Song Yuran woke up from a nap, blinked her eyes, and turned her head to look out the window.

The glare of the sun softened a lot at this time, and she guessed in her heart what time it was.

"woke up?"

Hearing Huo Qingzhi's voice from above, she turned her head and saw that the other person woke up at some point, leaning on the bed and looking at his phone.

The long, soft hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and those beautiful eyes were looking at her momentarily. The air conditioner was blowing wind regularly, and the warm light outside the window gave her a sense of tranquility.

The chaotic fragments of the dream suddenly flashed in his mind. It seemed that he had a dream just now, and the content was not easy.

She turned to face Huo Qingzhi, still a little confused, and stretched out her hand to Huo Qingzhi, who understood, put the phone on the bedside, and lay back on the bed to hug her.

He asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"It seems to be." Song Yuran replied vaguely, "I can't remember."

Huo Qingzhi smoothed her hair, and patted the back of her neck reassuringly, "It's okay."

Song Yuran raised her head from her embrace, looked into Huo Qingzhi's eyes, and blinked, a little dazed.

"What are you doing looking at me like that?" Huo Qingzhi asked with a smile.

"Qingqing."

Huo Qingzhi misunderstood and kissed her on the lips.

She called out again: "Qingqing."

Huo Qingzhi kissed again.

Song Yu suddenly laughed and said, "Actually, I'm calling you."

Huo Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, and also found it funny that the pronunciation of these two words was so similar.

Song Yuran said again, "Kiss."

"I am here."

This time Song Yuran leaned over and kissed her quickly, and said slyly, "This time it's a kiss."

Huo Qingzhi didn't speak, but bit his lips and smiled, his eyes fluttered, fascinated her again for a while.

Song Yuran's heart skipped a beat, and he leaned over to kiss her. This time it wasn't a superficial kiss, but a lingering deep kiss that seduced the other party.

The atmosphere at the moment was too ambiguous, and due to the atmosphere, Song Yuran hugged her tightly, her long legs unconsciously resting on her legs/sides.

The satin pajamas were very silky to the touch, and her hands seemed to be incompetent, and they gently stroked her back through the pajamas, and fell up to the back of her neck.

The nape of omega's neck is extremely sensitive, she just pokes in from the slightly open back neck, and when she touches the gland, she hears a soft moan from the other party unconsciously, while straightening up, this is an instinctive reaction.

The peppermint pheromone with some green grass was released unconsciously, attacking Song Yuran at this moment, making her rationality almost overwhelmed.

The lips parted slightly, and Song Yuran's lips paused in the air for half a second, then turned to kiss the corner of her lips, then her chin, and the side of her neck.

Huo Qingzhi raised his head cooperatively, asking for whatever he wanted, this behavior gave Song Yuran a little more confidence.

She knew that Huo Qingzhi was very thin, and she didn't feel it until she touched the delicate skin. The lines were clear, and she couldn't feel any fat. She should be plump and plump.

The neckline of the pajamas was untied at some point, and the half-exposed career line made even a woman blush.

It is obviously the same body structure, but touching your own is completely different from touching someone else's.

When the love was strong, Song Yuran turned over, put her knees on Huo Qing's side, and her body was hanging above.

Just as he was about to take a step closer, an untimely voice sounded,

Goo——

This sound shattered most of the warm and ambiguous atmosphere at the moment.

Goo——

My stomach growled again.

Song Yuran, who was supposed to take the initiative, blushed, hating her stomach for barking out at such an important moment.

The atmosphere froze for two seconds at first, and the person lying on the bed couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This made Song Yuran even more ashamed, and said fiercely without the slightest momentum: "Don't laugh!"

Fearing that his girlfriend's self-esteem would be frustrated, Huo Qingzhi suppressed his smile and asked considerately, "Are you hungry? Let's go out for a walk and eat something to replenish energy."

The atmosphere just now can be said to be close to the door, Song Yuran is even ready to break the record of being single for 0 years of nightlife history.

But unluckily, my stomach growled!She was also "intimately greeted" by her girlfriend, and for a moment she felt that she was a useless alpha.

"Okay, be good." Huo Qingzhi sat up slowly, held Song Yuran's face in his hands, and kissed her on the forehead.

