Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

The last question was over. Yan Huai heard a sound similar to opening a door. He took off his VR glasses, leaving a gap in the white secret door in front of his sight.

A mechanical female voice came from the space, "If you want to get him, you have to work hard."

"Your him is waiting for you at the end, from head to toe he looks like you love."

Yan Huai has never liked this kind of children's tricks, whether it is participating in the game or standing here, everything is just to make Song Zhi happy.

But 10 minutes ago, when Song Zhi, who randomly selected entries, appeared in front of him, he admitted that he was confused by the fictional picture.

He wanted to get the people in the picture, even when Song Zhi was still young.

Yan Huai pushed the door open, and there were more than a dozen layers of transparent glass doors neatly arranged in the classroom-sized room.There are different types of padlocks on the door, and each lock has a different encryption method. There are various problems such as Sudoku, calculus, and Morse code that take time to solve.

Even though he knew it was a farce, Yan Huai lost himself at this moment.

Even in the heat of anxiety, he can still keep a clear head.The topic was easy for Yan Huai, but the high-intensity calculation also took him a lot of time.

The last lock was unlocked, and Yan Huai pushed open the door.

This is an ordinary suite, and there is nothing unusual about the space of more than ten square meters.There is a lavender aromatherapy lamp on the bedside, the room is filled with the mixed smell of flowers and lime, the temperature of the air conditioner is low, the solid-colored sheets are laid evenly, and there seems to be no sign of anyone coming.

According to the arrow prompt, Yan Huai opened the closet, and there was a dark high-end suit hanging inside, which was no different from what he wore at work.

Yan Huai put on his clothes with ease, stood in front of the glass mirror and put on a tie, his eyes were attracted by a line of small words pasted on it.

【Your lover is waiting for you in the bathroom. 】

Yan Huai turned and walked to the bathroom, the sound of rushing water and the smell of damp lime could be heard from the closed door.

He tightened his tie, turned off the cold air conditioner in the room, pressed his hand on the cold metal doorknob, and pushed it open——

In the charming and soft bathroom, there is only a purple floor lamp on at the corner. With the help of the faint cold light, Yan Huai's sight stops somewhere.

The half-drenched white bathtub was still steaming.

Song Zhi's face was blurred, her cheeks were flushed, and she was wearing a white shirt and leaning against the bathtub.The hem of the clothes can just cover the thighs, but the lower body area is looming due to the soaking.

Yan Huai took a deep breath and let it out slowly.He walked up to Song Zhi who was half asleep, put one hand on the bathtub wall, and slid his fingertips in from the side of his neck.

"Drinking?" Yan Huai was moved but also worried.

The alcohol smell from Song Zhi's breath could be faintly smelled around.

"Yeah." Song Zhi's whole body was limp, too sleepy to open her eyes, and she rubbed her face along the palm of his hand.

"Didn't it be good to drink?"

"I think you like it." Song Zhi's voice was soft, and her fingertips with water droplets stuck to the back of Yan Huai's hand.

It made Yan Huai's breathing tremble along with his heart.

"Do you like it?" Song Zhi's white knee slipped out of the water.

"I like it." Yan Huai pinched the bridge of his nose, deliberately controlling his emotions.

"The clothes are so big, I look ugly." The translucent collar was pulled away by Song Zhi, revealing a small part of her chest and one side of her collarbone, alluring and eye-catching under the cold light.

Yan Huai noticed that the shirt was indeed his clothes.

But the little fool didn't know.

Song Zhi changed her posture, and the other leg emerged from the water, together with the shadowy lower body.

"Have you finished washing?" Yan Huai stretched his hand into the bathtub, the water temperature was a bit cold.

Song Zhi rubbed her head, and slid into the water against the bathtub wall, "I'm so tired, I don't want to move."

"Hey, my husband will hug you to sleep."

Yan Huai took out two bath towels, wrapped Song Zhi up, took them out of the bathtub, and carefully put them on the sofa to dry them.

He put his hand on Song Zhi's wet shirt, "I'll help you change."

"But...will be seen." Song Zhi put her arms around his neck and buried him, "Shy."

"Fool, I haven't seen where you are." Yu Xi grouped up the meat.

"Oh." The cool tip of his nose rubbed up against his Adam's apple.

Yan Huai let go of his hands from his neck and lightly placed them on both sides of his body.

