Zhou Qingruo lazily leaned on the pillow, pursed her red lips, and replied: "Xie Shao, this is what you want to date?" ”

Xie Yanzhi: "You don't want to?" Zhou Qingruo: "Yes." ”

Zhou Qingruo: "I just finished taking a shower and don't want to go downstairs, why don't you come up?" ”

After waiting for a while, no one replied to the message, Zhou Qingruo's eyes raised slightly, and he threw the phone back to its original place.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

She grabbed a shawl and went to open the door.

Zhou Qingruo leaned against the door frame, his chin slightly raised, and he stared at the man who was close at hand for a moment.

The light at the door was slightly dim, lining her eyes crimson, and she wanted to talk about it, like a fairy, unable to hide her style.

Xie Yanzhi hooked the corners of his mouth and reached out to wrap his hand around Zhou Qingruo's waist.

With a strong force, he pressed her to his chest strongly, lowered his head to her ear, and said in a low and sexy voice: "How much do you want to?" ”

The big palm on his waist was terrifyingly hot, like a burning flame.

Zhou Qingruo raised his hand, his arm was slender and white, and he wrapped his neck coquettishly, "Every cell is thinking." ”

The woman's voice was soft, but it was like a hook, hooking his soul.

The door behind him closed slowly.

Xie Yanzhi raised his eyebrows and stared at her with lowered eyes, as if to determine if she was lying.

Seeing that the man didn't say a word, Zhou Qingruo didn't dodge or dodge, met his black eyes, and asked meaningfully: "Xie Shao, is this not confident in himself?" ”

The woman's eyes were as bright as the stars.

As the words fell, she was pressed against the cold hard wall, her shawl sliding from her shoulders.

Xie Yanzhi's eyes deepened, his fingertips touched her round shoulders, rubbed them lightly, and said slowly: "Practice brings true knowledge." ”

Zhou Qingruo tilted his little head thoughtfully, "It seems to make sense." ”

Xie Yanzhi: "Does it make sense, just try it?" ”

"Xie Shao, you want to think more than me."

"Hmm."

……

I tossed until the second half of the night before stopping.

Zhou Qingruo was so tired that he was weak and weak, and kicked the man angrily.

The man's hand was fast, his big palm caught her jade feet, the corners of his mouth were hooked coldly, and his tone was careless: "Not satisfied? ”

Zhou Qingruo struggled for a moment, and his backhand tightened.

Zhou Qingruo bit his lip and glared at him angrily, "Xie Yanzhi, you let go!" ”

She didn't dare to say that she was not satisfied, so she could only change the topic, otherwise he would definitely do it until she was satisfied, and then she really didn't have to go out tomorrow.

This is the first time that Zhou Qingruo has even taken his name and surname "Xie Yanzhi".

The voice she thought was fierce fell on Xie Yanzhi's ears and became delicate and soft.

The man raised an eyebrow, "What does it mean not to answer?" ”

Is this endless? Zhou Qingruo was so angry that she wanted to kick him again, but after thinking about it, this idea was forcibly suppressed by her.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his tone was sincere: "I'm afraid of your pride." ”

"So?"

"Very satisfied."

……

Xie Yanzhi did not stay overnight, when he left Zhou Qingruo, it was already three o'clock in the second half of the night, and he drove to the hospital.

Zhou Qingruo lay on the bed, groggy, and fell asleep after a while.

Until the next morning, there was a knock on the door.

She was awakened.

After realizing it, Song Yan said last night that he would bring her breakfast in the morning.

Struggling to get up and changing into a beige casual outfit.

She leaned lazily against the doorframe, her long hair slightly curled and casually scattered over her shoulders.

The traces left by Xie Yanzhi on her neck, Zhou Qingruo did not deliberately cover them, and from Song Yan's point of view, she just saw it very clearly.

She did it on purpose.

She saw that Song Yan's face instantly became ugly, and she also saw that he was trying his best to hold back.

Song Yan gritted his teeth and asked, "What's going on with your neck?" ”

Zhou Qingruo reached out and touched his neck, raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled casually, "What do you think?" ”

"Zhou Qingruo!"

Song Yan seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and stared at her.

Zhou Qingruo raised his chin slightly and met his fiery eyes, "You're angry?" ”

"Is he still in there?"

Song Yan suddenly threw away the breakfast and pushed her away fiercely.

Zhou Qingruo stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately, he quickly held on to the doorknob.

Instead of following, she picked up breakfast on the floor.

Since she was a child, her grandmother taught her that it is shameful to waste food!

Take it later to feed the stray cats in the community.

Song Yan rushed in, and rushed back again.

He squinted, stared at Zhou Qingruo dangerously, and asked with a calm face: "What about the female godfather?" ”