After the Xi family was "invited to leave", Liu Ying arranged all the affairs, and turned to see that Song Fei and the others were still in the living room, as if they were still worried about this matter. Liu Ying's heart softened and urged:
"You have to go to school tomorrow, hurry back to your room to rest."
Song Fei lay on the back of the sofa and reminded in a low voice, "Cousin Nie is still here, Mom, have you forgotten about this?"
"How come, I was just about to ask someone to go to your sister's room to ask if she is staying overnight or going home today."
Liu Ying said, thinking that Nie Lingbo might be talking to her daughter, she simply ordered Song Fei and Xiangsixi:
"Ask when you go upstairs. Don't rush the two sisters if they haven't finished talking. In short, the guest room is still the one she used to live in. When will they finish talking about business, and when will they go to rest by themselves."
The Song and Nie families have been walking around recently, and they have been staying at each other's house from time to time. Liu Ying saw that it was getting late outside. She estimated that Nie Lingbo would not leave. After listening to the order, Da Da Da ran upstairs.
The pace of the two was indistinguishable, and when they reached the door of Song Pian's room, they cautiously kept their steps light and rubbed past like a cat.
Song Fei was still relatively reserved, and Xiangsixi couldn't help but leaned over to the door to listen to the movement.
Song Fei's restraint lasted less than three seconds, and after hesitating, she asked angrily, "What's going on inside?" How could this Xiangsixi still eat alone after hearing news.
Xiangsixi turned her head and mouthed blankly: "Nothing."
Song Fei stood on tiptoe and listened to it herself, it was true.
When sister and cousin Lingbo are alone, you can often hear chatter and laughter through the door. Why is it so quiet today
Song Fei and Xiangsixi looked at each other, and Xiangsixi locked the door and said:
"Sister, is cousin Lingbo going back today? The guest room has been cleaned up."
The knock on the door rang twice by mistake, and the girl's voice came through the door a little distorted.
In the quiet and thick night, the two voices were neither light nor heavy, enough to distract Nie Lingbo for a moment, and tighten the palm of Song Pian's waist.
Song Pian snorted softly between her nose, like a revenge, like a response, she bit her lower lip when she exited Nie Lingbo's lips, then half-opened her eyes full of water, leaned on Nie Lingbo's shoulder, and looked at the door of the room direction.
In the warm and tidy room, only one floor lamp was left, and the light was yellow and dim.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony were open, the white curtains fell to the ground, and the wind blew in, slowly blowing, quietly peeping at the tumultuous desires of the room.
The temperature rises and the wind blows in also becomes scorching hot.
On the sofa, Nie Lingbo was still sitting in the same place, but there was another person on him.
The girl's indoor shoes were lying at Nie Lingbo's feet, and her knees were on both sides of Nie Lingbo's body. Today, she was wearing a lemon-yellow skirt. When the skirt bloomed on Nie Lingbo's body, it looked like a hazy and elegant yellow water lily.
Nie Lingbo knew why she wore a long skirt, not only because it really matched her temperament, but also because Liu Ying liked to see Song Piangan dressed like this.
And this water lily in Liu Ying's eyes, pure and well-behaved, with a quiet beauty and a smile, was pinched by Nie Lingbo's slender waist in just ten minutes, buckled on his body, and bullied repeatedly.
She sniffed the sweet petals, and reached out to poke away the outermost flower coat to look inside.
Delicate, silky, fingerprints cling to the beauties.
Nie Lingbo stroked it inch by inch, the strength of his subordinates was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, the weight was because he couldn't help himself, and the light was a little bit unbearable when he heard Song Pian's humming, so much love—
But after a flash of distress, it was a deeper and deeper bad idea.
Nie Lingbo wanted her to lose her temper, causing her waist to sway, her legs to tremble, and her to collapse.
For more than a quarter of an hour, Nie Lingbo was lingering under this delicate water lily, but he was even less satisfied, and went straight to the most plump and juicy place.