Under the background of the aromatherapy lamp, the buttons were undone one by one, and the pale skin was particularly dazzling in the purple light.

Yan Huai's palm slid up a few centimeters along the skin texture, and then pinched his waist.

"Um... don't..." The sensitive body lying on the sofa trembled.

"Too thin." Worried that he was cold, Yan Huai pulled out a dry bath towel and covered Song Zhi's body, "Do you think I didn't take good care of you?"

"No." Song Zhi squeezed Yan Huai's shirt collar, "Why... only I change it."

"You can help me too." Yan Huai raised his eyebrows, and his voice fell into Song Zhi's right ear, "Which one do you want to take off first?"

"Tie." Song Zhi rubbed her itchy ears, lowering her head.

"it is good."

After getting approval, Song Zhi slid from the neckline to the tie, his hands were weak due to drunkenness, but it was enough to close the distance between them.

Yan Huai propped his hands on both sides of the soft sofa, and the hot air sprayed on the corners of Song Zhi's mouth.

The latter's index finger was stuck on the tie button, and the corners of his mouth were vaguely looking for the source of the breath.

"Want to kiss me?"

Yan Huai's blunt question woke up the chaotic Song Zhi, but he didn't reply, but his hand tightly held on to the tie.

"If you want to kiss, you can do it yourself."

The moment of sobriety was submerged in an instant, Song Zhi raised her jaw in the direction of pulling until her lips touched the long-awaited softness.

Pulled together, the tie slides to the brown striped floor with gravity.

Yan Huai still had a white shirt left, Song Zhi focused on the button closest to the neckline, tried hard for a long time but made no progress.

Yan Huai helped him fiddle with the broken hair covering his eyelashes, "Do you need help?"

"No." Song Zhi's rebellious heart and buttons formed a bridge, and after a lot of hard work, she finally took it off, and the wrinkled shirt slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.

"It's my turn?" Yan Huai half-kneeled on the sofa.

"No more." Song Zhi put her arms around Yan Huai's neck, her voice could not hide his shyness and embarrassment.

"There is one more thing." Yan Huai hooked his fingertips on the edge of the waist and abdomen, and the underwear came off along the two ankles one by one.

Feeling the fiery eyes, Song Zhi subconsciously tightened her legs and turned her head, "You, don't look..."

"Okay, don't look." Yan Huai picked him up by the waist, and Song Zhi, who was hanging in the air, pressed into his arms, and half of the bath towel covering his body slipped out accidentally.

"Don't you want to change into pajamas?" Song Zhi rubbed her bare shoulder.

Yan Huai put the person into the double bed, took off the bath towel and wrapped it in the quilt, "No, I have to take it off when I put it on."

Song Zhi curled up, her teeth hit her lower lip, "Then... what should I do?"

"Thought it?" Yan Huai pressed against his ear and exhaled.

Song Zhi buried her head in the quilt, "I don't know."

Yan Huai pulled off the quilt and lay beside him, kissing his knuckles, "Good night."

Song Zhi withdrew the finger that was kissed, poked her head halfway out of the bed, and her eyes fell on Yan Huai, "Aren't you going to do it?"

"No."

"Why?" Song Zhi bent her calf, and her knee was just on the lower side of Yan Huai's lower abdomen.

Yan Huai straightened his knee, "I don't want to take advantage of others when you're drunk."

"But..." Song Zhi leaned over and bent her legs again, "Can I help you?"

"Help me?" Yan Huai lifted his chin and slid his lower body between his knees, "Will you?"

Song Zhi thought for a while in a daze, then seriously shook her head.

Yan Huai pressed him on the bed, pressed Song Zhi's bent knee, and slid up her thigh, "I'll teach you only once."

He could feel Song Zhi's smooth skin trembling with the trajectory of his movements.

"Hmm, no." The sensitive Song Zhi curled up and pushed Yan Huai away.

"Don't move." Yan Huai pushed him back the same way, the air conditioner was not turned on, and the room was getting hotter and hotter.

Yan Huai tore off the corner of the quilt, put his knees against Song Zhi's lower body, and turned clockwise twice, the hot wet feeling spread along his knees.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." Song Zhi clenched her lips, and Yan Huai broke her legs that were desperately close together again.

Yan Huai held down his inner thigh with one hand, and his fingertips slid gently on the firm head.

"Hmm..." Accompanied by the faint touch, Song Zhi's whole body went numb, and she had to breathe desperately to supply the oxygen needed by her brain.

