Qin Yuming nodded, thinking that she didn't have to go to work in the afternoon, so she just accompanied Fang Zhicheng to have fun, so she took out two small bowls and said softly, "I'll only drink one bowl."
The alcohol content of this Dongtai rice wine was not high, but it was very strong. After drinking half a bowl of wine, Qin Yuming's face turned red and she looked drunk. She rubbed her temples and whispered, "No, I'm afraid I'm drunk and my head is heavy..."
Fang Zhicheng felt apologetic. He had planned to add some fun to the lunch, but he didn't expect Qin Yuming to get drunk. He helped Qin Yuming stand up and said, "Then I'd better take you to bed to rest."
"It's so hot!" After Qin Yuming lay down on the bed, she stretched out her white and tender hands and fanned her cheeks. Fang Zhicheng took a look and thought that Qin Yuming's skin was now white and rosy, as if she had put on rouge.
Qin Yuming was usually very dignified, and her manners and speech were very elegant, but now there was an alluring charm in her every move, and she looked really drunk and delicious.
Qin Yuming rolled over with her boneless body, tearing off her nightgown, and a large part of her collar was pulled down. Fang Zhicheng came over to help and found a small brown mole under her neck. He couldn't help but reached out and touched it. The touch was like a fire ignited by dry wood, and it suddenly burned.
Qin Yuming pushed Fang Zhicheng and said in a naive tone, "What are you looking at, idiot? My head hurts so much and I want to sleep. Go and help me close the door. Be good!"
Fang Zhicheng nodded, walked over, closed the door, sat down on the bed again, and laughed softly, "Sister Ming, the door is closed."
Qin Yuming turned her back, curled up into a ball, and whispered, "Why don't you leave? I need some quiet time now!"
Fang Zhicheng whispered into Qin Yuming's ear and said with a wicked smile: "I will lie quietly beside you and promise not to make any noise."
"Hateful!" Qin Yuming tensed her body, as if she was a little nervous. She reached out to grab the quilt, wrapped herself up, and buried herself in it.
"Sister, please lend me a quilt. I'm so cold." Fang Zhicheng chuckled twice and went to grab the quilt from Qin Yuming.
Qin Yuming was also flustered. She held the corner of the quilt tightly and moved her whole body to the side of the bed, as if she was afraid of being touched by Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng pulled at the quilt but found that he couldn't move it at all. He thought quickly and reached out to grab Qin Yuming's snow-white feet and gently pulled them.
"You're going to die! If you keep doing this, I'll kick you off the bed!" Qin Yuming said coquettishly. Her feet were caught, and she felt extremely itchy. Seeing that Fang Zhicheng would not let her go, she angrily threw the quilt towards Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng took advantage of the situation to cover himself with the quilt, and then, like a huge monster, he pounced over and enveloped Qin Yuming under him.
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In a dizzy feeling like a landslide or tsunami, Qin Yuming was like drowning. After struggling to get ashore, she no longer wanted to move. She lay limply on the bed, her delicate body stretched out, her jade-like face glowing, the light hair on the tip of her nose was covered with sweat beads, and a happy and satisfied smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Fang Zhicheng touched the bottom of the pillow and found it a little uncomfortable. He reached in and found a novel of about three or four hundred pages. He flipped through it and glanced at the beauty beside him, wondering, "Sister, are you reading this book recently?"
"When and Where is Love?" is a recent best-selling urban novel, telling the story of a man and a woman living in a big city, facing many temptations such as power, money, and beauty, and a series of love entanglements. In China Merchants Group, many people also like to read this book, and the readers are all women.
Fang Zhicheng wet his fingers with spit, pointed at the text on one of the pages, and sighed, "Sister Ming, this book is quite pornographic."
Qin Yuming's face flushed, she rolled her eyes and spat, "This is called art, an emotional catharsis with scars."
—"He was like a wounded lion, rolling in the waves, treating the woman under him as a zebra on the grassland, inserting the fangs in his mouth into her blood vessels, turning the delicious blood into nutrients to heal the wound..."
