QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Danmei Painter x Male Frequency Editor-in-chief (7)

Suddenly Zhou Jinyuan was in a bad mood. He could hear the woman's words clearly on the phone, and now there was not much time left until three o'clock.

Even with the time to go to the airport and the time to pack her things, he only had one hour left to toss her.

Not enough, far from enough.

Seeing Song Tingyu and the woman on the phone talk more and more vigorously, Zhou Jinyuan frowned and attacked her unceremoniously.

The meat stick was rubbing back and forth in the tender nectar, and the soothing feeling of comfort was all over the body. Song Tingyu could not make any sound for a while, and could only grit his teeth to prevent the broken moan from showing.

But the gasping breath still traveled along the handset of the phone to the other side, and the phones on both sides became quiet at the same time.

The climax came too fast, and Su Shuang couldn't help but curled up with his toes. When Song Tingyu passed away, he really didn't want to talk to Zhou Jinyuan this time.

Damn, this man is sick, and she is about to give up. Ben also planned to say that this body is a little princess Teddy, who loves freedom without restraint, but now it proves that little princess Teddy has lost.

"...That...you shouldn't be masturbating..." The woman was a little messy in the wind. She always knew that her little ancestor was a restless master, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful.

Don't forget to masturbate when you call her... This can't be described as a blast. What is the state of desire and dissatisfaction?

Song Tingyu laughed angrily, her voice almost squeezed out of her teeth: "Am I that kind of person?"

"Um... are you watching pornography or sex?" If it is the former, it is okay, if it is the latter, her call seems to come at a somewhat wrong time, disturbing people's sexual life...

"Did I disturb you? You continue, I'll hang up first..." Which one might seem like she was hitting at an untimely time, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and the woman's cheeks were slightly red and ready to break Telephone.

Song Tingyu paused and rubbed her forehead: "Hang it up, I'll talk about it this afternoon."

The woman didn't hesitate at all, when she heard Song Tingyu's words, she immediately cut off the call.

Too much time has been lost in bed. After hanging up the phone, Song Tingyu rubbed her hair irritably and got up: "I heard it all. I'm leaving in the afternoon. I'll go and clean up."

She got up like an okay person, her legs were a little weak, and she went to the bathroom with a strong spirit.

When she came out of the shower, Zhou Jinyuan was already neatly dressed and sat on the big sofa in the living room. Although the hair is still a bit messy, and there is still the stubborn hair on his face that night, it is still noble and elegant.

She squinted at him and said, "Here, go wash."

Zhou Jinyuan raised her head with a calm face: "I'll take you to the airport in a while."

Song Tingyu suddenly smiled slyly, and sat on the man with a few quick steps: "Why can't you bear me?"

She was not a peaceful place, her fingers seemed to be playing a piece of music, and she used Zhou Jinyuan as a piano key, and if there was anything, she passed it like nothing.

Zhou Jinyuan confined her waist and looked at Song Tingyu with deep eyes, as if she was inquiring into her mind.

"You can think beautifully based on your previous performance!" Song Tingyu snorted and raised her head proudly without getting the answer she wanted.

Although she didn't have a good reputation, she didn't need to have such a reputation as her own.

It was the first time to tell others that I was having sex.

She tensed her waist, knelt and straightened her thighs, reached the floor with her calf, and pushed her big hand around her waist: "Go."

Zhou Jinyuan smiled sullenly, tucked her short hair: "I didn't do enough last night? Still want it?"

Where is this enough! Song Tingyu's mouth twitched slightly: "You always behaved too well last night, too powerful, so the little one can't bear it anymore. Can you always let me go?"

She was sorry for not drawing hundreds of small yellow pictures for him, and having sex with all kinds of men, just imagined that she felt comfortable.

In one night, Song Tingyu had enough thoughts.

There is no need to advance or retreat with Zhou Jinyuan, or indulge in lust. The veteran driver can already see through everything, and if he is showing off his head, he is hypocritical.

Show what you think it is, and the state of being cool and unrestrained is the best.

Without him, life would still go by. If you have him, you can have a new way of living.

"Give me all those little yellow pictures!" Zhou Jinyuan gently patted her little butt and whispered.

This time Song Tingyu came here because of this. The little girl's film is dirty and yellow. Those who paint well, but according to her temperament, she may make other tricks.

Song Tingyu raised her eyebrows, stopped flirting now, and suddenly stood on the edge of the sofa: "That's wrong with you, the person who slept with me, still has to take my paintings along."

"If you don't clean up, let's do it again." Zhou Jinyuan habitually pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his lost hand made him frown slightly.

Okay! See what this person can do and dare to threaten her with this.

Song Tingyu put her hands around her chest and said with a sharp glance: "It is the crime of rape to use violence, coercion or other means against a woman's will to forcibly have sexual intercourse with a woman, editor Zhou."