"Huh?"

Song Xixi was stunned.

Tang Zhihuan pulled her, his palm slowly went up along Song Xixi's arm, touched her shoulder, supported her neck, and brought it forward.

Song Xixi's heartbeat was out of order for several beats, and the current beating may only be to prove that she is still alive.

Tang Zhihuan leaned over and kissed Song Xixi's lips.

After repeating it a few times, it is no longer a dragonfly to the water, but a deep kiss.

A pair of hugging figures were reflected on the brown-yellow floor, and with a "snap", the shopping bag that Song Xixi's fingers hooked fell down.

In the quiet room, the sound is very abrupt.

The shopping bag fell on the floor, and Yu Cha's gift was thrown out, and no one cared at the moment.

Tang Zhihuan didn't even look at it, all his eyes were on Song Xixi's body in front of him, he wrapped his hand around her and pulled the person up directly, Song Xixi subconsciously hooked his shoulder.

This is the second time he has hugged Song Xixi like this, and the first time is when they met, he bumped into her.

The moment they were picked up, the eyes of the two collided together, Song Xixi's eyes were nervous, and the lips that had been baptized by the man were bright, like jelly that had just been torn apart.

"Tang Zhihuan ......"

She spoke, her voice was extremely soft, and the man's eyes darkened by two points when he heard it.

"Is that okay?"

"......" Song Xixi hung his head shyly, and the hand that was holding his shoulder was sweaty.

Tang Zhihuan waited for two seconds, didn't hear her response, crossed his eyes, and carried her in the direction of the master bedroom.

The door "slammed", and the man kicked it shut, and the body in his arms trembled, and his panicked eyes were bright, and he froze directly at the man's dark eyes.

She was gently hugged to bed by Tang Zhihuan.

Gentle kisses fall on the forehead, the tip of the nose, the lips, and then linger down.

Black t-shirts and shirts fell to the ground.

……

There was a "squeak", and the drawer of the bedside table was opened, and the sound of tearing the bag was heard.

It's been a long night.

Whether it's for Tang Zhihuan.

Or Song Xixi.

……

The next morning, the master bedroom was beautiful.

There was a faint smell in the air, and their clothes were scattered on the brown-yellow floor.

The two people on the bed hugged each other, Tang Zhihuan's white arms wrapped around the person in his arms, and the other rested on the gray quilt.

As soon as the alarm clock rang, the cold eyes slowly opened, and there was a depression in the morning.

The woman in her arms was disturbed by the alarm clock, muttered twice in dissatisfaction, and buried herself deep in the man's arms.

Tang Zhihuan smiled softly and brushed Song Xixi's scattered hair: "Xixi, I have to go to work today." ”

"Go to work!"

As soon as Song Xixi heard the word "work", his eyes suddenly opened, and he sat up with a "huh".

And the thin quilt on their bodies slid off the two of them.

The man looked down, and there were a few reds on her collarbone, which were not particularly obvious.

"Ah......" Song Xixi hurriedly picked up the quilt, her cheeks burning hot.

She just believed Yu Cha's nonsense, saying that Tang Zhihuan couldn't ......

Tang Zhihuan looked at her shy posture, and couldn't help but rub her messy hair: "I'll go to the bathroom to wash up first, you hurry up and get dressed, it may be too late to eat breakfast, go downstairs and buy two buns." ”

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt directly, picked up his clothes on the ground, and took a clean suit from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom to change.

When Tang Zhihuan entered the bathroom, Song Xixi couldn't help but hammer his back with his hand, wrapped himself in the quilt and picked up his clothes and put them on.

Looking at the used Okamoto in the trash can, she blushed, packed the garbage bag, and opened half a window to ventilate by the way.

After cleaning up, she carried the garbage to the living room, brushed her teeth and washed her face in the bathroom next to the kitchen.

She was wearing a black T-shirt on her upper body, and the marks on her collarbone could be faintly seen, and her face was very red and red.

After washing, the man was already standing in the living room in a well-dressed person.

When he saw her come out, he smiled softly at her.

Song Xixi subconsciously lowered his head, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly.

Tang Zhihuan walked over naturally, took her little hand, and carried her out with the garbage bag in the living room.

"Wait."

"Huh?"

"The gift of Yu Tea I bought is still ...... on the floor of the guest room."

Song Xixi trotted over to pick it up, the pajamas remained in that position for a whole night, Song Xixi picked it up and put it in the bag, avoiding the man's smiling gaze.

When he went to the first floor and threw away the garbage, Tang Zhihuan took out a key from his pocket and gave it to Song Xixi: "My house key." ”

"What do you want to do for me?"

"Come often."

Song Xixi's face turned red, but he silently took the key and put it in his bag.

(This chapter...) There is a full version in the group)