"I... um, I can't, um..." Song Zhi couldn't take Yan Huai's hand away, so she hugged the pillow and twisted her body desperately to beg for mercy.

"I haven't started yet, so you can't do it?" Yan Huai's palm could clearly feel the bulging blood vessel lines in his lower body, accompanied by a rapidly increasing heart rate, "Do you still want to learn?"

The rapid breathing melted into the feather pillow, Song Zhi bit her sore lip, and tried to force it out from between her teeth, "Mmm... learn from..."

As Yan Huai's speed slowed down, Song Zhi gradually accepted the other's gentle touch.

Yan Huai pulled away the feather pillow on his head, and a cool kiss moved upwards along his hot skin.Waist and abdomen, chest, collarbone, ears, all the way to the corner of the mouth.

The tip of his wet tongue slid around his lips, "Are you ready?"

Song Zhi, who didn't know why, nodded along with the other person's words, and still wanted to find the tip of her tongue.

"Ummmmmmmmmm"

In the next second, Song Zhi's whole body stiffened, and the familiar hot and humid sensation flooded her lower body.

The hot avatar is wrapped, layer by layer, slides from bottom to top along the track of the shape, and finally stops at the most sensitive tip to reciprocate.

Song Zhi, who was extremely excited, seemed to be sucked out of his soul, until the last moment, his whole body went limp, and he fell into a warm embrace.

The air was lingering with a salty smell that made him ashamed, Song Zhi's lower body was sticky, and she pushed her into the opponent's arms with all her strength.

"Good boy, my husband will wash you up." Yan Huai's voice was dependent and gentle.

Song Zhi curled up and pressed against his chest and shook her head, "No."

"Okay, if you don't go, you won't go." Yan Huai took him out of his arms and helped him cover his upper body.

Song Zhi heard the sound of the plastic package being torn, it was brother Yan Huai who was cleaning it for him, the cold feeling made him sober and psychedelic.

Feeling that the other party had completed the operation, Song Zhi gritted her teeth and pressed Yan Huai on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Yan Huai didn't push him away, but obviously he couldn't predict his behavior.

"Help you." Song Zhi sat under him with her legs together.

Yan Huai couldn't laugh or cry, "It's late, next time."

Song Zhi became more and more unconvinced as if being underestimated or ridiculed.Following Yan Huai's example just now, he pushed the man back to the bed with all his strength, bent down and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Hmm..." The oversized size filled Song Zhi's mouth, and he was suddenly in a dilemma.

"Be gentle." Yan Huai was caught off guard by his sudden attack, "It's you who will suffer if you break it."

"Hmm..." Song Zhi still had his mouth in his mouth, his dizzy head trying to recall the method he had learned before, he covered the stem with his hands, and exerted all his strength.

"Hiss..." Yan Huai's veins tensed up in pain, "It's sucking, not biting."

Realizing the mistake, Song Zhi hurriedly let go of her teeth, but she still held them in her mouth and nodded.

The head of the opponent's avatar rested on the palate, and Song Zhi exerted strength again—Yan Huai took the initiative to get out of Song Zhi's mouth, grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the pillow, covered him with the quilt and put him in his arms, "Enough, sleep .”

Song Zhi still didn't want to finish it, she licked her lips, "Don't do it?"

"No." Yan Huai's tone was fierce and firm.

"Why?" Although Song Zhi's mouth was slightly sour, but he hadn't touched it enough, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Very...uncomfortable." Yan Huai seemed to be still angry, his face was cold and smelly, "I will teach you well in the future."

Yan Huai put his palm on his lower back, and kissed Song Zhi's sour mouth, "Good night, my little idiot."

Sunlight penetrated into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the arched corner of the quilt.

The cold wind blew on Song Zhi's shoulders, he felt cold, and leaned in along the direction of the stove.

After a moment of relaxation, Song Zhi dimly opened her eyes and found herself lying on a spacious double bed.

Relying on the breath in his ears and the touch on his body, he jerked his head and quietly lifted the quilt to look inside.

After the expected cardiac arrest, Song Zhi slowed down her breathing, trying not to disturb the sleeping person.By the way, self-consolation, anyway, it is not the first time to be "naked", so there is no fuss.

After her mentality eased, Song Zhi began to wonder what was going on with Yan Huai's brother.

