Qin Weizhou did come back very quickly, only about ten minutes.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was lying in the quilt, and the quilt was specially raised by her to support a slit, so that the faint and dim light could penetrate with oxygen.

Qin Weizhou touched his hand, and the cold air of the night stuck to it, so he went to the bathroom and poured hot water on it, and then dried it and stretched it in.

As soon as he touched her shoulder, Qin Weizhou felt that her hand was grabbed by her.

Qin Weizhou pressed his eyebrows, and there was not much warmth in the quilt.

He dragged the person out a little and hugged her with the quilt.

"Chinese New Year's Eve?"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's whole face was buried in her hair, and she didn't want to move, turned her head, and her face was full of hair.

Qin Weizhou picked her away one by one, and rubbed her white and tender face with his thumb.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve struggled slightly, raised a little bit and kissed him on the thumb.

"Teacher Qin...", her voice was a little weak and a little soft.

Qin Weizhou endured the itch in his heart and raised his hand to touch her forehead, "What?" Is there something uncomfortable? ”

I don't have a fever.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve flattened his mouth, shook his head, and looked at him, pitiful.

"I was going to sleep, but I couldn't sleep because you weren't there."

Qin Weizhou didn't look calm on the surface, his heart softened into a puddle of water.

"I'll take a shower and sleep with you."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at Teacher Qin's serious face and said that kind of little girl coquettish, his heart was not good, his face was more three-dimensional under the light, Song Chinese New Year's Eve almost wanted to directly drag down and kiss it, but she still obediently held her eyes and looked at him, staring at him into the bathroom without blinking.

Waiting for the sound of the water to rise, and waiting for the sound of the water to fall, Qin Weizhou came out without putting on his shirt.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at the beautiful flesh that suddenly appeared in his eyes and was stunned for a moment, and the next second, somehow, met Qin Weizhou's eyes with a smile.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was the sound of today's bathroom incident in her ears, she seemed to have just reacted, brushed her face red, closed her eyes tightly, just closed her eyes, Song Chinese New Year's Eve felt that she was carried out of the quilt by him like a child, and the sudden sense of weightlessness made her obediently spread her legs and tightly wrapped around his lean waist.

During the whole process, Song Chinese New Year's Eve opened his eyes in fright several times, and when he met his gaze, he closed back in fright like a frightened rabbit.

"Are you tired today?"

"No... Not tired. ”

The color in Qin Weizhou's eyes quickly became richer, and he found that he was wearing the nightdress with the suspender he bought on Chinese New Year's Eve today.

The snow-white skin in front of her was smooth and bright, Qin Weizhou couldn't help but lean over and sniff, Song Chinese New Year's Eve sensitively noticed the breath that spilled on the collarbone, her whole person was tight, and her legs were clamped more appropriately.

There is a change that I have experienced more profoundly.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was still a little scared when she thought of the first time, and she didn't know if her body also remembered that feeling, she was afraid and heartbeat, and she couldn't suppress herself from trembling for his kiss.

Qin Weizhou seemed to be still a little calm, it was all on his face, and he was almost out of control in the face of such a Song Chinese New Year's Eve.

He pecked her neck, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve raised her head obediently, and the line of her neck was like a noble white swan.

Qin Weizhou couldn't help but take a bite, and heard Song Chinese New Year's Eve breathing unsteadily, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't, don't leave a trace." ”

Qin Weizhou changed biting to licking again.

"There's ointment."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve sighed, a little resistant, and Qin Weizhou used a free hand to suppress her lips.

The ruthlessness that can't be reckless finally invaded.

"You drink—hmm!"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve only smelled the smell of wine when he breathed closely, but she lost her voice without a chance to speak at all.