Where is Song Qinglan going to take the monsoon
Originally, when Ji Yu was falling asleep, Song Qinglan decided to take him home and cook him something to eat when he woke up. Now that she woke up halfway through the monsoon, Song Qinglan changed her mind.
"Take you to dinner." Song Qinglan said, "What would you like to eat?"
In the monsoon season, I was so hungry that my chest was on my back. In fact, I woke up from hunger. After thinking about it, I cooperated: "I want to eat hot pot."
Song Qinglan: "Hotpot?"
During the rainy season: "Yes, the very spicy kind."
Song Qinglan was extremely familiar with Jiang Cheng, and of course this request would not stumped him. The two have been together for so long during the holiday, and he has already figured out the taste of the season when the rainy season - the two of them fall in love, and the steps of their love are completely opposite to ordinary couples. Usually couples gradually understand each other's preferences before they are attracted and come together. Naturally, they do not have the trouble of rubbing against each other's preferences. They are together first, and then they study what the other person likes in their daily life.
During the monsoon season, he likes spicy food and sweet food. Different from his deserted appearance, he prefers heavy mouths.
On the other hand, Song Qinglan didn't choose anything. Not only did she like to eat, but also to cook. The two of them got along unexpectedly well.
At an intersection, Song Qinglan turned the steering wheel, went to a hot pot restaurant that was open until late at night, and found a quiet private room.
My appetite during the monsoons seems to have never been better. I ate hard, my eyes were red, my nose was sweating, and I drank a bottle of cold beer.
On the way, someone came to the private room to say hello to Song Qinglan. The owner of this store was actually Song Qinglan's comrade-in-arms.
The three chatted for a while, the friend was not at all curious about Ji Yushi's identity, and Ji Yushi immediately thought of Xue Zhao, whom he saw at the skydiving club last time.
I'm afraid that the fact that Song Qinglan came out and had a boyfriend had already spread in his social circles.
After the friend left, Ji Yushi asked, "A lot of your comrades have changed careers."
Song Qinglan ordered a bottle of drink, unscrewed the cap for Ji Yushi and handed it to him, so that he could take away the spicy taste in his mouth: "There are only a few people who have changed careers, all of them have suffered from old injuries and had to retire. I am opposite to Lao Zhou. It's better. In fact, in their opinion, we can be regarded as a career change, and the guardians and the troops are still different."
During the rainy season, her lips were red and red, and her eyes were as clean as water: "What would you do if you weren't a guardian?"
Song Qinglan thought for a while: "There shouldn't be that possibility."
During the rainy season: "Why?"
Song Qinglan: "If I don't be a guardian, how can I meet you again?"
It makes sense.
If Song Qinglan hadn't really become a guardian, he would always be the "Hanhan" in his mind during the season of rain.
Ji Yu drank a drink and looked up to find that Song Qinglan was still looking at him: "What?"
Song Qinglan's eyes were much deeper than usual.
Having experienced that separation, he has changed a lot in his thinking.
For him, sitting here at this time, sitting in a down-to-earth hot pot restaurant, and watching the live monsoon to eat is already a luxury.
Time has changed the world and gifted it.
No matter what the cause and effect are, no matter how one circle connects to another, as long as they are still together, it is enough.
"I'm thinking." Song Qinglan said, "If I grew up in Ningcheng and went to the same elementary and middle school as you, what would happen?"
I never thought about this problem during the monsoon.
He couldn't imagine what it would be like if Song Qinglan was always by his side from childhood to adulthood.
"You asked me just now how you felt when you saw the seventeen-year-old." Song Qinglan continued, "I only had one thought at the time, that is—if I had never left Ningcheng, would we have been together earlier, that way? Then you won't be so lonely. I may accompany you through the coming-of-age ceremony and accompany you to enter the sky, and it doesn't matter whether I become a guardian or not."
Ji Yushi thought about it and said seriously: "Maybe in another parallel world, things really developed as you said."
The universe is infinite, the world is thousands.
Different choices made by people may generate countless parallel worlds, and they have different lives in each world.
And he and Song Qinglan happened to be one of them.
Song Qinglan smiled and said, "If I have the chance, I would like to go to a parallel world like that."
It was almost midnight after eating hot pot.
Song Qinglan drove the car into the garage, then got into the elevator, and directly entered the entrance door.
Because of work, Song Qinglan only moved out of the house in recent years. There is no trace of anyone's life in this house except him. Even Lao Zhou and his teammates rarely have the opportunity to come, especially in the season of rain. Never been.
As soon as you enter the door, the intelligent system is automatically awakened, and the spacious and bright living room is presented in front of the eyes during the rainy season.
