After returning from work, Shen Yumo saw that the car outside had not moved, so she guessed that Jiang Ziquan hadn't gone out, but she didn't expect that she was still sleeping in, she was obviously more tired yesterday, especially when she saw that the blindfold on her eyes was still there. If I didn't take it off, my heart was even more blocked.
After tossing for so long last night, after she was done, she was able to turn over and get out of bed to find the blindfold as if nothing had happened, and she herself was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and she always felt a little awkward.
A lot of clothes were scattered on the ground, showing how intense the battle was yesterday. Shen Yumo looked at her watch, it was almost half past eleven, but she came back in such a hurry and wanted to have lunch with her.
The bright sunlight shone into the house, and the originally dark room suddenly became brighter.
Jiang Ziquan seemed to sense the change in the house, turned over, and crawled forward, as if he had pressed the remote control in his hand, and the curtains slowly closed again.
The room became dark again.
Shen Yumo: "..." She turned her head helplessly to look at Jiang Ziquan, who was still sleeping on her stomach. She was still undressed, and the quilt was scattered to the side because of the movement just now, revealing a large area of spring, and a little bit on her smooth and fair back. The faint red mark was scratched by her hands last night. Thinking of the scene last night, her face flushed.
Xiaobu walked over and patted her lightly: "Hey, get up soon."
Jiang Ziquan opened his eyes in a daze, saw Shen Yumo, rubbed her arm lightly, and said hoarsely, "I see."
"Well." Shen Yumo pulled out her arm, nodded, and after she was sober, she wondered: "By the way, who is Banshuang?"
Although it didn't sound real, Jiang Ziquan did call this name in a dream, with a little sadness.
Hearing this, Jiang Ziquan quickly woke up, and the things about exile and Qingyan in his mind went back like a movie.
The moment Jiang Ziquan came out of the quilt, Shen Yumo turned around, but he still had the stunned glance in his mind just now, patted his face, and then as if thinking of something, he turned to the bed and put the sheet on the bed. Gently dragged it down, looking at the scarlet on it, he couldn't help coughing.
"What time is it? Are you off work?" Jiang Ziquan turned around, holding the clothes in his hand, and could only see Teacher Shen's back.
"It's almost twelve o'clock." Shen Yumo nodded. Before he could say anything else, Jiang Ziquan had already walked to her side, and he could still smell her body faintly.
Jiang Ziquan looked at Shen Yumo, who was blushing in front of him, and saw the movements of her hands again. His heart moved, and he looked straight at her. He was about to say something, but her eyes were covered by the sheets.
"You, put your clothes on quickly." Shen Yumo spoke intermittently, turning his head away from her.
Jiang Ziquan thought that she should cover her own eyes, and did not listen to her completely. With a long hand, he wrapped her in his arms.
Although Shen Yumo was still wearing clothes, she still felt that her body temperature was terrifyingly high, and she didn't dare to touch Jiang Ziquan's skin with both hands. Who would have thought that Jiang Ziquan didn't know how to be shy at all, and kept leaning on her body, even her own body was caught by her. Infected with some heat.
"Is there a class this afternoon?"
Jiang Ziquan whispered in her ear, with a little charm, which made Shen Yumo's body go weak, and after a while, she knew what she was thinking, and she pushed her away with all her strength.
"There are classes, there are classes." Shen Yumo glared at her angrily, took the sheets, and hurriedly left: "Hurry up, I'm going to cook."
Jiang Ziquan smiled lightly and added behind his back, "Are you tired? Why don't you order takeout?"
"I am not tired."
Jiang Ziquan didn't care anymore. After putting on his clothes, he touched the warm jade on his neck. There was also the hair of the exiled. It seems that the witch woman will give her hair to the person she likes, but the shell is too packaged. It was beautiful, and it was given by Ban Shuang. Naturally, Shen Qingyan would not open her up to take a look, so that she had no idea what other people were thinking.
Jiang Ziquan washed his face and came out. He saw Shen Yumo setting the plate and looked at her with a smile: "I'll put on my makeup later, and eat first."
"Yeah." Jiang Ziquan consciously set the next plate, and helped her sit down again, scratching her head embarrassedly. Recently, she has read some novels. After doing that, she must be extra considerate of the other party. It's just that she had such a dream, she didn't know when she woke up, and she didn't have time to do anything at all.
Shen Yumo didn't know her entanglement. She watched her taste the chicken wings lightly, her face changed a bit, and then continued to eat happily, but she couldn't stand it anymore. In order to retaliate for her sleeping so late, She also molested her. She added a lot of salt to the meat dishes. She didn't need to taste it, she knew how salty it was.
"Is it delicious?" Shen Yumo blocked her chopsticks and asked her looking into her eyes.
