After leaving the teaching building, the two originally planned to go to the school hall to attend the alumni meeting before the ceremony. But Qin Lou changed his mind.
"Change clothes?" Song Shu turned to him curiously, "Why do you want to change clothes suddenly?"
Qin Lou didn't even blink, "The school gave us a last-minute notice that we will have to attend the closing ceremony. We are dressed too casually today, so it would be better to change into something more formal."
Song Shu looked at Qin Lou with increasing suspicion. "Before I left home this afternoon, I asked you if you wanted to change into a suit. Do you remember how you refused?"
Qin Lou said without hesitation, "Forgot."
"…Are you planning something weird?"
"Of course not," Qin Lou paused, "At most, I just want to try out couple style outfits with you?"
"… "
Although Song Shu was skeptical about Qin Lou's words, she would not refuse Qin Lou on such a small matter. The stylist team summoned by Qin Lou quickly arrived and took Song Shu to a private dressing room that was temporarily converted near No. 2 Middle School.
It was fate that the stylist in the stylist team who was responsible for washing Song Shu's hair was the girl who helped Song Shu deal with Qin Lou's purple hair last time.
The girl was obviously very impressed with Song Shu. While other people in the team were choosing matching clothes and accessories for Song Shu, she chatted with Song Shu while doing hair care for him.
Song Shu looked away several times, but still couldn't see Qin Lou. She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the little girl in the mirror. "Have you seen Qin Lou before you came in?"
The girl was stunned for a moment and shook her head, "No, Mr. Qin sent you here and seemed to have left first."
"..." Song Shu frowned slightly.
The girl asked anxiously, "Miss Song, are you looking for Mr. Qin? I can ask our leader where Mr. Qin is."
Song Shu thought for two seconds, raised his eyes and smiled, "No need. I'll just wait for him to come back."
The girl laughed, "Ms. Song and Mr. Qin have a really good relationship. Last time I went back, I mentioned this to a friend of mine who also works in the styling industry. She was terrified when she heard that we were going to dye Mr. Qin's hair back. She said that in the past, when Mr. Qin attended ceremonies or parties, no matter how big a stylist he met, he would never let anyone touch his hair, let alone dye it... Now that I think about it, it was the same last time. It seemed that he didn't dare to say anything until you did it."
Song Shu lowered his eyes and smiled, "Is that why you say he is a lunatic? He walks around with that hair color and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it."
"Indeed," the little girl also sighed, "Mr. Qin is really different from ordinary people. What he thinks and does is hard to guess."
"… "
Song Shu frowned lightly and said nothing.
Qin Lou's thoughts, words and actions always seemed weird, crazy and difficult to understand to others, but to her, perhaps because she knew everything about him too well - so most of the time she could accurately guess his train of thought.
For example, after all the commotion near dusk today, Song Shu had a vague idea in his heart of what Qin Lou was trying to do.
only…
"I hope he's not that crazy." Song Shu sighed.
The little girl lowered her head in confusion, "Hey? Miss Song, what did you just say?"
Song Shu smiled faintly and shook his head, "Nothing."
"Oh, okay."
After Song Shu had her hair treated, her long black hair looked soft, smooth and shiny. The stylists in the team who were responsible for matching the clothes and accessories finally decided on the final plan.
After another round of tidying up, Song Shu, who had changed her clothes and put on light makeup, was led by the girl who was doing her hair to the full-length mirror in the room with a smile.
The whole process was just a toss, and Song Shu really didn't see any concrete results. Now that everything was settled, looking at himself in the mirror in a completely designed state, Song Shu was stunned.
It's really a bit... unexpected.
It was not quite like the regular evening party look she had imagined. This time, the designer team seemed to dress her up as much as possible to look like a student in order to cater to the theme of "school anniversary ceremony" -
Song Shu's facial features are rather delicate, and her slender and petite figure after taking off her high heels makes her look very young even without any makeup.
As for her hairstyle, the styling team only gave her a soft and smooth effect. Her long black hair hung neatly behind her delicate ears, and was simply tied up with a light blue handkerchief, revealing her fair and beautiful oval face, and her slender, white neck with beautiful lines.
She was wearing a white sleeveless loose skirt. The upper part was fitted and waisted, showing off her beautiful body curves. The skirt spread out from the waistline into a flower shape, with a white background gradually dyed with a very light pink flower knot adorning the left side of her waist.
Further down, the slender and white calves seemed to be carefully carved out of two flawless pieces of mutton-fat jade, with the seductive curves extending all the way to the ankles and toes.
After the final makeup was done, the little girl holding Song Shu's hand couldn't help but stare at the girl in the mirror with sparkling eyes.
"The effect is much better than we imagined. If Miss Song goes out like this, she won't look like she's already 26 or 27 years old. She can be 10 years younger, right?"
The other members of the stylist team nearby nodded in agreement, and some couldn't help but whisper to each other.
