Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Yan Huai, as No.1 in the afternoon game, has the priority to choose.

Seeing that Song Zhi was sleepy and had no interest in choosing a room at all, he directly picked up the rectangular room card on the far left, turned around and clasped Song Zhi's wrist, and bent over to pick him up and put him in his arms.

"Wow, can't wait?"

"Sisters, I'm going to take off my pants first."

"Exciting, I'm going to put on my headphones."

"I still have to accompany my mother to see the new and old uncles."

"A woman who lives alone has nothing to fear."

The familiar smell of Yan Huai's body came along Song Zhi's nostrils, the intimacy of being held in someone's arms, if you think about it carefully, you will still feel embarrassed.

Song Zhi put her arms around Yan Huai's neck, and pressed herself into his arms in a daze.Anyway, it wasn't the first time, Song Zhi could pretend not to know without opening his eyes, and Song Zhi immediately felt relieved.

"You still want to hug? Your face is so big."

"Some people are sour into lemonade."

"Who told someone to have a husband's favor!"

Song Zhi heard the sound of swiping the room card, and then entered a relatively dark environment.

Yan Huai supported the back of his head and put it lightly on the bed, his fingertips gently reciprocated along the brow bone, and the surrounding nerves jumped along the track, "Wait for me to take a shower."

Song Zhi replied in a daze, and buried her head in the pillow.A few minutes later, he heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom, and under the dim yellow light, Song Zhi opened his eyes.

This is a bedroom with simple decoration, no different from the style of ordinary hotels, with white sheets and broken wallpaper, and a crystal lamp in front of you.

Song Zhi didn't believe that the program team would find out with conscience, so he got up and rummaged through the daily tasks, opened the bedside table, and a white corrugated card caught his attention.

[Tonight's mission]: Romantic night for you.Remember to consume a whole box of "cute"!Otherwise, you can't sleep!

Song Zhi put down the white card and picked up the square box marked "cute" in the drawer.

The cool metal texture of the exquisite package was close to Song Zhi's fingertips, which woke him up instantly.

"Grass, the program team deserves to be you!"

"Kneel down to the director's father."

"The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, the program is really fragrant."

Song Zhi rubbed her eyes to confirm again and again, what kind of pervert is it that can come up with such a madness?Is the director an idiot?

Song Zhi firmly believed that the assignments for the room were wrong, so he hurried to the living room to look for the room card. The four large characters on the corner of the table hurt his eyes.

【Seven times a night】

With a heavy stone on his heart, Song Zhi went back to the bed in dejection, and opened the hard metal box of "cute".

A stack of silver-white packaged condoms abruptly appeared in front of my eyes.

Song Zhi took it out and counted, one, two, three, four, five, six...

Exactly seven, no more and no less.

"Program group = understand the king"

"14 for being unable to get out of bed?"

"Seven times a night is an open secret."

Song Zhi covered her face with regret, why did he say those nonsense, even if he made it up two or three times, he wouldn't be reduced to this level.

Retribution, it's all retribution.

Song Zhi gritted her teeth and cruelly tore open a packaging bag.

Yan Huai turned off the bathroom light and pushed the door out. He saw Song Zhi sitting on the edge of the bed with his back straight, his hands behind him and his eyes staring at him. Every organ was so tense that there was nowhere to put it.

But it was obvious that the person in front of him had a guilty conscience.

Yan Huai came over with a towel in his hand, "What's wrong?"

"No, no..." Song Zhi's eyes were full of panic, but she still tried her best to pretend that she didn't care.

"Report to husband, he did nothing good!"

"My husband, please bully him!!"

"Honey, he's not a good baby!"

Yan Huai moved his eyes to the left, there were several transparent balloons at the foot of the bed, but there were none before taking a bath, "Did you blow it?"

Song Zhi nodded, realized something was wrong and shook her head hastily, "No, I...not..."

"Report to husband, he is the one who blew it!"

"He bullied the cutie!"

"Song Zhi is shameless!"

"No?" Yan Huai raised his eyebrows, bent over and approached him, "Is it right to lie?"

Yan Huai was wearing a loose bathrobe, and the fabric on his chest drooped with inertia.Within Song Zhi's line of sight, the drops of water hanging from his chest were clearly visible.

Song Zhi's heart dropped feathers, and they flew in all directions.He avoided looking, rubbed his lower body and stepped back.

"Blow... blow..." Lying in front of Yan Huai is even more difficult for Song Zhi than going to heaven.

"Where did you blow it?" Yan Huai squeezed his chin, forcing Song Zhi to look at him.

The wind from the window sill scattered the pleated curtains, and the bath fragrance from Yan Huai's body was permeated in the air.

Song Zhi's head was empty, and the receiving system could not recognize Yan Huai's content.

The latter brought the tip of his nose close to the corner of Song Zhi's mouth, and asked with a seeming disbelief, "Did you change your taste?"

Song Zhi's capillaries constricted, and the hands behind her back moved back again.

"Husband, he deliberately pretended to be stupid!"

