["Lie down!" He said softly, and he closed the door, and then the room was pitch black.]
After reading this paragraph, Yang Tong put his hand on the switch of the only light that was on, and adjusted the already dim light even darker.
After hearing this, Tang Wan slowly fell down on the sofa.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Tong continued to read: "She obediently obeyed and lay down on the blanket. Immediately afterwards, she felt his hands full of desire gently groping and stroking her body, looking for her face. His hands touched her face very tenderly, bringing her infinite tenderness and comfort, and finally he gently kissed her cheek."
While reading, his hand, as the book said, began to touch Tang Wan's thigh upwards, until it finally stopped on her face.
After a while, a kiss as light as a feather landed on Tang Wan's cheek.
Tang Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
I thought this guy abducted himself to force her, but in the end, he was planning to test her with literary works
…
After a while, the lights turned on a little bit.
At this time, Yang Tong put down the book and asked Tang Wan softly, "How do you feel? Do you understand what kind of role you want to play?"
Tang Wan looked at him in bewilderment after hearing this, and seemed to have recovered.
"Teacher Yang Tong..."
"My name is Yang Tong."
"Okay, Yang Tong, do I have to match this kind of thing? When you read it, don't you find it hard to say?" Tang Wan asked.
Yang Tong smiled slightly after hearing this, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes, under the dim light, shone with unknown meaning, "Why do you find it hard to say? Don't you think this type of literary work is very interesting to match? Do you want it?" Listen to some of the articles I originally wrote?"
Tang Wan froze for a moment, then nodded.
The next moment, Yang Tong got up and walked to the computer, and opened a file.
After a while, a deep male voice sounded in the darkness: "At the beginning, I was as happy as a feather. Liu Xie felt that he was holding a giant pen like a rafter, and was painting on a piece of white and soft Zuo Bo paper. The end of the pen The thick ink is full, and the juice splashes when you swipe it, leaving stains on the smooth paper. The edge of the paper is slightly rolled up shyly, as if to resist, but it is pressed straight and flattened by the long and hard pen barrel It moves freely, horizontal, vertical, horizontal, horizontal, back, and every stroke is so vigorous and powerful, piercing the back of the paper. But in the hearty writing, there is a tiny blur that is slowly expanding. This The halo was inconspicuous at first, but it gradually soaked through the entire paper, completely destroying this wonderful piece of calligraphy... "[from Three Kingdoms Secret]
Tang Wan:? ?
How the hell do you want me to take calligraphy seriously in the future? ! ! !
Stinking rogue!
shameless!
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After this segment was played, Yang Tong walked up to her and sat down again: "Do you like it?"
Tang Wan rubbed her arms, then nodded.
Seeing this, Yang Tong chuckled, and that laughter was particularly provocative in the silent night, and Tang Wan felt like his heartstrings were being plucked.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Tong stuffed the script into her hand and said, "Try again?"
Tang Wan nodded, then put on the headset, shook her lips with difficulty, and began to read.
After a while, Yang Tong shook his head at her, "The tone is too blunt and not soft enough, let's start again."
Tang Wan tightened her grip on the script, nodded, and started all over again.