Song Shu herself had no psychological barriers to age, but looking at herself in the mirror who seemed to have regressed to ten years ago, she felt a little embarrassed, "Is this too weird?"
"What's so strange about that!"
The little girl seemed to be afraid that she would reject this look, and quickly waved her hands to explain to Song Shu.
"Mr. Qin originally proposed the styling concept, but we were worried that it would be difficult to implement. Miss Song, you don't usually do professional styling, right? You may not understand this aspect, but in fact, women's styling tends to be younger, and the reason why this styling is rare is not because people are unwilling to do it, but because it is really difficult to control. If you are not careful, you will make things worse. Your makeup will look young but you will look old, which will definitely be a "car accident" scene. So with your temperament, you should dress in this style 365 days a year. I think even if I change you into a school uniform and let you sneak into the school directly, it won't be a big problem at all!"
"… "
Seeing the little girl dancing with excitement, Song Shu found it a little funny, "Did Qin Lou come up with this design request?"
"Yes," the little girl quickly agreed, and then turned back curiously, "Why, didn't Mr. Qin mention it to you?"
Song Shu shook his head.
The little girl thought hard for a few seconds, "Maybe I want to give you a surprise?"
Song Shu glanced at herself in the mirror again, who looked a little strange to her, and then smiled helplessly, "It's more like a shock."
"How could that be..."
The little girl pulled Song Shu aside to do the final touches of makeup while they chatted.
After waiting for another half an hour, Qin Lou finally appeared in this temporary styling room.
When he was led in front of Song Shu by the styling team and saw the girl sitting quietly in front of the mirror with her white legs slightly bent, Qin Lou's expression changed.
The little girl standing next to Song Shu was startled - after all, that didn't look like the way a normal person would express surprise or unexpectedness.
It's more like a kind of... desire addiction.
Song Shu was used to it.
Although Qin Lou rarely showed the lustful side of a madman that could easily scare people away in front of her, she had seen it before - more than ten years ago, in the old house of the Qin family when everyone was still there, on that New Year's Eve, she was pressed against the door of the side hall by the young man, watching him cover her mouth forcefully with bloodshot eyes, and then kiss the back of his own hand with his thin lips trembling slightly.
At that time, Song Shu already knew what kind of bottomless desire this madman had for her.
But after being separated for many years, he cherished her like fragile glass when they came back together, hiding any heavy emotions beneath the grievances and pity, never revealing them easily.
This glance today... was at most a momentary exposure of my true nature that I was unable to suppress.
Just as Song Shu had finished thinking this, Qin Lou suddenly came up to him, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him directly into the small changing room next to him.
With a "bang", the door of the compartment was slammed shut.
The team members in the temporary styling room suddenly came to their senses and looked at each other, with panic and confusion on their faces.
The little girl who was originally standing next to Song Shu was probably the one who suffered the greatest impact - after all, she had just stood so close to him, and when Qin Lou pulled Song Shu away, he almost brushed past her.
She clearly saw how the young man, who always appeared on the front pages of various financial magazines in a lazy posture, took off his usual wanton or careless smile, and even his cold white forehead had slightly bulged with pale blue veins, and "snatched" Song Shu away from her with his deep and suppressed, almost ferocious eyes and his extremely aggressive posture.
The little girl froze for several seconds before twisting her neck, "Should we call the police?"
"… "
The stylist team was speechless, and then they all looked at her with indescribable expressions.
"What nonsense is this child talking about?"
"Please keep your voice down. This is a temporary styling room, not our soundproof room. Everyone can hear it clearly inside. Do you want to be kicked out by President Qin?"
"That's right. People outside can hear what's going on inside. And I heard that Mr. Qin dotes on Miss Song to the core. If she asks him to risk his life, he probably won't even blink. If Miss Song is unwilling at all, he will definitely not be willing to do anything."
"What are you doing? You are just guessing what others have done. You are not allowed to drive without a license..."
"That's right, don't say anything nonsense, or you'll be locked out. But I really support this couple - they are much more real than some commercial couples in the entertainment industry. This is a real relationship without any water."
"The most important thing is to look good, right?"
"Ah, you found me."
"Bah, you're a face-hungry person."
"If you are not a face lover, then don't smile at the cubicle with an auntie's face. It's scary to look at."
"I... I was moved by their fairy-tale love. Their story is so touching. I even read it as a bedtime story."
"Hehe, me too..."
The sound in the modeling room was low and chaotic.
Through the thin door, Qin Lou pressed Song Shu with heavy breathing, pushing him against the corner of the locker room.
He half leaned down, and his hot breath brushed her neck and ears, with a temperature that was a little scorching in a trance.
Even though Song Shu was not surprised by what he would do, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at this moment. The girl's beautiful face without any emotion turned away slightly, trying to avoid Qin Lou's breath as much as possible.
