she caused the gods to fall

A message came from sqy: Mrs. Song, do you want to come back and watch the live version?

In the photo, Song Qingyan is in a swimming pool that is not very bright. The water is in the dark, but there is still a faint luster falling off, and the light is jagged.

The man was in the swimming pool, with black hair hanging down, black eyes staring straight ahead, thin red lips, and a sexy Adam's apple. Even though it was just through the photo, Shen Daiyi was burned by his eyes.

He was wet all over, and so was the white shirt, soaked, clinging to his tall and loose body, the curves of his abs were seductive.

It's not that kind of vulgar sexiness, that kind of artistic aesthetics blows your face.

Shen Daiyi stared at the photo for a long time, she wanted to print out the photo and hang it on the wall.

Gu Jiazhi took a sip of the cold beer: "What are you talking about, do you want to go home?"

Shen Daiyi said without thinking, "Go back."

……

Jingyuan Villa, Shen Daiyi rushed back without traffic jam and drank a little cold beer, she went directly to the outdoor swimming pool.

She simply missed Song Qingyan, and didn't come back because she was seduced by male sex.

Shen Daiyi said silently in her heart, she couldn't believe what she said silently.

She liked Song Qingyan's body so much that she wanted to keep it private, so it was only natural that she was hooked by him.

When she went to the pool, it was because the light was too dark, there was no movement in the pool, and she didn't find Song Qingyan.

What about the live version?

She didn't see anyone, so she was going to call Song Qingyan to question her.

There was a figure floating under the water, Shen Daiyi took a closer look, and then, a man emerged from the water, splashing water all over the ground, wet Shen Daiyi's high heels and skirt...

Then, when he came up from the swimming pool, the water droplets on his cold white skin rolled down from his Adam's apple all the way down his abdomen.

Song Qingyan asked: "Are you satisfied? Mrs. Song?"

The live-action live version is obviously more exciting than looking at photos...

He is right in front of you, within reach. .

Shen Daiyi didn't answer, she touched the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, then held his ring finger, and slowly climbed along the joints of his fingers, the meridians on the back of his hand, and the fingertips...

"Tonight is also to make me happy?"

"Mrs. Song, I miss you very much." Song Qingyan held her wrist, "So I used some tricks to make you happy and go home."

Shen Daiyi bent her lips: "It's not enough."

"Then how do you want to go home?"

"let me see."

Shen Daiyi saw that even though he was wet and sexy, he still revealed a sacred and inviolable appearance. She thought of something fun, so she took the man's hand, "Come with me."

Back in the bedroom, Song Qingyan took off his shirt and only wore a bath towel around his waist. He was wiping his body with the towel. He didn't know what fun little game Mrs. Song wanted to play.

I saw Shen Daiyi holding an eyeliner she often used, and then pushed him to the French window sill to sit down.

The moonlight was shining brightly, and the silver light swayed the earth.

"Mrs. Song is so poetic and picturesque tonight?"

Shen Daiyi licked her lips: "It's a beautiful day, wouldn't it be a waste not to do something?"

Really don't waste anything.

"As long as Mrs. Song is happy, I am happy to help."

With a slender eyeliner, Shen Daiyi first drew a butterfly on the back of Song Qingyan's hand.

Needless to say, the painting was lifelike, and the back of her hand was illuminated by the moonlight, as if a butterfly really stopped in her palm.

"There seems to be something missing."

However, Shen Daiyi was still not satisfied. She found a set of pens that could draw on the body, and she wanted to color the butterfly.

Soon, a dark blue butterfly became more obvious on the back of the man's cold white hand.

Shen Daiyi raised her eyes and smiled: "Song Qingyan, look, the little butterfly is perched on the back of your hand."

Song Qingyan's Adam's apple rolled.

What Shen Daiyi didn't know was how sweet these words sounded to him.

In his eyes, Little Butterfly is equal to Shen Daiyi.

Song Qingyan lifted her chin as if to kiss her.

"I drew it..." Before she finished speaking, Shen Daiyi tilted her head to prevent him from kissing: "I haven't finished the painting yet."

Song Qingyan said: "Your husband wants to kiss his little butterfly."

The moment the words fell, Shen Daiyi was captured by his words.

"Just a kiss."

"it is good."

Song Qingyan held her cheeks in both hands, and imprinted a kiss on her lips devoutly and tenderly.

The figure under the vast moonlight is the most beautiful scroll.

He seemed to love her more than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow.

……

Shen Daiyi didn't know what time she fell asleep. She had a dream. She dreamed of them when they were still in school, and of Pingjiang.

She was walking on the road, trying to catch up with the sleepy figure in front of her, when she suddenly woke up.

Shen Daiyi was still in the man's arms when she woke up.

The man was wearing nothing on his upper body, and her arms were around his waist.

"Mrs. Song, good morning."

"morning……"

She said: "I dreamed about us before, and suddenly wanted to go back to Pingjiang."

Qiuqiu's broken thoughts: Ladies and gentlemen, the publishing house of "The Fall" asked me to talk about publishing it today.