Make money do not disturb

One floor, two floors... seven floors, and—

"Hey, grinding, the one I told you about last time... Damn, what are you doing!"

Heiwei pushed open the door with a "slap", and the "card tower" on the desk immediately collapsed.

The grinding arm froze in mid-air, as if he couldn't believe it, his happiness just "snapped" away.

"Xiao Hei..." His eyebrows twitched, Mo Mo raised his head and said, "Didn't I tell you, remember to knock on the door when you come in."

From the moment we first met, he suddenly opened the door of his room with a volleyball in his hand, and now he broke into his office with a stack of project proposals in his arms.

My childhood has never changed in some respects.

"Wow, Grinding, do you already regard money as blank paper~" Heiwei ignored him, walked a few steps, bent down to pick up the dollar that fell on the ground and was folded into an arch, and asked shaking it between his fingers : "What are you doing, taking money in this 'tower of cards'?"

Grinding his bare feet, hooked up his slippers, got up and said, "Because I'm bored, and I have nothing to do."

"Where's Kuma-san?"

Seeing the other party stepped on and scattered the banknotes on the carpet, Heiwei couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his pulsating temples.

"Wei's words, it should be in the art museum now." Mo Mo put his hands in the pockets of his sweater and said, "No one at home is not used to it, and it's boring to come to the company."

A question mark above Heiwei's head: "So you've got a big brain hole and asked someone to bring a box of cash over?"

Grinding didn't feel that something was wrong, so he blinked his eyes: "Ah, can't you?"

Heiwei gritted his teeth, and said for a long time: "...OK."

And grinding to see him is the same reason.

In Heiwei Tielang's eyes, he went to dye his hair more conspicuously blond because he said "like Sadako" in high school, and now he builds a "card tower" with dollars because he thinks it's boring.

In some respects, my childhood has never changed.

Brainstorming, often out of boredom.As for his legal partner, Sakuma, of course, is not much better.

The next day, Lonely Claw House.

"Wei, what is this?"

A silver chain was tied around the neck, and a ring inlaid with an opal happened to be strung in it.

Sakuma Xingyan: "It's the ring I found at the gem shop yesterday~"

"Well, I know it's a ring." Playing with the ring, Grinding asked, "Why did you give me this all of a sudden."

Sakuma replied, "It's your birthday present~"

"But my birthday is over."

"Hey, that's a Valentine's Day gift for you."

"But Valentine's Day isn't here yet."

"Hey--grinding is so annoying, give a gift as a gift, how can there be so much attention!"

After several rebuttals, Sakuma became impatient, and finally made the final decision. He tapped the grinder on the opposite side and said, "In short, I just want to give it away. You must wear the grinder all the time, and you are not allowed to take it off!"

Grinding: "...ha." Why did you suddenly get mad, really——

Woman heart seabed needle.

The reason why Sakuma gave the ring is actually very simple.

Amber opals are rare, a symbol of luck, and are identical to grinded eyes.

It's just that she said she wouldn't let the grinder pick it off, but she didn't expect that the person who "surrendered" in the end was actually herself.

"Ah, it really doesn't work!" Sakuma pushed the grinder away, sat up suddenly from the bed, and covered his eyes.

"Hey, what can't work." Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Momo asked doubtfully.

"...eyes." A muffled voice came from between the fingertips.

Sakuma said: "That opal is so like a grinding eye, I always feel that I am being stared at by three eyes, it is... so shameful..."

"Really." Momo nodded, thought for a while and said, "If not, then cover your eyes."

Sakuma was startled: "Huh?"

"Well, let me tell you." Grinding said lightly, "Blindfold your eyes and do it, then there will be no problem."

Lone Claw Grinding is a logical genius, Sakuma can't remember how many times he has been fooled.

Inserting her slender fingers into the hair, she pulled the silk scarf tied at the end of the ponytail little by little, and finally tied her eyes in a knot behind her head.

Grinding held her hand and said, "Wei, sit up."

Sakuma fumbled hard, and climbed up with red ears: "Grinding, you mean this...is that so?"

"Yes, that's right," Grind said.

In a trance, her thinking began to dull, and she was like a pitiful puppy who could only be manipulated by others.

Grinding and playing with Sakuma's broken hair hanging on his chest, looking at his clumsy appearance with interest.

The sound of water echoed in the room, like a child patting the water with his palm.

After several struggles, Sakuma leaned on Grinder's shoulder and buried his head into the opponent's neck: "I...I can't move...I'm so tired from Grinding..."

"Really, you are tired so quickly." Grinding laughed softly.

Sakuma lost his temper: "You...you still have the face to call me...you are not lazy...ah!"

His body trembled, and the sound of begging for mercy could not help leaking from his mouth.

It is said that cats will play with their prey until they are exhausted before hunting. They are not to fill their stomachs, but to enjoy the pleasure of watching their struggle.

"Grinding..."

The cat's claws imprisoned around her waist were loosened, and Sakuma's body softened, and she lay back. She stretched out her hands in the air, whimpering and calling someone's name.

"Well, I'm here." Grinding bent down|, interlocking her fingers.

Sakuma shrugged his nose: "Silk... silk scarf, but... can I take it off?"

"Sorry, not yet."

"Ah...how are you...so..." Sakuma tried to pull the square scarf, but as soon as he raised his hand, his wrists were imprisoned.

The knotted silk and satin kept rubbing against the rush-made tatami, and after an unknown amount of time, it slowly slipped from the eyelids with a "squeak".

Sakuma opened his eyes, and the opal on the necklace was staring at him intently.

As if, like those amber cat eyes, she wanted to swallow herself up with a smile like a little devil in the endless night.

The author has something to say: 0v0 update. ooc is mine, it's all over, let me let myself go.

To reviewer: There is no intimate description below the neck, and there is no even a kiss. This is a pure love novel, please let me go, thank you (hands up in surrender)