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 (14)

After confirming the relationship, Zhou Jinyuan and Song Tingyu's relationship grew by leaps and bounds.

As soon as the signing event was over, Song Tingyu was forced to move to his house by Zhou Jinyuan when he returned.

Two people are like walking aphrodisiacs. It would be uncomfortable if they didn't slap them a few times a day. Song Tingyu didn't need to go to work, and took up a small area every day to draw.

And Zhou Jinyuan tried his best to put her time at home, and would never go outside for things that can be solved at home.

It is also because he is the editor-in-chief, except for daily meetings, most of the other things can be solved with a computer.

In this way, the two seized the opportunity to enjoy estrus at home.

Cohabitation is the best way to test the difference in life between men and women.

Zhou Jinyuan has a habit of cleanliness, although it is only mild, but it is enough to make people headache.

Song Tingyu also likes to be clean on weekdays, but not to his level.

When I got home, I had to wash my hands and feet, and only after I got my hands and feet clean would I go to the side to rest. It's not just his own hygiene, even if Song Tingyu didn't go out, he was forced to wash his hands.

However, Zhou Jinyuan was still reasonable, so she couldn't argue with it.

Knows how to cook, understands fun, and loves cleanliness. He is very patient with Song Tingyu, not to mention the time spent in bed. She is simply a perfect lover.

Song Tingyu felt that her life was very hot, and she was lazy and didn't want to move after being taken care of by him on weekdays. But when he was a clean fetish, his heart was ready to be strangled to death.

"Are you right about Zhang Ailing?"

In the evening, the two of them went into the study after eating. Song Tingyu asked when Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhang Ailing's biography.

Zhou Jinyuan raised her head, pushed his glasses frame, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Tingyu's footsteps turned, and she dexterously came to him, licking his cheek with a kiss: "Lust Caution Preface."

Her fingers were like dancers, crawling down his long neck from her cheeks, her voice low.

"Academically speaking, it doesn't make sense." Zhou Jinyuan's throat moved and grabbed Song Tingyu's restless little hand. "But in a sense, it's right."

Song Tingyu raised her eyebrows: "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Zhou Jinyuan raised her head and chuckled: "Through the stomach, it reaches the man's heart."

Song Tingyu shook her head, ran her fingers across Zhou Jinyuan's lips, and said solemnly: "The last sentence. Through the vagina, it reaches the woman's heart."

"Because you are in my heart, so I think of your heart."

Naked words, speaking out her thoughts bluntly, is also like a confession.

Saying this to Zhou Jinyuan, Song Tingyu doesn't have to worry about him not understanding, this man is far more involved in books than her.

At this stage of flirting, you have to attack your heart.

Zhou Jinyuan understood, so naturally he took her body, let her sit on her lap, gently stroked her back, and said, "I thought you understood my mind."

Song Tingyu snorted softly and swayed in the air with her legs folded: "Can't we say something clear? Do you like me? If you like me, then I will go. If you don't like it, it won't take time."

If the bottleneck period is not passed, no matter how crazy sex is, it's useless.

"If you don't like it, you won't be wronged." He said, "Zhang Ailing also said that most men always like to have sex with the woman they love."

The corner of Song Tingyu's mouth raised: "Well, then accompany me to the banquet tomorrow."

"The one at the Dia Hotel?" Zhou Jinyuan said thoughtfully.

"You all know that, shouldn't you also go tomorrow?" Song Tingyu looked at him amusedly, not surprisingly, after all, as the editor in chief, it is normal for him to go to the banquet.

.......

Dia Hotel is brightly lit.

Song Tingyu wears a burgundy slender gown and steps on eight-centimeter high heels, graceful and calm.

This banquet is for some authors and illustrators. Song Tingyu is not only an illustrator, but also a hot-selling comic writer.

There are a lot of people toasting and toasting. Although it is only champagne and red wine, the degree is extremely low, but this body is not a drinker. After a few cups, the face becomes red.

Not only that, but his mind is getting more and more groggy, and he is quite drunk.

She looked around and stared at a man.

At this moment, the man's eyes turned towards her.

Unexpectedly, he met his eyes.

After Zhou Jinyuan paused, the woman's face was covered with red clouds, her big black eyes were dripping with water, as if she was wronged and waiting for him.

As pitiful as a little pet.

He was supposed to continue the pace of socializing ahead, but he paused for a few seconds before taking a step forward.

"Drunk?" He curled his eyebrows and looked at the champagne in her hand, unbelievable.

Song Tingyu shook her head: "No."

There were some people standing beside her, and many people who knew Zhou Jinyuan were surprised.

Although Song Tingyu replied, her answer did not reassure Zhou Jinyuan, and asked the people standing around: "How much did she drink?"

The people around him couldn't laugh or cry: "Four or five cups."

Drinking is just like drinking a drink, and because this champagne is generally not drunk if people drink it, they dare to be unscrupulous.
U

nexpectedly, Song Tingyu was drunk.