"Put him on the bed and punish him severely!"

Yan Huai raised his chin, and brushed his thumb across Song Zhi's glossy lips, the vanilla smell passed from the corner of his mouth to his fingertips, "Don't you like mint threads?"

"So he really likes mint threads?"

"Seven times a night with peppermint thread."

"Stimulate!"

Before it was Song Zhi's turn to react, Yan Huai reached into his back and took the "cute" that hadn't been blown into a balloon from the palm of his hand. Together with Song Zhi's anxious heart, he was dragged away by Yan Huai.

"Let you blow it, you've been discovered!"

"Hahaha he's such a genius."

"I'm not going to lie anymore."

"Or he's not good at acting."

Yan Huai took the "little cutie" who was dragged into a strip by him, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

The action completely failed, and Song Zhi was irritable, painful and annoyed. How could there be a person like him in the world, who likes to make things so bad with bad ideas?

Why is there no space-time escape technique in the universe? He wants to leave the earth every day.

"Go take a bath." Yan Huai couldn't guess his mood in his tone.

As long as she can disappear from here, she will still have the courage to continue to live. Song Zhi hurriedly put on her shoes and walked to the bathroom.

Song Zhi bowed her head and passed by Yan Huai, but the latter grabbed her wrist.

Yan Huai's eyes stopped on his glowing lips, and he sighed, "Remember to brush your teeth."

Song Zhi closed her eyes and nodded desperately, hurriedly got away from his palm, and ran away in the next second.

Yan Huai put the towel on the back of the seat, picked up a "balloon" that Song Zhi blew up, and it diffused some vanilla smell similar to his mouth.

Blowing six in one breath, no wonder my face is so red.

Little fool.

Song Zhizhi soaked until her skin wrinkled, and the hot water was changed several times.He looked at his watch and it was almost twelve o'clock, brother Yan Huai must be asleep now.

Now all he needs to do is push open the door secretly, and then run to bed without anyone noticing, and he's done.

Song Zhi came out of the bathtub and wiped her body twice indiscriminately.Worried about the loud noise of the hair dryer, I didn't dare to blow my hair, so I hurriedly put on my nightgown and tiptoed to the bathroom door.

He looked through the crack of the door, and it was pitch black outside.

The switch for the bathroom is installed on the outer wall, and Song Zhi reached out along the crack of the door to dim the lights.

He had just walked out of the bright environment and hadn't adapted to the darkness yet, so he had to move towards the bed in the dark.

Finally walking around the edge of the end of the bed, the next moment, the orange bedside lamp pierced Song Zhi's eyes.

"Done?" Yan Huai changed into a soft pajamas, with the top button undone wantonly.

Why would someone sit on the bed without turning on the light?

Song Zhi nodded stiffly, and was about to continue walking inside.

"Come here." Yan Huai hooked him.

Song Zhi's feet were heavy, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he changed direction and dragged his body to Yan Huai's side.

Yan Huai pressed him to the side of the bed, bowed his body to face the torture, and only wanted to die comfortably and decently.

Yan Huai took out a towel and covered Song Zhi's head, "If you don't dry it, you will get sick when you sleep."

"Oh." Song Zhi was slightly swayed by the hand rubbing her hair, and her mind was also light.

"Sit here and don't move."

Song Zhi nodded obediently.

Yan Huai got up and walked to the bathroom. Within a minute, he came out with a hair dryer in his hand.

The heat from the air outlet scorched Song Zhi's hair and the back of his neck. The warm and comfortable temperature made him close his eyes slightly.

"The hand that signed the billion-dollar contract helped him blow his head?"

"Maybe I helped him solve it!"

"You!! Can you be more harmonious!"

Not long after she felt comfortable, the noise of the hair dryer stopped, and Song Zhi was dizzy and didn't open her eyes.Ten seconds later, Yan Huai's voice came from behind his ear, "Should you change into pajamas?"

Song Zhi opened her eyes to scan the camera, but it was all covered.It seems a bit pretentious to go to the bathroom to change clothes under such circumstances. After all, they have been so intimate in the past few nights.

But in front of Yan Huai's brother, Song Zhi would still feel nervous and embarrassed.

"No, no need." The bathrobe on his body is made of pure cotton, which fits snugly and comfortably, and he can wear it to sleep.

Yan Huai didn't insist, and turned on the machine to continue drying his hair.

Song Zhi closed her eyes and was satisfied until the skin on her chest became slightly cold.

A voice came from behind, "Don't move."

Song Zhi glanced at it from the corner of her eye. When she came out, the bathrobe was tied up in a hurry, and the belt was casually tied around her waist. In addition, the material of the clothes was thin, so it could be easily blown away by the heat.

At this time, with the help of the hair dryer, the collar of the bathrobe gradually slipped from the neck to the shoulders.

Feng behind him was still conscientious and conscientious, brother Yan Huai didn't allow him to move, Song Zhi only dared to look at the naked chest from the corner of his eye.

The white is so dazzling.

