Cheng Qinglian stared at that scene, and after a long pause, he gently closed the door.

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After Song Qingchun told Su Zhinian last night that he didn't need his debts, he lay on the bed and worried about whether he would encounter danger at home alone for a long time, so he slept a little late and got up at six o'clock in the morning, so sleepiness hit her at noon, causing her to sleep a little deeply.

In my sleep, I don't know if it was because I had been staring at Su Zhinian for too long in the morning, but I dreamed of him wearing a shirt and working seriously.

Later, what happened in the dream, she couldn't remember clearly, the original clean and quiet work picture of Su Zhinian, suddenly the painting style changed, and it became a little charming, his slender and delicate fingers were lifted to the neckline, and he ripped off the tie unhurriedly, and then began to unbutton his shirt, and then his hand reached out to the belt......

Her dream was a little chaotic, there was no coherence, one second she was still undressing, and the next second it became a picture of Su Zhinian taking a bath, the water flowed down his strong chest, and the picture felt deadly......

Immediately after that, the water vapor covered her vision, and by the time she was in her dream and could see things clearly, Su Zhinianren was already leaning on the head of the bed, and the quilt only covered her waist, revealing her upper body with perfect lines......

He was the only one in the dream, and at the end of the dream, a woman came out of nowhere, and then the whole picture became passionate, she grew up and never watched a limited film, but in some Japanese comics and online dramas, there will be more or less explicit shots, and then some scenes in her memory, the male protagonist's face has all become Su Zhinian......

At first, the pictures were silent, but at last, she heard an ambiguous wheezing sound in her ears, her eyelashes trembled, and the person woke up, and then she found that there was silence all around, and the sun outside the window was quiet.

Such a picture is comfortable and intoxicating.

Song Qingchun lazily nested in the hanging chair, stared out of the window for a long time, and then rolled his eyes and looked around, and then his eyes fell on Su Zhinian, who was sitting in front of the computer desk, quietly and attentively working.

When did he come back?

Song Qingchun moved his body, only to find that he was draped with a blanket.

Is it Su Zhinian?

Her gaze drifted to him again.

The afternoon sun, shining quietly on him through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, stared down at the paper's eyelashes, long and curly, leaving beautiful shadows in the eye sockets.

His skin, when exposed to the sun, has a transparent texture.

Such a scene is a picture.

She had just stared at him for a long time in the morning, but when she looked at it again, she found that she could still be sure and amazed herself.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian for a while, and then realized that he had just had a dream during his lunch break.

In my dreams, there are beautiful pictures of his work.

"Ah......" Song Qingchun whispered, and then raised her hand to cover her mouth, her little face suddenly turned red, and the roots of her ears also burned.

Oh my God, she didn't just dream about his work, but ......

Then the beautiful scenes in the dream, like slow motion playing slowly, passed in her mind frame by frame.