A slightly flushed little face was reflected in the vanity mirror with adjustable lighting.
The owner of this face has a pair of deer-like eyes, the corners of which are slightly drooping, looking pure and innocent, and the long black hair slightly covers the cheeks, adding three points of purity and seven points of weakness.
This is not a stunning face, but it is a face that easily arouses a man's desire to protect.
Su Xiaoyan has always known where her strengths lie. She has always maintained fluffy straight hair, dressed in plain long skirts, even her makeup and smile have been specially practiced, all of which show her best side.
But even so, Yan Qing never had any affection for her.
She brought her face close to the vanity mirror.
The too white light illuminated the skin quite clearly, and the spots that were originally very light were undoubtedly exposed at this moment.
I don't know if it was her delusion, but after being reminded by Zhan Wuyou, the redness of the sunburn on her face became more and more obvious, including the original light spots, which seemed to be much darker.
She threw the comb in her hand angrily, and stared at herself in the mirror with deep eyes.
For some reason, Zhan Wuyou's face flashed in his mind.
She reached out and stroked her face slowly.
Brother Yan likes Zhan Wuyou
Is it because you like the aggressive beauty
She turned her face slightly, and gently brushed her hands over the nasal bone. Would it look better if the nose was raised higher
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When Zhan Wuyou returned to the room, he suddenly thought of a very important question.
He didn't seem to ask Yan Qing for contact information other than his mobile phone number
Although he always remembered Yan Qing's private WeChat account, it was more sensible for the person involved to speak out about this kind of matter.
It's all because there are too many things going on recently, and he only reacted today.
Just as he was thinking, he heard the sound of the doorknob turning.
Zhan Wuyou immediately stood up from the chair, and greeted him with a face full of joy, "Master."
Yan Qing said "En" softly, and Zhan Wuyou wrapped her up, untied her coat and hung it on the shelf, and followed his lead to sit on the single sofa.
A cut cigar was quickly stuffed in his hand.
Zhan Wuyou is like a machine that can predict his preferences 100% at any time, every movement makes him feel comfortable.
At this time, he was kneeling beside him, lighting a fire and toasting a cigar for him.
When Yan Qing lowered her head slightly, she could see his half-slouched face.
Zhan Wuyou is undoubtedly very outstanding, especially his nasal bone, which is three-dimensional and straight, looking from the side, it has a somewhat mixed-race three-dimensional effect.
"You try." Zhan Wuyou lit the cigar, put the lighter back on the small table, and looked at Yan Qing with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Yan Qing slowly took a breath, and the dense smoke slowly escaped from his lips, covering his face in a thin layer of smoke.
Zhan Wuyou has always liked Yan Qing's face.
Of course it's not limited to the face. There are also hands, waist, back, legs, and the slightly protruding throat.
The curve of his neck is tight and sexy, and the slightly protruding throat is particularly eye-catching. Looking at it, Zhan Wuyou felt his teeth a little itchy.
Haven't they tried the orange riding position yet
That position is really good for biting on the throat...
Yan Qing didn't know that Zhan Wuyou had started the car in his mind, and said, "Wang Zhi is investigating Ruan Baichun."
"En... um? What?" Zhan Wuyou struggled to look away from Yan Qing's throat.
Yan Qing, "..."
Sometimes he couldn't figure out what the little thing was thinking. Staying with him still has the guts to travel to the sky.
But he didn't feel angry.
Yan Qing repeated, "Wang Zhi is investigating Ruan Baichun."
Zhan Wuyou received it this time. He looked at Yan Qing's expression and made sure that he was only here to support him, so he whispered, "I will obey the master."
"Don't you care?" Yan Qing looked at him gravely.
Ruan Baichun is Zhan Wuyou's adoptive mother in name.
Although in Yan Qing's view, this is not a competent adoptive mother. Otherwise, Zhan Zongyan wouldn't have developed that ignorant and arrogant appearance. What disgusted him the most was the way he looked at Zhan Wuyou, aloof.
Zhan Wuyou leaned his head on Yan Qing's lap, and repeated again, "I'll listen to you."
Yan Qing rubbed Zhan Wuyou's hair, lowered her voice slightly, "No regrets?"
Zhan Wuyou originally wanted to say that he didn't regret it, but after thinking about it, he suddenly raised his head and said crisply, "I regret it."
Yan Qing: "..." Huh? !