Why didn't he change the bathrobe just now, even if the straps were tightened.

A few seconds later, the crumbling collar completely slipped from the back, all piled up around the waist, intertwined with the quilt beside the bed.

The hair dryer stopped, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could easily hear breathing and nervous heartbeat.A pair of hands stuck to his bare shoulders, and pressed lightly on them.

Song Zhi seemed to have lost her mind, but she could easily recognize the palm lines and familiar temperature.

The slipped pajamas returned to his shoulders in the opposite direction, and then, Yan Huai stretched out his hand from his waist, adjusted his position to help him wrap the bathrobe, and tied his belt skillfully.

The opponent's breath sprayed on his forehead, spreading along the skin texture to the whole body.Song Zhi was given high-concentration spirits, which made her throat burn and her mouth was dry with anxiety.

But spirits are addictive, and he still wants to drink.

Every inch of skin touched by Yan Huai carries his temperature and indescribable soreness and numbness, which is transmitted along the nerve line to the brain, and then spreads to the heart and circulates repeatedly.

His reflection system has long been disordered, and the received information has been backlogged in a large amount, turning the backlog into a ball.

Song Zhika didn't move at the original position, he looked directly at the crystal lamp in front of him, and as time went by, the light freely changed into different colors, each of which was brilliant enough to stun Song Zhi's mind.

Yan Huai pulled his hand away from his waist, gently stroking his hair, and a voice came from beside his ear, "Okay."

Song Zhi couldn't think clearly and his body became stiff, as if someone had acupuncture points, and he couldn't move at all.

He worked hard to get lucky, only to realize a more serious problem, his leg...

numb.

So numb that I couldn't move at all.

Life is not good, and the future is unpredictable.

The most frightening problem is that Brother Yan Huai still asked him without humor: "What's wrong?"

What's the matter, what else can it be?

It's when the person you like blows your hair and puts on clothes, but you don't dare to move because of nervousness and excitement, and your legs go numb.

Song Zhi wanted to close the door and think about his mistakes, and wanted to leave here, in short, he didn't want to be watched by Yan Huai's brother again.

He is really embarrassing.

The tingling feeling spread from the toes all the way to the thighs, and was still "incessantly enjoying it" rushing to the waist.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Song Zhi didn't answer, Yan Huai's eyes fell on his stiff right leg and his grim and painful expression, "Is your leg numb?"

Brother Yan Huai is good everywhere, but it is very painful not to save face for him at all.

Song Zhi turned her head away and put her arms on her eyes, and nodded in shame and annoyance.

The next second, the skin felt the touch of the palm, gently massaging along the calf, "Is it better?"

With the help of Yan Huai's brother, the numbness gradually disappeared, and the right leg began to regain consciousness.

When he was distracted, the other party's hands were already rubbing above his knees. If this went on, Song Zhi's life would be over.

"Okay, okay." Song Zhi's scalp turned numb at this moment, and he propped his elbows against the head of the bed, trying to move his hands away from his legs.

Yan Huai didn't give him a chance to escape, he wrapped his arms around his knees, and hugged him into the bed, "What are you hiding?"

The air of questioning sprayed directly above him, "Am I that scary?"

Song Zhi was pinned down with both hands, and she didn't even have the right to cover her face to avoid it.

He couldn't explain clearly, so he closed his eyes and shook his head desperately.

Yan Huai was no longer embarrassed, carefully helped him straighten his legs, and rubbed him gently for a while before letting him go.

Seeing that the other party hadn't moved, Song Zhi opened one eye and took a sneak peek, just in time to see Yan Huai's movement of helping him cover the bottom of his clothes.

When the most sensitive area encounters a cranky heart, Song Zhi thinks that she is a physically sound person, and she will have the most normal natural reaction when she meets someone she likes.

In particular, he had reason to believe that brother Yan Huai's hand touched there deliberately, even if it only stayed there for a second.

Yan Huai's gaze froze for a moment at the area under the belt, and then moved to Song Zhi's eyes.In Song Zhi's eyes, the ambiguous smile was a naked mockery.

He turned his head and rubbed himself into the pillow.

In a quiet space, you can easily feel the cramped breathing. Song Zhi hates Ning Ji Wu Sheng, and he wants a piece of explosive music.

Yan Huai turned off the round fabric lamp by the bed, turned around and helped Song Zhi cover the quilt.

The dim environment gave Song Zhi a sense of security, and various organs and tissues began to return to normal ranges. Song Zhi relaxed and closed her eyes to prepare for sleep.

The next moment, the heartbeat was close to his back, his waist was tightly wrapped by his arms, and the warm breath came to his ears, lingering in countless layers, tormenting him so that his whole body was transparent.

"Still so sensitive."

"There is a reaction when you touch it."

The author has something to say:

Song Zhi: I have exhausted my cuties, please give me a reward.

Director: You only played six.

Song Zhi: ...

You will never guess what a child can do when pushed.

Congratulations to the baby who chose [Seven times a night], will you send red envelopes later~