Fang Zhicheng read a passage quietly, thinking to himself that it was no wonder that this book was such a bestseller. It looked like an urban romance drama, but in fact the language was extremely stimulating and provocative, which aroused primitive desires and impulses in people.
"Sister, many urban romance novels nowadays are actually writing about sex in a wanton manner under the guise of painful literature. To give a simple example, the fangs easily remind people of that, and the blood vessels represent that. Although the specific organ names are not deliberately written, they are enough to arouse people's desires. This is actually a pornographic book." Fang Zhicheng sighed.
Qin Yuming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She snatched the novel from Fang Zhicheng's hand, tapped Fang Zhicheng's nose with her finger, and said unhappily, "Your logic is so weird! It's true that yellow people have a pair of yellow eyes, and they will only use them to look for yellow stories."
Fang Zhicheng grabbed Qin Yuming's slender, white and tender fingers like jade onions and laughed, "Sister Ming still understands my heart." After that, he turned over and pressed Qin Yuming under him again.
Qin Yuming's eyes were as clear as water and she was extremely shy. Feeling the breath coming from Fang Zhicheng, her whole body seemed to be covered in mist.
"Again?" Qin Yuming blinked her beautiful and affectionate eyes and asked.
"Don't you want to?" Fang Zhicheng touched Qin Yuming's cheek and asked softly.
"If you want, then go ahead." Qin Yuming subconsciously clutched the sheets tightly, taking a defensive stance, probably because she was frightened by the ruthlessness in Fang Zhicheng.
Qin Yuming is older than Fang Zhicheng, so Fang Zhicheng often thinks of Qin Yuming as his support psychologically, and rarely sees her needing care like a kitten.
"I'll be gentler this time." Fang Zhicheng leaned close to Qin Yuming's ear and said gently.
Qin Yuming nodded and relaxed her hands that were clasping the sheets. Not long after, she let out a long breath as she felt a tingling sensation. Her fingers, which had been hanging down to the ground, suddenly wrapped around Fang Zhicheng's broad waist and back. Her crystal-clear nails slowly chiseled into his skin, throbbing deeply and shallowly with his breathing.
A short separation is better than a new marriage. The two of them were tireless and entangled from noon to early morning. They fell asleep with deep tiredness.
Around seven o'clock, Fang Zhicheng woke up from his deep sleep, touched his side, and found that Qin Yuming was missing. He walked into the kitchen and saw Qin Yuming wearing a nightgown and preparing breakfast in the kitchen. He walked over, hugged her from behind, and kissed her deeply on the right cheek. Qin Yuming turned around, glanced at Fang Zhicheng, and said unhappily: "Dead man, you don't even wear a piece of clothes. I didn't expect you to be so shameless."
Fang Zhicheng smiled evilly and said, "That's because you don't understand me, sister. I actually have a habit of sleeping naked."
"Nonsense!" Qin Yuming pushed Fang Zhicheng and ignored him.
Fang Zhicheng scratched his head awkwardly, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and then changed into clean clothes. Qin Yuming had already prepared breakfast. Seeing that Fang Zhicheng had dressed neatly, she nodded and praised, "This is more presentable."
Fang Zhicheng saw that Qin Yuming had cooked noodles with a crispy yellow egg on top, and he felt touched and said softly, "Sister Ming, thank you."
Qin Yuming was slightly startled and said with a smile, "It's inexplicable." Then he took the hot sauce from the kitchen and poured a spoonful of it on Fang Zhicheng.
After five or six minutes, Fang Zhicheng finished the bowl of noodles without leaving any soup. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and said with a smile, "Sister, your noodles are really amazing."
Qin Yuming cleaned up the dishes, feeling happy in her heart, but she said, "If you eat noodles that taste almost the same every day, you will get tired of them one day."
Fang Zhicheng heard the hidden meaning and quickly comforted him, "How could that be? To give a simple example, although my mother's cooking is not delicious, her stir-fried pork was what I missed the most during my college years."
Qin Yuming nodded and said with a smile: "I don't know how to make stir-fried pork."