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"I regret..." Zhan Wuyou had a smile in his eyes, and his voice was slightly elongated, "Why didn't I come to you earlier." No one would have cared about his thoughts before.
After finishing speaking, he sent himself up to kiss Yan Qing's lips.
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Although it is not possible to prostitute during the day, the sky has already darkened for a while.
Yan Qing slightly parted her lips, matching Zhan Wuyou's approaching lips.
He quickly seized the initiative, pressed his neck, and deepened the communication between the two domineeringly and forcefully.
Zhan Wuyou likes that Yan Qing is strong to him.
Especially when he had just smoked a cigar, when he kissed, the faint smell of smoke wandered around his body like a hook, making his heart beat violently, and his whole body was already attached to Yan Qing's body.
I couldn't help touching my clothes with my fingers.
By the end of the kiss, Yan Qing's clothes had been messed up by him, and her breathing was a little short.
Zhan Wuyou was not in a hurry.
They've always done it on the bed, haven't tried the chair yet.
In the pose of a navel orange, let him bite the throat joint...
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He buried his head in Yan Qing's chest, listened to the powerful beating of his heart, and began to draw circles with his fingertips through his clothes, complaining softly, "Master, you have been so busy these days, I haven't seen you much during the day, If I miss you, I can only go to bed and lie down."
Reminded by Zhan Wuyou, Yan Qing suddenly recalled the 'bag' on the bastard's legs when she found someone on the bed at noon.
The "thinking" he said is mostly the kind of thinking that has been dyed.
I don't know how to play in bed when I'm not around.
His complexion was not very good-looking immediately.
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Zhan Wuyou hasn't noticed that Yan Qing's expression is wrong.
He has already begun to discuss the communication method, "Can I send you a message?" When he said this, his hand had already moved to Yan Qing's belt.
Ask for a number, talk about love, the two are right.
Just about to untie it, but was held down by Yan Qing.
Zhan Wuyou, "???"
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He looked up puzzled.
Yan Qing's handsome face was unusually serious, "Five hours of training is still too little for you." That's why she had extra energy to mess around on the bed.
Zhan Wuyou, "???" What? ! !
Yan Qing continued, "Starting tomorrow, add another two hours."
Zhan Wuyou was stunned for a moment.
No, it's not.
Did he say something wrong
Why did you suddenly increase the amount of exercise? ! !
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Maybe it was Zhan Wuyou's ignorant appearance that pleased Yan Qing. When he woke up the next day, Zhan Wuyou found that he had a friend whose profile picture was a starlight on his WeChat.
His WeChat name only has one word—Yan.
No need to think about who this is.
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Zhan Wuyou rubbed his waist, secretly annoyed why he followed Yan Qing's wishes to bed last night! He couldn't taste the navel oranges he wanted. He didn't even bite the throat joint he wanted to bite!
But Yan Qing's stamina has always been recognized by him, but it is easy to get backache the next day.
After rubbing his lower back, he realized that he already had Yan Qing's personal contact number, so he could chat with her.
He immediately took a photo of his waist, and after a wave of filter editing operations, he sent it over.
Wuyou: Master, my back hurts so much T_T, you pinched too hard last night, but... I like it so much.
[careful]
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Yan Qing was looking at the materials Wang Zhi sorted out, when she heard a 'ding' from the phone.
He glanced and found that it was a WeChat message from Zhan Wuyou.
Wang Zhi probably never heard Ye Yan's cell phone ringing outside of work, so he couldn't help but glance at him.
Then he saw that Yan Ye, who was always neat in handling things, was staring at the phone in a daze.
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Yan Qing realized that she was eager to reply after seeing that the sender was Zhan Wuyou.
This kind of thinking is really not in line with his usual behavior.
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But it was inappropriate to think that I gave him the contact information and ignored it in a blink of an eye.
After doing a good job of psychological decompression for himself, Yan Qing seemed to take a glance at the phone casually.
What came into view was a slender and white waist.
This picture should be taken on the bed, the waist is half sunken in the quilt, the dark mattress makes the skin of the waist more white, the slightly sunken lines are tight and clean, and there are two beautiful waists at the end of the waistline Wo, just by looking at it, you can tell how delicate the touch is.
Look again at what he said.
Yan Qing's breathing was wrong, and she turned over and pressed on the table suddenly.
broad daylight!
How dare he send this kind of photo to him!
Still say such things!
What, what a jerk!
[The author has something to say]: Worry-free: Then I... post it at night