Only then did her family come to find her.
Nie Lingbo stroked Song Pian's long hair, picked up a strand of hair, and kissed him on the lips.
"Going to open the door?"
After some stealing, Nie Lingbo's voice was low and hoarse, and it became more and more seductive. Song Pian's ears were numb and numb, he hugged Nie Lingbo tightly, glanced at the skirt, and meant something:
"Your skirt is wrinkled by you."
So, how to meet people.
The rest of the words were not spoken, Song Pian clicked to the end, propped up his upper body, and said to the door:
"Xixi go to sleep, we still have a while."
Before she could finish her final words, Song Pian slammed the arm around her waist, and she fell into Nie Lingbo's arms again.
"For a while? Are you deceiving children like this?" Nie Lingbo chuckled.
"I'm a bad sister." Song Pian said calmly, "but my sister is also—"
Her eyes were like spring water, and she deliberately whispered:
"Bad sister."
Nie Lingbo's eyes were deep, and he was about to lean over again, to live up to the name of "bad sister".
Song Piantao didn't follow her this time.
At first, when she leaned into Nie Lingbo's ear to ask questions, she didn't plan to follow Nie Lingbo's pace tonight—
Although Qinglu was in the previous world, he controlled the affairs of the bed again and again, and in this world he was a charming older sister, but Song Piangan had not forgotten that this older sister still regarded her as an innocent girl who was easily frightened.
If there is enough time, Song Pian wouldn't mind following her pace.
Available now-
She decided to take the rhythm back.
Song Pian grabbed Nie Lingbo's wrist with little force, but successfully made Nie Lingbo stop.
Nie Lingbo raised his eyebrows, seeing Song Piantao not only restraining him, but also twisting his body and getting off him.
She was not in a hurry to chase, but just leaned on the sofa and followed with her eyes.
Her girl stands in front of the gift box on the table and reaches out to untie the ribbon of the gift box.
Unwrap the present now
The dark green silk ribbon lingered between Song Pian's fingers, making her fingers astonishingly white. Nie Lingbo looked at it almost admiringly. The ribbon was very long. She sat up and took a length of rich dark green into her hand.
With one pull, one pull, the other butterfly fluttering and elusive is pulled back to him.
Sometimes I really want to.
Sometimes I really want to use a beautiful rope to lock Song Pian by my side.
This idea cannot be declared to anyone, and it is precisely because of its secret and despicableness that it spreads and breeds like damp moss in the dark heart.
"Can I use it on you?"
Hearing this sentence suddenly, Nie Lingbo thought that it came from his own mouth.
She raised her eyes and met Song Pian's gaze.
Song Pian smiled, the water on his lips was still wet, and his words seemed to be wet:
"Okay, sister."
Song Piantao took the dark green ribbon and compared it to Nie Lingbo, as if to see how to pack this wonderfully colored gift.
The ribbon brushed Nie Lingbo's wrist, scratched against her bulging chest, hovered around her delicate collarbone for a moment, and finally, along with the sound of Nie Lingbo's gradually deep breathing, gently covered Nie Lingbo's eyes.
She fell into darkness.
"lightly."
"Come." Song Pian picked her up, walking slowly, leading her little by little.
Nie Lingbo didn't remember that they had gotten along like this before.
In Dali's palace with red walls and green tiles, Feng Yuexian once covered Song Pian's eyes with a foot light, and through the thin soft gauze, thin kisses kept falling.
Wherever the lightness is adorned, the kiss will fall.
Song Piantao used a ribbon to lead Nie Lingbo to the side of the bed and sat down. She knelt down beside Nie Lingbo and kissed her in the same way.
How could Nie Lingbo bear such intimacy, her hand was not trapped.
Song Pian followed her.
Song Piantao was only single-minded, what he taught himself from Qinglu in the past, and then fed back to the current Nie Lingbo.
