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Song Qingan's eyelashes drooped slightly.

His dark pupils seemed to turn over the clouds, and then he quickly raised his eyelashes again, showed a smile, tilted his head and asked her, "Sister, will?" ”

Song Qing'an's voice was deliberately softened, and the "sister" was sweet and greasy.

Shen Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers fell down a little, poking Song Qing'an's cheek.

Song Qingan grabbed her hand, lowered her head, and gently bit her teeth on her fingertips, calling her, "Song Qingjiu." ”

He was very keen, and immediately noticed that Shen Jiu was half pampering and half conniving, and the original caution and temptation dissipated at once, and even the title was changed.

The tips of his teeth gently rubbed her fingertips, and he asked her a little fiercely, "Why are you so ruthless?" ”

Shen Jiu raised his head slightly and blinked his eyes slightly.

Song Qing'an's voice softened suddenly: "You haven't come to see me for seven years." ”

He had a muffled whimper in his voice, and leaned down into her arms.

As soon as he leaned on this, Song Qingan smelled a little bit of wine.

He frowned: "Drunk?" ”

Shen Jiu pushed Song Qing'an's head away: "The graduation dinner was poured a little." ”

As soon as she said this, she remembered the girl she had left outside, straightened up slightly, and prepared to go out: "There are still people waiting for me outside." ”

Song Qingan reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

He was still sitting on the sofa, his back against the back of the sofa, his head tilted slightly, and his black and white eyes were particularly bright in the dimly lit room: "People wait for you for a few minutes, and you are in a hurry." ”

Song Qing'an's eyelashes drooped slightly, and they quickly lifted again, and his deep pupils looked at her gently: "I've been waiting for you for seven years, and you don't want to stay with me for a while?" ”

Shen Jiu frowned.

She felt that Song Qing'an's logic was wrong, but alcohol affected her thinking, and she didn't figure out what was wrong for a while.

Song Qingan had already pulled her sleeves, stood up with strength, and rested her chin on her shoulder: "Sister." ”

His voice was sweet and soft, and his warm breath sprinkled on Shen Jiu's neck, with a little smile: "Sister just allowed me to kiss you." ”

Originally, he just planned to test Shen Jiu's attitude, and stopped when he saw that she was displeased, but until he kissed her on the lips, she didn't have any overreaction.

Song Qing'an's eyes were lightly hooked, his dense and long eyelashes were lifted, and his head was tilted sideways, like a demon, his tone was slightly raised, and he had to sell well if he took advantage of it: "Sister, what do you mean by this?" ”

Shen Jiu looked at him: "It's not interesting." ”

She raised her hand to pull the door: "That girl has been waiting for me for a long time—"

The door opened for the most part, and Shen Jiuyi raised his head and met the girl's blank and shocked gaze.

The girl looked at the dark room, and then at Song Qing'an beside Shen Jiu, and looked a little confused: "This is—"

She licked her lips and looked at Shen Jiu's somewhat messy clothes, not knowing what her brain was making up, she suddenly blushed and stammered, "No, I'm sorry." ”

The girl asked, "Are you not going back?" She didn't wait for Shen Jiu to answer: "Then I, I'll go first!" ”

It was as if she had grease on the soles of her feet, and she almost floated back to the box all the way.

Shen Jiu raised his hand and pulled the placket of his clothes, and turned his head to glare at Song Qingan: "People misunderstood." ”

Song Qingan blinked lightly: "We can take this misunderstanding seriously." ”