He held his breath, moved lightly to the edge of the quilt, and carefully opened the other side.But it was too dark inside to see clearly, so he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and opened it again.

Before seeing anything, the hand was held first.

Song Zhi was mercilessly pushed to the bed board, and forced to press on the bed.

Yan Huai's voice was still a little hoarse, "What do you want to see?"

Song Zhi thought it was a great question to ask, but in broad daylight, the flowers, grass, dogs, and birds outside were all watching, so why don't you think about his feelings first?

Yan Huai got close and his skin was attached to his body. Now he didn't even need to look, he could figure out what was going on.

Song Zhi didn't dare to move her position, so she pulled out the pillow and covered her head, "I didn't, I didn't..."

As long as I can't see, I can pretend nothing happened.

He desperately recalled the plot of last night, but due to drunken memory loss, he could only find a few fragmented pictures intermittently.

In my impression, he seemed to insist on helping brother Yan Huai?And because he didn't know much, he was taught by brother Yan Huai how to do that?

It's good to teach, and it's cool. After that, he still wants to use what he has learned. How can he help others by practicing it himself?

The main problem is that he is still clumsy, so angry that Brother Yan Huai will not allow him to do this or that?

Later, he really couldn't remember whether he was like or like Yan Huai's brother in the end.

And this matter is not the most important thing to him, the troublesome question is how he should end now.

Things like that are sticking to his legs, he is a normal person, can he get through the ups and downs of life?

Life is so hard, why make it harder for this kind of thing!

"What, you want to help me again?" Yan Huai deliberately lowered his voice and pressed it close to Song Zhi's ear, and the sudden approach of his body made the tactile sensation of the area clearer.

Song Zhi was devastated to the point of scorching, he pulled out the pillow to cover his face, as if begging for mercy, "I, no, yes..."

"Song Zhi, your skills are really poor."

"!!!"

As if receiving a high-intensity electric shock, Song Zhi pushed Yan Huai off his body unconditionally, and shivered panickedly under the quilt.

Why does he want to be a human being, can't he be a flower without thinking?Even being a bed sheet is better than waiting to die here.

Why do you want to say it directly, is it his fault for poor technology?

It seems to be true.

so stupid.

Yan Huai's laughter lasted for a long time before it stopped, and the pillow on Song Zhi's head was forcibly pulled away.

Yan Huai regained his composure, "Get up."

Song Zhi pulled her head under the quilt again, only revealing one eye to peek through the gap.

Yan Huai got off the bed with his back bare and changed his clothes with his back turned.

Song Zhi sat up from the bed, and suddenly remembered that the situation in his quilt was terrible, so he hurried back to wrap it up tightly.

He wasn't embarrassed, he was just afraid of the cold and didn't want to come out. It's all because Brother Yan Huai insisted on turning the air conditioner down so low that he had to wear a quilt to change clothes.

Song Zhi hugged a ball of quilt and moved to the closet, Yan Huai put on his pants, turned around and met his eyes.

Song Zhi was so frightened that she immediately lay back on the bed and continued to pretend to be dead. It was too cold, so I will sleep again.

As long as I pretend I don't see it, the whole world can't see me.

Song Zhi heard slightly moving footsteps and was dragged away by someone, "I'm going to prepare breakfast."

Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, Song Zhi lifted the quilt and turned over, his clothes were neatly placed beside the bed, from underwear to socks, they were complete.

After breakfast, the two gathered according to the schedule set by the program group.

Today, the two of them were the most active guests downstairs, and Song Zhi was leaning on the sofa to play games.About 10 minutes later, Zhang Lun and Xue Wen walked downstairs.

Song Zhi took back the phone, her eyes rested on Zhang Lun's neck and chin, and she pulled the corners of her mouth in disgust.

You have the nerve to say that you yourself are worse than me.I only have two at most, and your one is almost suffering from trypophobia.

Xue Wen was standing next to Zhang Lun with a box of concealer, patiently helping him cover the marks on his neck.

"Hiding marks on the camera?"

"I'm afraid we don't know?"

"Haha, they probably haven't woken up yet."

Song Zhi saw with her own eyes that Xue Wen covered up all the traces in two or three strokes.

He rubbed his chin and ear bases where the marks hadn't faded. It turned out that this thing was so effective, he would also ask Sister Wen for help later.

"You don't need it." The familiar voice came from Song Zhi's ear, "If I find out that you use..."

"I'll make the marks deeper."