, and it matches Zhao Yi very well.
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Zhao Yi licked and licked, then went to other places.
Song Xiaolan's whole body was trembling, crisp, numb, and irritating. I did it with Zhao Yi several times, but every time Zhao Yi took the initiative, and Song Xiaolan's ears were always so red.
Song Xiaolan's ears were red, and she looked at Zhao Yi with blurred eyes, and reached out to stop her with the remaining rationality: "I just had enough"
Zhao Yi stopped and raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were also blurred and extremely charming.
From Song Xiaolan's point of view, the angle of Zhao Yi lying on his body is just right. Song Xiaolan couldn't bear it at all, regardless of whether she was full or not, she turned around and pushed her down.
Zhao Yi coughed and laughed, she actually just lit the fire on purpose, not really doing anything. She just likes Song Xiaolan's appearance, her noble and aloof temperament, and when she seduces her, she will blushed and ask her to stop.
Song Xiaolan was so angry that she immediately covered her mouth and laughed with her mouth, and put her hands on top of her head with both hands, making her unable to move
Convention, here, the author does not describe, and waits for the readers to imagine, Oye!
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After a long time, the coffee table was pushed out by two people, leaving a mess on the carpet and sofa. The whole living room smelled of fascination, and the brains of the two had just reached the clouds, and they hadn't recovered yet.
Zhao Yi almost died again, she lost all strength and could only lie limply in Song Xiaolan's arms.
Song Xiaolan's breath gradually stabilized, but the flush on her face did not subside, and she played with Zhao Yi's hair with one hand.
Zhao Yi quietly tapped his hands on his chest, and asked him weakly, "Why are you not panting?"
Her voice was clean and soft, and it floated into her ears with a different taste.
Song Xiaolan's clear eyes were full of satisfaction, he thought for a while, and said directly, "I am a man."
Zhao Yi seemed to have a feeling: "That's right, there are no exhausted cows."
Song Xiaolan: "?"
"What did you say?"
"It's just a tired cow."
He corrected Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi pinched his sensitive place: "Then why aren't you tired?"
Song Xiaolan didn't want her to move any more, so she held her in her arms, pressed her chin against her forehead, and breathed lightly on the top of her head.
"Because I like it."
He hasn't said love yet.
Zhao Yi didn't force her, Song Xiaolan was so serious, she was as clear and precious as an orchid, how could she say this word so easily? However, she was still in a trance for a moment, and said leisurely: "I'm thirsty."
Song Xiaolan helped her up and put her on the sofa. Zhao Yi is so light that Song Xiaolan can carry it with one hand.
Zhao Yi was lying limply on the sofa, Song Xiaolan looked at it, and felt that something was wrong, so she covered her with a blanket, covering everything below her shoulders.
Zhao Yi smiled slightly: "It's just you and me in a room, and you don't wear them, so why cover them for me?"
Song Xiaolan frowned slightly, took the clothes on the ground and quickly put them on, and then asked Zhao Yi seriously: "Can I go pour water?"
Zhao Yi is really strange, she still wants to be coquettish at this time, she stretches out her hands: "You hug me again."
After hearing what she said, Song Xiaolan hugged her for a while before going to pour water.
Zhao Yi watched Song Xiaolan go to pour water, thinking in her heart, why is she so spoiled? In front of Song Xiaolan, she seemed to be the younger one.
It's so abnormal.
Song Xiaolan is not an orchid at all, but a Taoist priest who knows how to manipulate your mind, and came here to take her in.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yi frowned slightly, and regained her indifference.
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After drinking water, the two of them snuggled up on the sofa to watch a movie, and Zhao Yi lay in Song Xiaolan's arms.
Song Xiaolan wanted to ask her a lot, but she kept silent. While struggling deeply into his skin, he tried to convince himself of his reluctance. His hand gently stroked Zhao Yi's back, as if laying the groundwork for something.
Zhao Yi's heart is like a bright mirror, she understands, she thinks, if Song Xiaolan asks, then she will tell him.
MovieIt's all put in half, Song Xiaolan hasn't asked yet, and is distracted the whole time.
As for Zhao Yi, if Song Xiaolan didn't ask, she didn't think about it. She watched the movie very seriously, but she still smiled.
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The wall in Song Xiaolan's heart seemed like someone was adding bricks. It became thicker and more blocked until it finally collapsed. He had no choice but to ask.
He looked down at Zhao Yi, the tenderness in his eyes could kill all violence and the demons in Zhao Yi's heart.
Zhao Yi caught his gaze, but she didn't dare to look at it, fearing that her demon would be killed, so she turned her face away and continued watching the movie.
Song Xiaolan made up her mind to ask her.
"Is the studio okay?"
Probably because he likes it too much, so he is always so careful. Or maybe Zhao Yi was too erratic, he had no choice but to be humble.
Zhao Yi was stunned for a while.
She thought he would get straight to the point, after all, both of them had slept so many times, but he didn't, he was still protecting himself.
The apex of Zhao Yi's heart was touched, and something swept over her. Her heart was sore, and her eyes were sore.
"fine."
She pretended to be indifferent, but her eyes were slightly red.
Song Xiaolan couldn't see her eyes, and asked again: "What about you?"
As soon as the words came out, Zhao Yi's whole heart was sore.
She was really worthless, thinking that she had already made up her mind to tell him, and she would do so in a chic way, but when he really spoke, she couldn't be chic at all.
Really useless.
"What do you want to ask?"
She spoke harshly, sounding like she didn't want to talk about it.
Since Song Xiaolan is determined, he will not leave the stage midway, his tone lowered, appearing more humble: "Why have you been with him for so long"
This sentence, like boiling water, rolled in his heart hundreds of times, and every time he was so painful that he wanted to roll all over the floor.
When Song Xiaolan asked this, the stone in Zhao Yi's heart suddenly fell off, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyelashes trembled.
She was still watching the movie, not looking directly at Song Xiaolan: "If you want to hear it, I'll tell you, but the story is a bit long."
Song Xiaolan's heart skipped a beat, the light in her eyes dimmed, and she stopped talking.
He was afraid that this story would be too long
Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Yi thought that he was repenting again. Zhao Yi pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she wanted to laugh, but the smile was very bitter.
After a while, she reminded: "I dare say, are you still afraid to listen?"
Hearing this, Song Xiaolan bowed her head and kissed Zhao Yi. When he lowered his head, his hands trembled, it was because his heart was trembling, and his hands were tired.
"I'll listen." He said those two short words clearly and forcefully. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com