The white-toned decoration can be regarded as a minimalist style. At first glance, there are only carpets and sofas in the living room, and the floor-to-ceiling windows with a height of three meters and a length of seven or eight meters reflect the night view of Jiangcheng, which has become the best decoration of this house.
The housekeeping robot slid over, took the items for the host and the guests and hung them up automatically. Following Song Qinglan's habit, he slid to the bathroom and poured water for him to take a bath.
When I entered the living room during the rainy season, I went to the floor-to-ceiling windows to have a look.
He found that from this angle, he could see the suspended train tracks that circled Jiangcheng to the distance.
A pair of arms hugged Ji Yushi from behind, and then, his ears were lightly bitten by his teeth, causing a tingling behind his ears.
Song Qinglan did not restrain herself, nor did she feel it was too sudden, she only took advantage of her height to take advantage of it: "In the bubble world, after you leave, I will stand here imagining whether those trains will carry you from Ningcheng next time. ."
When the monsoon rains, the Adam's apple rolls up and down, but his expression remains indifferent.
Song Qinglan asked again, "Will you come?"
Ji Yushi was about to say something when Song Qinglan kissed him on the neck, and then licked it with the tip of his tongue vaguely. The subtle sound of water fell into Ji Yushi's ears, making him forget what he was going to say.
Song Qinglan said in a light kiss, "Consultant Ji, it's very late."
"Yeah." Ji Yushi's back trembled slightly in such a kiss, "Go take a bath."
The tone of this sentence was a little light, and the breath was unsteady.
The content of what he said was full of disgust, because he couldn't tolerate his own taste during the rainy season.
In fact, both of them smell like hot pot, which is really not very good.
But Song Qinglan didn't mind at all, he buried his head between Ji Yushi's neck and smelled the breath of Ji Yushi's body, which made him fall in love with this kind of fireworks.
He didn't stop teasing, and looked at Ji Yu from the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window like a prank: "Wash together? Why don't we do something to digest and digest by the way."
When Ji Yu looked at the other person's expression on the glass: "… "
Of course, what should happen when the two are together, they didn't plan to go around in circles, otherwise why would they fall in love.
He just regretted why he wanted to eat hot pot. Wouldn't it be better to come directly
"Let's go together." Song Qinglan was still looking at him from the reflection, perseveringly instigated, "It's not like we haven't washed together."
The closest they have done so far is that night at the skydiving club.
Originally, Song Qinglan was taking a bath for him, but as he was washing, the situation changed, and the two of them made a mess in the bathroom.
Before waiting for Ji Yu to refuse again, Song Qinglan bumped into him behind him, demonstrating how eager she was.
During the monsoon rain, the scalp was numb, and the hand subconsciously pressed against the glass in front of him to stabilize his body: "Don't-"
"I can't help it." Song Qinglan said, "You can feel it."
During the rainy season, he was turned over by him and pressed against the glass head-on.
"I can't see it, I can't touch it, you are torturing me in those cycles." Song Qinglan covered her body, bumped it from the front again, showing her eagerness, and then looked at Ji Yu with heavy eyes, "How about it, are you in a hurry? ?"
Song Qinglan's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, her words were rogue and blatant, and her actions were also aggressive.
When the two of them looked at each other, he only lowered his head and kissed gently on Ji Yushi's lips, like touching a beloved treasure, full of treasure.
This man was so sleepy that he could fall asleep directly in the command center.
I had been feeling sleepy all the time on the way home after eating hot pot just now, and the time I was awake was always short. If he didn't do something while he was still awake, Song Qinglan would be reluctant to wake him up.
"The First Minister of Ming Dynasty"
Song Qinglan kissed him again: "When the rainy season..."
The soft lips touch and then separate.
It was a lot like their first kiss.
Ji Yushi's heart beat fast, thanks to his memory, just such a shallow kiss, he automatically recalled all the details of Song Qinglan's kiss. He knew what Song Qinglan might do next, he knew how he would be kissed soft, and he knew that the feeling would rob him of all his strength, making him limp and letting Song Qinglan ask for anything.
As a result, his body began to heat up.
He asked Song Qinglan, "Do you know how to really digest food?"
After asking, his body suddenly lightened, and Song Qinglan picked him up: "I would like to hear more about it."
Song Qinglan had already stretched her legs and walked to the bathroom while she was speaking. Ji Yushi had to hook his neck again, barely keeping her voice steady and saying three words in his ear.
Song Qinglan suddenly stopped, her body lines were all tense in an instant, her voice was hoarse: "Are you sure?"
"Anyway." Ji Yushi muttered, "...I don't want to wear my skin this time."
The familiar words reminded Ji Yushi involuntarily of what happened last time at the club.