But this consolation didn't have any effective effect. Song Yuran turned over and sat back on the bed, with a dejected look that was short of writing the words 'no face to see others'.

Huo Qingzhi smiled, combed her hair and got off the bed. After putting on her slippers, she reached out to Song Yuran.

The other party reluctantly put his hand on her palm, and Huo Qingzhi brought the person in front of him with a little force, Song Yuran was unprepared, staggered and threw himself into her arms.

Worrying about hurting her girlfriend, she struggled to get away, but Huo Qingzhi hugged her and held her in his arms.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Huo Qingzhi slowly lower her head and close her eyes reflexively.

The expected kiss did not come, and the pinnae of her ears felt a little hot. When she opened her eyes, the other party's voice rang in her ears.

Just one sentence: "The night is still long, don't worry."

After speaking, she let go of her and walked straight out, leaving Song Yuran still a little dazed.

night???very long???It was hard for Song Yuran not to understand what she wanted to mean, which meant that she would be given a chance to express it, right??

Song Yuran, who had analyzed the meaning of this layer, looked disappointed, put on slippers indiscriminately, and hurriedly chased him out.

The light in the bathroom was on, and she rushed over without thinking, but as soon as she got to the door, she saw Huo Qingzhi changing clothes inside.

The slender figure can be clearly seen under the white banner lamp.

"Uh uh..." Facing Huo Qingzhi's tilted gaze, she choked, and said subconsciously, "I didn't mean it!"

Immediately after, he grabbed the doorknob and closed the door with conditioned reflex.

Turning around to leave, I didn't realize it, it's not right!Inside is my legitimate girlfriend, why should I feel guilty!

So she pushed the door open again, returning it to the angle it had just closed.

This childish approach made Huo Qingzhi laughable, but also felt that it was too cute. She turned her head to look at her and said, "Come and button me up."

"Okay." Song Yuran walked over, took the button from Huo Qingzhi's hand, and fastened it skillfully.

The jacket was hanging on the side shelf. After fastening the buckle, Song Yuran paused for a second, then reached out to take the jacket and put it on Huo Qingzhi's shoulders.

An arm as white as a lotus root passed through the cuff, and then Huo Qingzhi turned to face her.

Song Yuran lowered her head, grabbed the bottom button of her shirt and buttoned it. From bottom to top, her expression was serious, as if she was treating a piece of art, and she didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

Huo Qingzhi just watched her quietly, and asked, "What do you want to eat later?"

Song Yuran replied, "Well... Let's see what dishes are nearby before deciding."

Huo Qingzhi usually leaves two to three buttons on the top of the shirt, which are good for ventilation and heat dissipation, and are more beautiful.

But she watched helplessly, a certain cautious girlfriend buttoned several buttons in a row without stopping, and the top button was not spared.

"It's hot," she said.

After speaking, she reached out to unbutton the two buttons, but Song Yuran held them down and said, "No."

This shirt is a very casual style. Even if it is buttoned to the top, it will not be as stretched as the slim fit style, and it is breathable enough.

Before that, Huo Qingzhi loosened two collarbones and could see the bottom of the collarbone. His girlfriend had a good figure, and she didn't want to be looked at by others at all.

Finally, under Huo Qingzhi's gentle words, Song Yuran reluctantly agreed to unbutton a button.

Huo Qingzhi smiled helplessly: "It's really domineering."

"This is the right you gave me!" Song Yuran said confidently.

Huo Qingzhi thought about it carefully, it's okay to say that, if the other party was Song Yuran, she would never allow other people to meddle in her own affairs.

"That's right." She glanced up and down at Song Yuran, who was still in her pajamas, and said, "It's your turn to change."

Song Yuran responded and wanted to go back to the room. Just as he moved half a step, he heard Huo Qingzhi ask, "Do you want me to help you?"

She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the words stopped on the edge of her mouth, and suddenly thought of a question, even though Huo Qingzhi knew that she was 'incomplete' as an alpha, she could accept such a self.

But so far, they haven't been honest with each other. Perhaps, before taking a step closer, she should let Huo Qingzhi understand herself clearly and be mentally prepared.