"Ah?" Jiang Ziquan was stunned for a moment. She could naturally feel that today's lunch was a little salty, but she just remembered that Shishuang would not eat meat for the rest of her life in order to pray for Qingyan's blessing, which caused her teacher Shen to not like meat in her life. She still has good cooking skills, and she feels that she should be grateful. Maybe it's just that Teacher Shen put too much salt in cooking, and it's not that hard to swallow.
She thought that if Teacher Shen didn't eat meat, she wouldn't be able to taste it, so as long as she pretended to be a little bit like, she wouldn't be discovered. He smiled and said, "It's delicious."
When Shen Yumo heard the words, he put down his chopsticks, lowered his eyes, and panicked in his heart: "Why are you lying?"
"Even though I put so much salt, you still have to say that you like it very much." Shen Yumo sobbed, with tears in her eyes: "I did it on purpose, I did it on purpose."
"Woooooo."
Jiang Ziquan was also stunned. She didn't know why Teacher Shen was crying like this. She hurriedly hugged her and comforted her softly, "Yes, yes, you did it on purpose."
Although I don't know why you put salt on purpose and let me eat it.
"Then if it's salty next time, I'll say it's unpalatable, okay?" Jiang Ziquan said after deliberation. She guessed that Teacher Shen might not like others to lie to her, even for such a small thing.
Suddenly there was a pain in her waist, she held back the muffled groan that was about to come out of her mouth, she really didn't know how to coax people, and the aggrieved Baba said, "Then what do you say?"
Shen Yumo wiped her tears, a little embarrassed, she is such a big person, and she even cried: "whatever you want." Seeing her scratching her ears and cheeks, she laughed and said: "It has nothing to do with you, I just feel a little wronged ."
"Please, your grievance has nothing to do with me, so what has to do with me?" Although she was also a woman, Jiang Ziquan really couldn't guess what Teacher Shen was thinking. It was the first time she saw Teacher Shen cry, and she was still a little surprised.
"It really doesn't matter."
Jiang Ziquan glanced at her and knew that she was thin-skinned, so he stopped asking, but instead asked, "Then why do you say it's so salty?"
"Oh, it's just seeing you get up so late, I'm not feeling well." Shen Yumo looked at her eyes and said embarrassedly, and whispered, "It's me who is more tired."
"Pfft." Jiang Ziquan sat up straight, nodded and said with a smile, "I told you a long time ago that my physical strength is very good." Then he leaned into her ear and whispered, "Didn't you realize it yesterday? "
Shen Yumo glanced at her, bit her lip and said, "Then you didn't get up so late."
"Cough, next time I'll get up early, don't be angry." Jiang Ziquan didn't continue to struggle, she didn't expect to have such a long dream, and she didn't plan to tell Teacher Shen what happened in the dream, just let him She should remember those things alone.
After eating, Jiang Ziquan consciously went to wash the dishes and prepared to wash all the clothes together.
"Ziquan."
"Huh?" Jiang Ziquan stopped what he was doing and looked at her suspiciously.
"Me, my class is at four o'clock."
Hearing this, Jiang Ziquan couldn't help but think about the thing he had just teased her and asked her if she had any classes. It seemed that she knew her subtext at the time. Seeing her hands entwined involuntarily, the expression on her face was very funny: " Then wait for me."
"Oh"
It's just that Jiang Ziquan didn't expect Teacher Shen to go back to her room. She tiptoed in. Teacher Shen was resting on the bed, and her eyes couldn't help but look at the gossip array. In fact, Su Qingwen's description was not very accurate. That formation was made with half of Shen Qingyan's blood to keep the two of them together, but I didn't expect that after so many years, it turned into an aphrodisiac formation.
Seeing her come in, Shen Yumo consciously went to the side, and whispered, "Your bed is a little small."
Jiang Ziquan was embarrassed. In fact, her bed was quite big for her to sleep alone. Yesterday, both of them almost rolled off. When she was still struggling, her arms voluntarily lifted the quilt, her heart fluttered, and she was very quick. Lie down.
"Why are you so nervous?" Shen Yumo was nervous at first, but seeing that Jiang Ziquan was more nervous than herself, she calmed down and asked suspiciously.
"No." Jiang Ziquan was also a little tired. Does she want to say that she is a little afraid of the effect of the gossip array? If she can't control herself, so that Teacher Shen can't even attend the afternoon class, it can't be finished with a single word of apology.
Hearing this, Shen Yumo didn't say anything. She slept late last night, woke up very early, and there was a familiar atmosphere around her. She felt sleepy and fell asleep after talking nonsense.
Hearing the steady breathing around him, Jiang Ziquan also felt very stable, and there was no strange feeling in his body, so he let him hold her in his arms. Shen Yumo seemed to feel a little awkward. on.