Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

After Song Guo knew that his lover Fei Yuan was the Great Abyss, he began to urge him for updates openly.

What is it like to catch up with your favorite author? ! Little Squirrel Song Guo tells you, it’s awesome!

Under normal circumstances, even praying to gods might not necessarily make the author update a chapter, but now, as long as Song Guo acts coquettishly, adding more chapters is not a problem.

Song Guo looked at his lover who was typing diligently, feeling very excited.

Fei Yuan, who felt like a thorn in his side, felt pressured instantly. Having a beloved book fan was sometimes a sweet burden, and wanting to stop writing was a luxury.

The carefree author's life of the past is gone forever.

Fei Yuan looked at the few words typed on the computer screen and sighed helplessly. It was really frustrating. He was stuck and couldn't think of anything. It was really a headache.

I really want to take a day off.

Fei Yuan thought of Guoguo's crying and aggrieved expression again. It was impossible to stop updating. If it was stopped, Guoguo would definitely faint in the toilet from crying.

Fei Yuan didn't like Guoguo crying. Whenever Guoguo cried, his heart would aches.

Of course, there is one exception! A dark light flashed in Fei Yuan's dark eyes. He had worked so hard to write the article for so long, so it wouldn't be too much to ask for some compensation?! Fei Yuan felt his throat become dry and his body gradually became hot.

Song Guo also noticed the gaze of his lover, put down the phone in his hand, tilted his head and asked: "Brother Fei Yuan, what's wrong?" Why is A Yuan staring at him? ! Is there something on his face? Song Guo couldn't help but touch his face, nothing, nothing.

Fei Yuan stretched out his hand and waved gently.

Song Guo blinked, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, but she still walked towards her lover Fei Yuan obediently.

He didn't know that he was walking step by step into the trap set by Fei Yuan, just like a lamb jumping into the mouth of a tiger.

Fei Yuan's face was as handsome as if it had been carved by a knife and an axe. The corners of his mouth were raised with a charming smile, and his eyes emanated a gentle light like the deep sea, which was intoxicating.

However, in those deep eyes, there was a hint of danger hidden, like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, waiting for the best opportunity to attack.

Song Guo's skin is as white as snow, delicate and smooth, and his delicate facial features are like sculptures, especially his big eyes that are as bright as grapes, sparkling with clear light. He looks like a pampered little prince in the castle, innocent and cute.

"Brother Fei Yuan...ah!" Song Guo was caught off guard and hugged tightly by Fei Yuan and placed on the table.

His face instantly showed a look of astonishment, his mind went blank, and he didn't even have time to react. At this moment, Fei Yuan's sexy lips quickly pressed against his slightly opened lips.

Song Guo was somewhat intoxicated by the strong scent of male hormones emanating from her lover Fei Yuan. She seemed to have lost her strength and slumped down on the table.

The lover's kiss became deeper and deeper, with a hint of dominance and strong possessiveness, which made Song Guo feel overwhelmed.

Song Guo subconsciously wanted to push away her lover Fei Yuan, but she found that her body had become soft and weak, unable to resist her lover's kiss.

Fei Yuan hugged Song Guo's waist tightly, pulled him close to himself, and deepened the kiss. Song Guo's breathing gradually became rapid and his heartbeat began to speed up.

Afraid of falling, Song Guo could only grab the clothes of her lover Fei Yuan with her soft hands, like a person falling into the sea grabbing the only piece of driftwood.

Song Guo's eyes were hollow and lifeless, filled with a misty fog. There was a faint blush at the corners of her eyes and two shy blushes appeared on her face. She stared at her beloved with obsession.

His soft lips were gently caressed by his lover's thumb, feeling the delicacy and warmth. His lover's deep and mysterious gaze made Song Guo lower his head shyly, not daring to look directly into Fei Yuan's aggressive eyes.

He tried to escape, but he couldn't.

Fei Yuan's big hand tightly grasped Song Guo's soft neck, firmly and domineeringly, not allowing any resistance.

Song Guo was forced to raise his head, his sweet breath was ruthlessly robbed, and crystal tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, as if it was being roasted by flames.

The air was filled with a hot breath that made it hard to breathe.

Song Guo's body gradually lost strength. His slender fingers struggled to cling to his lover's broad shoulders covered with a layer of wet sweat, and it seemed that they might slip off at any time.

The fingertips curled up slightly, as if shy, and a charming pink hue appeared, just like a blooming peach blossom.

Song Guo's slender and straight calves were tense due to the overly intense stimulation, forming a flexible arc like a bowstring.

His toes were curled tightly together, like a rose that was forced to close.

The joints gradually became tinged with a charming rose-red, and the originally snow-white skin was also stained with a layer of bright dew, just like an exquisite pastry steaming under high temperature, exuding an attractive aroma and luster, making people salivate.

This extreme beauty is fascinating, but at the same time there is an indescribable sense of fragility, as if it would break with the slightest touch.

Song Guo's body was trembling slightly, like a wounded bird that needed care and comfort.

However, it is this interweaving of fragility and tenacity that makes him even more lovable.

His every movement and every expression is full of endless temptation, making people irresistible.

His eyes were sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, revealing his deep emotions.

His lips parted slightly and he breathed slightly, as if telling a secret.

This scene is like a beautiful painting, showing Song Guo's charm to the fullest...

Tiny sobs occasionally escaped from the room, accompanied by gentle coaxing.

After a storm.

Fei Yuan's strong back was covered with scratches from the fruit brand.

Song Guo had already fallen asleep, with his delicate little face buried in the pillow and the tip of his nose slightly red, like a wounded deer.

The lips are slightly open, with an alluring red color, and the pink lips look particularly delicate and tempting at this moment, making people want to kiss them.

His body was slightly curled up, revealing his fair skin and slender collarbone. His black and shiny curly hair spread out and gently brushed against his delicate cheeks, adding a touch of softness.

The most eye-catching thing is Song Guo's exposed arms.

The slender arms are dotted with red plum blossoms in an orderly manner, like a beautiful painting.

These red plum blossoms are lifelike, as if they were real flowers blooming on her skin, exuding a charming fragrance.

Some are big, some are small, some are dark, some are light, and each has a unique shape and color, embellishing his arms like a poem.

Fei Yuan, the original author of Hongmei, nodded with satisfaction, then happily turned on his computer and left a message in the author's message of his own novel: I have something to do, so I won't update!