How did Qinglu take off his palace robes when he fell in love
How does Qinglu taste the fragrant, quivering peaches when they are in love
When love is strong, how Qinglu disturbs a pool of spring water.
These were all used by Qinglu on himself.
Today, Song Piantao returned the supreme joy that Qinglu had given to her, a little bit, a little bit, back to her.
- Of course, it's more than that.
Song Piantao wanted more from her. As long as Nie Lingbo was willing to give it, she would accept it.
There is no moon tonight, the night is a little less cold and bright, and a little hot and charming.
The only floor lamp in the room stood far away. It looked at the only moving place in the room from a distance, and it tried its best to send the light to the end of the bed.
The light hit a piece of white jade-like calf, like a thin layer of warm jade.
I don't know what happened to the owner of the body part. With the crunching sound, the calf pushed the dark sheet more and more messily, the instep arched into a crescent moon, and the toes were tightly tucked, ah-
The floor lamp dare not look again.
After a long while, there was a vaguely formed sentence:
"Sister, is it okay?"
From Nie Lingbo, Song Pian tasted the sweet aroma of wine.
Drinking alone among the flowers, jade dew nectar.
The more the product is, the stronger it is, and the rich silver threads can be drawn out.
Even if you are sober, you will be drunk.
Song Pian held back her hands and waited. She ate up the water marks between her fingers and looked at Nie Lingbo with raised eyebrows.
Before today, Nie Lingbo had never imagined that this would be the case.
But when it happened, Nie Lingbo did not resist.
For her, seeing Song Pianjiao fascinated by her and her attention being plundered by her, this feeling is as wonderful as possessing Song Pianjiao.
Nie Lingbo did not resist.
Song Piantao got the pass, tucked her long hair to the side of her neck on the same side, and leaned down.
In order to probe into the silver bottle, Song Piantao gently opened the naturally closed mouth of the bottle, because the honey water inside was overflowing, and with a slight movement, it leaked into Song Piantao's hands.
Sticky and rich.
Those who were taken out during the movement and fell into Song Pian's hands had no choice but to slowly descend along the delicate skin, leaving a pool of dark water marks on the sheets.
The neck of the bottle mouth is slender, leading straight to the secluded place, and it is extraordinarily delicate. Song Pian entered it carefully, just in time for the good water, and it was wrapped and eaten smoothly, and it went in smoothly.
Fingers are soaked in silver bottle.
Damp and hot.
Song Pian hooked her fingertips upward, and the mead became stronger, and they all greeted her fingertips.
Nie Lingbo's body seemed to be getting hotter.
Song Pian asked her intimately:
"Sister, do you like it?"
The answer she got was Nie Lingbo's physical reaction.
The mouth of the silver bottle suddenly tightened a few times, spitting out honey juice.
It was biting Song Pian's fingers.
Song Piantao said this to Nie Lingbo, and Nie Lingbo's eyes rolled over and he was full of coquettishness.
Song Pian feeds her fingers, she does not hide, let Song Pian invade, let Song Pian mess up, mix the two water marks into one place, and then kiss carefully.
Only at the end, Lazily asked Song Piantao:
"Should we change it? Huh?"
Greed for a while.
In the early morning, Song Piantao woke up earlier than Nie Lingbo.
There is no other reason. Today is a special day. She wants to meet Xi Zihua and sign a contract. 01 woke her up in her mind early in the morning.
I really did my best for the task and didn't even look at it.
Fortunately, the two of them weren't too crazy last night, so Song Pian was not uncomfortable.
Song Piantao yawned lightly and was woken up. She was not ready to go to sleep. Seeing that Nie Lingbo was still in a deep sleep, she propped her head up and looked carefully for a while, and her eyes fell on the ribbon beside Nie Lingbo.
She suddenly remembered that she only used this ribbon yesterday, and the gift had not been opened yet.
Song Pian lightly got out of bed, walked barefoot to the small living room, and carried the gift box back to the bed.