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 (11) [Slight H]

Just thinking about calling and asking what was going on, the video invitation on the other side suddenly came again. He squinted his eyes and pressed it down slowly.

When the video opened again, the scenery was different. Song Tingyu was lying on the big bed, the distance became farther, and the whole big bed could be easily seen.

Song Tingyu looked at Zhou Jinyuan in the video with a smile, turned off her mobile phone, and replaced it with an iPad, with a large enough screen so that she could see herself and Zhou Jinyuan.

Fixed in this position, you can move another straight hand to do other things.

"Like me, I'll wait for you." She sat on the edge of the bed, raising her eyebrows.

The part becomes the whole, and it is more exciting.

Song Tingyu was not allowed to wait for a long time, and Zhou Jinyuan's side was quickly fixed like hers.

This is a contest, but also a provocation between men and women.

Song Tingyu took the lead, and she knew how to arouse Zhou Jinyuan's interest. Fingers are the most flexible performer. Two fingers are brought together. This time she separated her legs and inserted her little cunt in his sight without hesitation.

"Ha-um -" sighed contentedly, she lowered her head and twitched slowly, then said aggrieved: "I really want you."

Zhou Jinyuan silently looked at this beautiful scene and said in a dumb voice, "Why?"

Song Tingyu's hand didn't stop, she raised her head and stared at the camera: "It's too small, I like yours, it's big, it's rising."

"Like what it does in your body?" Zhou Jinyuan asked again.

"I like you to fuck me, okay?" She said, her fingers speeding up and her body shaking.

Zhou Jinyuan couldn't help it anymore, and moved frantically: "Honestly, you are not allowed to be so sloppy."

Song Tingyu giggled, squeezing her chest with one hand, her eyes were full of joy: "I'm going to show off, if you have the ability, you can kill me now!"

What you can see and what you can't touch is the most tempting.

Song Tingyu knows this well, so looking at Zhou Jinyuan's uncomfortable look now, it is particularly refreshing, whether it is in the heart or in the body, every cell is clamoring for comfort.

The video ended with Zhou Jinyuan's white muddy liquid sprayed on the towel. His gasping sound lingered in his ears, but Song Tingyu did not intend to continue listening.

"Good night, little brother." She said with a grin, and ended the video with a tap of her finger.

Zhou Jinyuan was silent on the other end. He looked up at the top of the wall, still holding the wet towel in his hand, thinking silently in his heart.

There is a subtle interest and a desire to conquer in his heart.

Perhaps this is a man's inferiority. When I meet a woman like Song Tingyu, I want her to surrender.

There was a fierce physical collision that night, and just when he thought she had conceded, she finally showed her pride.

She is not a woman who will be easily conquered.

And Zhou Jinyuan is a proud person, and when he meets a well-matched opponent, he won't let it go so easily.

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Early the next morning, Song Tingyu started the signing event non-stop.

On a whim, she suddenly had an idea.

Then he lowered his head and quickly drew an uncomplicated cartoon. This is already the instinct of this body, and it is easy to do.

Write a few words at the back and stuff them in a book at random while no one is paying attention.

No one thought that Song Tingyu would put things in her book, so everyone here didn't care about her, letting her walk back and forth.

The signing event started soon, and the whole situation was even more exciting than Song Tingyu had imagined.

To be honest, she knew that the sales of her books were very hot, but she did not expect that there would be so many people coming this time. And when the comics are published, many ambiguous and mischievous scenes are gone.

She thought that there were not many people coming to this signing event, but now it is completely contrary to what she expected.

More people come, which means that her task will be very heavy.

I don't know how many times I have signed my name. I laughed until my face was stiff, but it was still not over.

The staff around me had plans for this situation, so I made arrangements quickly. If you sign another fifty copies, you won’t sign it.

Seeing the last copy, Song Tingyu squeezed her hand slightly under the table, sighed lightly, and signed her name again.

He raised his head and prepared to smile and say thank you to the fans, the smile stalemate on his lips.

"Why are you here?" she asked after a pause.

The man in front of him was in suits and leather shoes, and was an elite group, but he was holding a cartoon of two men entangled in his hands, which was nondescript.

Hearing her question, the man said calmly: "Someone provoked me yesterday, so I came."

Damn, Song Tingyu's mouth twitched completely uncontrollably, isn't he going to go to this class? So idle?

Taking a deep breath, she suddenly found that the surrounding quiet was a little weird.

Song Tingyu paints BL, so the audience is all girls, and most of the people who come to the scene are also girls.

The man is handsome and tall, and the woman is petite and lovely. It is a good picture no matter how you look at it, let alone what the two people mean, there is something in the words.

The imagination of this one is very rich.

Although they like BL, this does not affect their love of handsome men and beautiful women.

Just like now, they have already made up an emotional drama in their minds, waiting eagerly for the two people to do something.

"Zhou Jinyuan, don't make trouble." It was just a meeting, Song Tingyu understood the wolf light of her fans.

Zhou Jinyuan smiled, and did not argue with Song Tingyu, and walked aside.