She changed her pajamas and pajama pants, and Huo Qingzhi stood behind her, and buttoned the buckle for her just like she did just now.

Immediately after, she picked up the folded top, and before that, Song Yuran took a step forward to distance herself from her.

When Huo Qingzhi was puzzled, she turned to face her.

Even for someone she likes, such a candid gesture made Song Yuran a little embarrassed, and she didn't dare to look directly into Huo Qingzhi's eyes. She looked away and looked at the ground.

"Um... Qingqing, you know I'm not a 'normal' alpha." Saying this in this state made Song Yuran blush up to her ears.

"I'm afraid I won't do well enough..."

In modern society, when two women are together, they can be satisfied with their hands; but this world is different from modern times, and Song Yuran, who has no experience in partnering, still worries that there will be a slight gap in his girlfriend.

"How is it 'good'?" Huo Qingzhi held her face in his hands and made her look directly into his eyes.

"After all, how do we define 'normal' alpha?"

Song Yuran couldn't answer, but she knew very well that alphas would have second organs.

"Do you think you can satisfy me?" Huo Qingzhi hit a straight ball.

Song Yuran blinked her eyes. Although she has no actual combat experience, she still has craft experience.

Besides!How can a woman say no!It is even more impossible to admit that you can't do it in front of your girlfriend!

So, someone from Song said decisively: "Of course!"

"Since it's possible, what do you have to worry about." Huo Qingzhi smiled, and quietly walked behind her with his hand, patting the soft flesh with excellent elasticity, "Change clothes quickly."

Song Yuran's conditioned reflex was strong, and his face was red when he touched the spanked butt. Fortunately, he was still wearing shorts, otherwise he didn't know what fun he thought he was playing with the "slap".

Song Yuran, who had completely let go of her worries, was in a happy mood. She quickly changed into her out clothes, and when she turned her head, she saw Huo Qingzhi standing by the bed and looking at her phone.

She walked over and hugged her like a koala: "I'm ready, let's go eat."

Huo Qingzhi responded, put the phone back in his pocket, and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of the pharmacy bag on the bedside, and the corner of the ten boxes of inhibitors was exposed from the open mouth of the bag.

She stopped and took Song Yuran's hand.

Song Yuran stopped and turned her head: "What's the matter?"

"I remembered something." Huo Boss put it off.

"What's up?"

She picked up a box of inhibitors and waved them in front of Song Yuran, "Your inhibitors haven't been used yet, so it's just now to help you, so you don't forget."

Song Yuran's beautiful face suddenly collapsed, it was all over the place, and if she was using inhibitors, then she is a pig with no mood!

It can be seen that Mr. Huo has a must-use expression, she pursed her mouth, and said aggrievedly: "You bullied me again..."

"How come, isn't it what you want to buy?" Huo Qingzhi was determined to leave a deep lesson for this idiot.

Song Yuran knew very well that Mr. Huo was soft and not hard, she thought for two seconds, threw herself into Huo Qingzhi's arms, imitated the orchid fingers on TV, and wiped some non-existent tears at the end of her eyes.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

That demeanor and tone, grievance and coquettishness are extremely well handled.

"Are you willing to let your delicate Ranbao go through the susceptible period alone? Do you not love me anymore? Okay, then I will ziu."

The completely imposing moral kidnapping successfully made Huo Qingzhi laugh.

She raised her chin and said, "Then what about the ten boxes of inhibitors?"

At this point, Song Yuran no longer cared about the 610 yuan she had spent, and immediately said, "What to do with love, anyway, I don't want it! I have a girlfriend and want some inhibitor!"

Ten minutes later, an announcement appeared in the company group.

"In order to protect the physical and mental health of employees during the journey, the company provides free inhibitors, which need to be picked up at the front desk."

After the announcement came out, a group of people exploded in the group, and the comments were divided into two styles.

The colleague who brought his family proudly said: Since have a partner, have forgotten what the inhibitor looks like!

The single colleague laughed: Although I don't have a date, I can have an affair!What inhibitor do you want!

Song Yuran, who was watching the chats in the group, realized that he was a pure scumbag. A girlfriend went to buy inhibitors, and even bought ten boxes at once!The key point is that no one wants free delivery.

Heartache six hundred and one.