My singer girlfriend is super fierce.

After tiptoeing out of the room, Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment and did not turn off the light in his room.

Following the familiar direction, he found the door of Yu Caiwei's room and pushed it gently. Sure enough, the door was not locked and he entered smoothly.

In the room, there was a "whoosh" sound, and Yu Caiwei was blowing her hair.

Yu Caiwei turned her head and took a look, then handed over the hair dryer in her hand.

Ye Zhiqiu took it very naturally and helped Yu Caiwei blow her hair.

Yu Caiwei's hair was usually well maintained, and it was as black and smooth as the hair of the models in the shampoo advertisements on TV. If you don't pay attention, it will slip away if you grab it with your fingertips.

However, with Ye Zhiqiu's inexperienced and clumsy movements, it was blown a little messy, which added a bit of laziness.

"First time?" Yu Caiwei asked suddenly.

"No." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head. The wind direction was wrong, and the long hair on his fingertips was blown away.

It happened to block Yu Caiwei's expression.

Ye Zhiqiu quickly adjusted it slightly, and pulled back the hair that was stuck on Yu Caiwei's side face, and continued: "When I was a child, I responded to the call of the school's gratitude to parents activity and helped my mother wash her feet and blow dry her hair."

"But my mother disliked me halfway through and stopped me from blowing."

"...Oh." In a place where Ye Zhiqiu couldn't see, Yu Caiwei's slightly cold face faded, and she squinted again, enjoying the feeling of Ye Zhiqiu's big hands fiddling with her head.

After a while, Yu Caiwei, with her eyes closed, whispered: "From now on, you can only help me blow my hair."

"Hmm?" Ye Zhiqiu felt that he seemed to have found some feelings, and asked casually: "My mother can't do it either?"

"...No." At this time, Yu Caiwei opened her eyes and turned her head.

"Hey, don't move, it's almost tangled." Ye Zhiqiu said quickly.

"Can I?" Yu Caiwei was unmoved, and her eyes looked directly into Ye Zhiqiu's eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu stopped and said helplessly: "Even my mother can't do it, are you so overbearing?"

Yu Caiwei nodded, "I'll blow my aunt, but you can only blow me."

"Is it okay?"

Yu Caiwei asked again, as if she had to get the answer from Ye Zhiqiu.

"Okay, no problem."

It was not a big deal, Ye Zhiqiu agreed casually and said, "Turn your head and continue, there is still a small piece that hasn't been blown dry."

Yu Caiwei refused, raised her right hand, and said, "You promised, pinky promise."

Looking at Yu Caiwei's serious face of "never give up until the goal is achieved" and the white and tender fingers in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu was defeated.

"Okay, okay, pinky promise will not change for a hundred years."

Looking at the two people's fingers tightly hooked together, Yu Caiwei finally smiled with satisfaction, turned around obediently, and put on a posture of "continue".

After finally drying his long hair, Ye Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a little messy, he felt that it looked natural and still looked great.

In fact, the biggest credit was that she looked good...

Then, Yu Caiwei took the comb and combed it a few times, and her hair became smooth again.

Pulling Yu Caiwei up from her seat, Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Okay, can we 'practice the piano'?"

Yu Caiwei stretched out her hand to stop him and smiled, "Wait."

"How can I learn without music?"

Seeing that Yu Caiwei seemed to have prepared in advance and handed over paper and pen, Ye Zhiqiu was stunned.

Are you really learning piano at night?

Why not do something else...?

"No, Weiwei..." Ye Zhiqiu wanted to explain.

"What's wrong?" Yu Caiwei tilted her head and pretended to be puzzled, "Didn't we agree to teach you?"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu was speechless.

Yu Caiwei pulled Ye Zhiqiu over and pressed him on the chair in front of the desk without saying anything.

Ye Zhiqiu had no choice but to do as he was told.

In the back, watching Ye Zhiqiu concentrate on writing and drawing, a sly smile flashed in Yu Caiwei's eyes.

Yu Caiwei watched from the side. Ye Zhiqiu was writing and almost felt the urge, but who would have thought that Yu Caiwei would become restless again.

As Ye Zhiqiu was writing, Yu Caiwei's head popped out from her left shoulder, her eyes curiously looking at the paper, the faint warm breath of shampoo and body fragrance penetrated into her nostrils, smelling very good.

After looking for a while, perhaps feeling bored, Yu Caiwei shifted her gaze and stared straight at Ye Zhiqiu.

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu was writing non-stop and had no time to pay attention to the girl's gaze.

Being ignored, Yu Caiwei didn't care. After thinking for a while, she picked up a strand of hair and gently stroked it across Ye Zhiqiu's face.

She was only a little short of finishing the last bit, but the itchy feeling on her face interrupted her train of thought. Ye Zhiqiu raised his hand and gently pushed the hair away.

Yu Caiwei pouted in dissatisfaction. She was tired from standing bent over for a long time, but there was only one chair in the room. If she wanted to sit, she could only sit on the bed.

It happened that Ye Zhiqiu sawYe Zhiqiu's back, Yu Caiwei's eyes lit up, and she suddenly lay down, with the weight of her whole body on Ye Zhiqiu's back.

"Hey..."

The back suddenly felt heavy, and Ye Zhiqiu's body sank, and he quickly stabilized the pen in his hand.

The next moment, he felt the warmth and softness coming from his back.

Both of them were wearing light and smooth silk clothes, and the touch was very real when their bodies were close.

"Weiwei..." Ye Zhiqiu's voice was hoarse, "Don't make trouble... I'm almost done."

On his back, Yu Caiwei shook her head gently, and the hot and humid breath she exhaled hit Ye Zhiqiu's ears.

"I won't write anymore... Let's take the exam now..."

"Teacher Ye."

Damn! How can I bear this!

Ye Zhiqiu made up his mind, slapped the pen in his hand on the table, turned around and hugged each other.

"Hmm..."

I don't practice piano anymore, I practice vocal music - lung capacity exercises.

Ye Zhiqiu remembered a report he had accidentally read, a paper published in an international authoritative journal.

Even healthy people have no less than 50 billion resident bacteria in their mouths.

A kiss between lovers often exchanges up to 80 million bacteria, so...

Bacteria are smelly, why is Yu Caiwei's mouth sweet?

At this time, in another master suite in the villa.

It was not too late, and Yu Zhengdao and Liu Wenshu had not fallen asleep yet.

"Zhiqiu is on the news again?" Liu Wenshu said with a tablet, "Are they going to attend some music awards ceremony tonight..."

As she spoke, Liu Wenshu opened the news without reading the text content and directly opened the video.

It was a clip from the "Golden Song Award" ceremony.

"Huh?" Looking at it, Liu Wenshu exclaimed softly and pulled Yu Zhengdao who was holding a book.

"Old Yu, take a look. Is this young man the son of Xiao Qiang from our previous cooperative company?"

"I think his name is Xiao Yuancai? I haven't seen him for many years. Previously, Xiao Qiang secretly expressed his desire to propose marriage to us..."