She basically doesn't care about other people's views and opinions, but imagine that no matter how decent they look when they go out, those stylists will cast teasing and gossiping eyes on them, either overtly or covertly...
Song Shu couldn't help but speak, his voice was low and calm, just a little embarrassed and helpless.
"You are so shameful, Qin Lou."
Qin Lou naturally knew what she was referring to.
He raised his chin slightly, and his breath moved upwards a little, brushing across the girl's white earlobe, staining it with a little bright pink.
Qin Lou laughed, his voice hoarse: "Anyway, we're going to be misunderstood anyway, so why don't we just make it clear, this way at least it won't be unfair."
Song Shu was speechless for two seconds, with a bright red complexion on his face, "... Do you still remember what we came out to do today?"
“I forgot.”
Qin Lou deliberately put his lips close to her ears when he spoke, and his lips opened and closed almost as if he was kissing her. The low, suppressed laugh full of teasing desire seemed to be filled with densely packed little hooks, which passed through the eardrums and into every part of her body, making Song Shu so annoyed that she wanted to hide but there was nowhere to hide.
Qin Lou lowered his eyes slightly, and his dark pupils cast his gaze on the white and light pink flower knot on the girl's waist. His fingertips gently stroked the silk-like fabric.
"Seeing you like this," his eyes moved upward from her toes, brushing over every beautiful curve until they fell into her eyes. Qin Lou leaned over and smiled, "What else can I remember?... I can't remember anything."
Song Shu was helpless because of his teasing.
"If you delay any further, you might end up delaying the school anniversary ceremony. Who will be responsible then?"
"Of course you are responsible." Qin Lou lowered his head and kissed her lips from time to time. The deep desire in his eyes rose and fell, and his breathing was close and distant. "You seduced me."
Song Shu frowned slightly, and was a little dissatisfied. "This is the design you proposed."
"It's me."
"How can you blame me?"
"How do you think I remembered it?"
"… "
Facing the girl's slightly dazed eyes, Qin Lou felt that the desire in his heart was like ants and worms, gnawing at all the unbearable parts over and over again, driving him almost crazy.
But he also knew that the occasion was not right, so he could only endure it, and his voice became increasingly hoarse.
"After you called me that four times, in that tool shed, you don't remember what I said to you?"
Song Shu's eyes flickered as he remembered something, but his lips remained silent.
If it were normal, Qin Lou would probably still be reluctant, but just like that time, this moment was the peak of his emotions that were most difficult to suppress - the more Song Shu revealed her rare real emotions, the more he couldn't help wanting to express his desire, wanting to see the girl's indifferent and quiet shell broken by his words, revealing embarrassment or even shame and anger.
Qin Lou then let himself go. He kissed Song Shu's earlobe and repeated in a low voice: "I said it before. In a few years, you will wear a small white dress that pinches your waist, showing your slender white legs and having the most beautiful figure and face. A scum like me will only drag you into my car on a drunken night, rip off your skirt and bite your lips at the sound of a whistle—"
Qin Lou's voice suddenly stopped, and then he laughed, "Everything I said is right, except for one thing. You don't need alcohol or anything else, you just need to dress like this, stand in front of me, without saying a word or making any expression - I can't help it either."
Song Shu's face was already completely flushed, and she really refused to say a word.
She knew Qin Lou too well. She might be able to get away with it if she didn't say anything, but if she was really coaxed into talking by him, then tonight's school celebration ceremony would probably be canceled.
Qin Lou's teasing efforts failed to pry open his little clam shell. He could not help but lower his eyes with some regret, the emotion deep in his eyes was suppressed and slightly ferocious.
"You really won't give in?"
"..." Song Shu clenched his slightly sweaty palms and tried to look away with a blank face, "Not now."
Qin Lou insisted, "When can we have it?"
Song Shu pursed his lips again and refused to speak.
You can't eat clam meat without being ruthless.
A certain dark and deep emotion flashed across Qin Lou's eyes, and with that last bit of ruthlessness, he gritted his teeth, put his arms around the girl's waist, and suddenly turned her around and pushed her into the corner.
He pressed tightly against her back from behind, his fingers brushing over her thin shoulders and landing on the beautiful flower-shaped bow on her white loose skirt, then slowly pressing back against her.
At the same time, Qin Lou slowly leaned over and put his lips close to the girl's ear. His voice was hoarse and low, with a sense of urgency that left no room for retreat.
"If you won't tell me a specific time, then I'll prepare to eat now, little clam?"
"!"
Being forced to turn his back to that person and unable to see any expression on Qin Lou's face, Song Shu's eyes trembled slightly due to the unprecedented unfamiliar pressure.
She bit her lip nervously.
Qin Lou's eyes were gloomy, but he smiled.
"Ah, do you think I'm kidding?"
He leaned forward.
At a certain point, the girl's body trembled slightly and her voice trembled as well.
"To-tonight."
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