In fact, at that time, he thought they would develop to the last stage. Who knew the result was a bit unexpected. He thought that Song Qinglan didn't know what to do. In fact, when he woke up and recalled everything that happened that night, he understood Song Qinglan. How hard it was to restrain.
Monsoon is not an abstinent person, nor does he value certain concepts that much.
He doesn't care about the issue of up and down, let alone whether it is romantic or not, he can do whatever he wants, as long as the other party is the person he wants, he can accept it.
It sounds cool during the monsoon.
For Song Qinglan, it was shocking.
He came back to his senses, pulled off his long legs during the monsoon season, and rudely wrapped them around his waist: "You said it yourself, I've never heard of such an invitation."
Ji Yushi said blankly, "You can choose not to."
"No?" Song Qinglan sneered, "It seems that you have misunderstood your own attraction."
Perhaps the mischievous tease in the car had already been set on fire, and Ji Yushi knew that he was in a dangerous situation at this time.
He was carried to the bathroom by Song Qinglan as if he was holding a child. On the way, he suddenly began to reflect, and he realized that he took the initiative to lower his head and kiss Song Qinglan's lips.
Apparently this kind of flattery didn't work. Song Qinglan put Ji Yushi on the cold sink and took off her shirt while returning the kiss to him intensified.
Ji Yushi remembered that they had kissed in this position at the club, and the shower head wetted Song Qinglan's clothes and pressed against his body. The water slid into their entangled lips, bringing out a hint of sweetness, and was sucked by Song Qinglan again.
Song Qinglan's hand reached into the hem of his clothes, making his heart beat wildly.
Those hands were big enough to stroke the flexible waist that was also covered with a layer of firm muscles, as if it could easily enclose this thin waist in the palm of his hand.
During the monsoon season, while kissing back, his hands were not idle.
The metal zipper slid.
"You're so responsive," he said with his eyelashes down.
"I told you." Song Qinglan did not deny it at all.
He was caught by the hand during the monsoon rain, like the last time he was turned into a tool man.
He took control of Song Qinglan's hand, and imitated Song Qinglan's movements: "Don't patronize yourself."
Song Qinglan laughed softly, very accommodating to this request.
It feels like a scratch, maybe a little irritating during the monsoons.
Because of this posture, he didn't have much room to play. Not only was his hand sore, but he couldn't control the rhythm like Song Qinglan. He was only slightly satisfied until Song Qinglan let go of his hand and held the two of them together.
The housekeeping robot is still in the bathroom, waiting to put the water to test its temperature.
At this moment, it stood dazedly in the corner, the camera glowing red, like a spy monitoring the behavior of the two.
When Ji Yushi was lying on Song Qinglan's shoulder, it was difficult to concentrate: "It's looking at us."
Song Qinglan looked back and said, "Fuck."
When he released the monsoon, he picked up the housekeeping robot and threw it outside the bathroom, then closed the door: "Threatened, I promise it won't say it out."
During the rainy season: "… "
It's only them in the bathroom now.
Song Qinglan took off her clothes and turned around, walking towards the season of rain without any cover.
He is already tall, with a solid wheat-colored chest, well-defined abdominal muscles and a mermaid line, making this mature male figure who has undergone years of intensive training like a perfect sculpture. Just a glance at the season rains will deeply impress him. into the mind.
It is undeniable that Ji Yushi is very obsessed with Song Qinglan's body.
And the kind of bandit that Song Qinglan possessed undoubtedly made this sex feel to the extreme.
At this moment, the man, like a vigorous cheetah, walked towards his prey with a hunting attitude.
The temperature of the water was not high, and it was just right even in summer, but the slow process still caused a thin layer of sweat to form on Song Qinglan's forehead.
Ji Yushi was biting his shoulder, the usual calm and rational face, the eyelids were gently closed at this time, mixed with pain, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids, as cold as it could not be desecrated.
They didn't stop.
The housekeeping robot, locked out of the door, may have detected a water overflow, thought the situation was dangerous, and started hitting the door panel to go in and turn off the tap.
one more time.
It slammed the door panel hard and fast, with a muffled sound for a long time before it stopped.
…
This unfamiliar out-of-control scares the monsoon season.
Fingers are caught.
He felt Song Qinglan's fingers sticking into his fingers one by one, clasping them tightly.
"look at me."
He heard Song Qinglan speak in his ear in a sexy hoarse voice.
"You'll remember our first time, won't you?"
Song Qinglan changed her statement: "You will remember... the shudder I brought you."
"So, look at my face."
I opened my eyes during the rainy season.
Eyes reddened.
Water vapor.
The long night is romantic and gentle.
Song Qinglan called his name softly, "... Han Han."