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Chapter 96
Before this, Song Yuran had no doubts about her own attributes.
She is 1, Da Meng 1.
And her girlfriend is a pillow princess who never touches spring water.
So when Huo Qingzhi reminded her that the susceptibility period was coming, she was not too surprised. Judging from some physical reactions, it was not difficult to guess that the susceptibility period was coming quietly.
She settled down, temporarily suppressed the dryness of the susceptible period, and put her hands around Huo Qingzhi's waist, "You said you would spend it with me."
What will be done during the susceptible period, it seems clearer now, at least it is the first sensitive period to confirm the relationship, Song Yuran is a little embarrassed and said: "Well... I, I will try to restrain myself..."
"You seem to have gotten it the other way." Huo Qingzhi smiled lightly, and his amber eyes were a little more burning.
Her fingers just swept across the fabric, Song Yuran trembled unconsciously, and she gasped when she felt that the swept area had an unusual moistness.
Wait, why is alpha's susceptibility period different from what she imagined??!
Huo Qingzhi was not in a hurry, the bathroom was just a few steps away, she leaned over and kissed her comfortingly, then took Song Yuran's hand and walked to the bathroom.
She turned on the faucet, and the cold water flowed down the faucet with a rustling sound.
In the brightly lit bathroom, the sound of 'tsk' and 'tsk' echoed in the empty space, which was the sound of hand sanitizer being swirled in the hand.
Huo Qingzhi washed his hands slowly, grabbed Song Yuran's hands and washed them carefully, and finally dried them with a new dry towel.
The smell of the disinfectant attached to the towel temporarily covered the aroma of the hand sanitizer.
Before walking out of the bathroom, Huo Qingzhi took a bath towel and came out.
The leftover champagne in the bedroom from yesterday was cleaned up by the cleaning aunt with the glasses.
Huo Qingzhi's eyes fell on the honeysuckle dew that was given by the bedside when he bought the inhibitor. The two bottles were intact and unopened.
She unscrewed one of the bottles and took a sip. There was a faint sweetness in the mouth, followed by the smell of honeysuckle.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked.
Song Yuran was not interested in drinks like herbal tea, and it seemed cheap and unpalatable, so she shook her head and refused.
Huo Qingzhi did not insist, but provoked a playful smile, took a small mouthful of honeysuckle in his mouth, and then leaned over to kiss her.
There is a slight difference between dew and water, it is slightly thicker than water, and the entrance is a little strange. Before Song Yuran could taste the honeysuckle dew, a soft tongue squeezed in.
The kiss was like throwing a match in the straw, and it was out of control after that.
Song Yuran had never felt that she was so crazy. Worldly desires completely dominated her reason. At this moment, she just wanted to indulge in lust/desire and be an ordinary person.
She was like a duckweed swaying in the water. It rained suddenly and wet the little duckweed. She longed for a safe haven.
So she squeezed into Huo Qingzhi's arms and kissed her, leaving traces after the kiss.
Suddenly her body tensed, her eyes turned white, and her round nails tightened in reflex, leaving shallow scratches on Huo Qingzhi's back.
After calming down for a while, it seemed that the hot feeling brought about by the susceptible period could not be appeased. Song Yuran raised her head and kissed Huo Qingzhi's lips again.
Tirelessly adapting to the opponent's movements until the straw is burned away by the match.
Time after time, don't know how many times, Song Yuran's first wave of susceptible fever gradually subsided.
She felt like a traveler walking in the desert. She hadn't drank water for several days, was extremely thirsty, and was desperately looking for water.
Huo Qingzhi stroked her back lightly, feeling the breathing of the person in her arms gradually calmed down, she kissed Song Yuran's cheek, and asked softly, "Are you tired?"
"I want...to drink water..." Song Yuran's voice was trembling and a little hoarse.
The honeysuckle dew that she used to ignore was like a god descending from the sky at this moment. She drank the whole bottle devoutly, and there was not a single drop left.
After replenishing the water, Song Yuran felt that his uncomfortable throat was more comfortable, but now he was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.
Lie on the bed and relax, when he opened his eyes again, he found that Huo Qingzhi was not in the room. Regardless of the faint discomfort, he casually picked up a piece of clothing and put it on, and went out.
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Huo Qingzhi was squatting in front of the bathtub to measure the water temperature, and poured a pack of bath salts into the water. The transparent water was instantly dyed a beautiful lavender.
Feeling the sinking of his back, he turned his head and saw Song Yuran lying on his back. Huo Qingzhi immediately turned around and hugged her, stroked her hair, and said amusedly: "I just said that you are very clingy today."
During the susceptible period, not only omega will stick to its own alpha, but alpha will also be extremely sticky to omega.
Song Yuran's clingy reaction was much more obvious than usual, like a big dog afraid of being abandoned.
Huo Qingzhi kissed her forehead: "Do you want to take a bath?"
Song Yuran said vaguely, "You accompany me."
The two took a bath together, and Song Yuran was so tired that she didn't want to move a finger, so Huo Qingzhi thoughtfully washed her body with a towel.
Halfway through the soak, the susceptible fever came again, and the interval was shorter than every time before, making it feel like Song Yuran had just returned to reality and was dragged into another world to sink.
Song Yuran was half awake and half lustful all night, so that when he woke up the next day, Song Yuran looked at the ceiling and blinked.
The first reaction is: it's good to be alive.
Perhaps it was because after the relationship was confirmed, the subconscious mind became unscrupulous, the susceptibility period became violent like a beast, and the interval between susceptibility fever became shorter and shorter, which made her almost sleepless all night.
As if telepathically, Huo Qingzhi walked in. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe with a loose belt around her waist.
"Are you awake?" Huo Qingzhi walked quickly to the bed and touched her face, "What do you want to eat? I'll call room service."
"Just have some porridge..." As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice sounded like a crushing one.
The two bottles of honeysuckle dew on the table have already bottomed out, and there is also an empty bottle of mineral water.
Huo Qingzhi quickly unscrewed a new bottle of mineral water and handed it to her mouth. Song Yuran drank half of the bottle, and his burning throat felt comfortable.
She looked out the window. It was night before going to bed, and it was still night when she woke up. Why is the night so long???
Seeing her thoughts, Huo Qingzhi replied calmly: "It's the next night, exactly seven o'clock."
"!!!" Song Yuran's eyes widened. She thought that she would never experience the experience of excessive indulgence in her life.
She couldn't believe it: "I slept all day????"
"No." Huo Qingzhi said, "I woke up once in the morning and at noon, and I put you to sleep."
"..." Song Yuran was sure that the word 'coax' was definitely a verb.
She carefully recalled the experience of last night, and the more she thought about it, the more she blushed. She couldn't imagine that she would be so proactive and enthusiastic!
Her waist was a little sore, she subconsciously looked at Huo Qingzhi's right hand, holding mineral water more steadily than her legs.
"Aren't you tired???" Song Yuran was about to doubt her life, she felt like a piece of land that was about to be plowed, but the cow seemed like a normal person!
Regarding this, Mr. Huo smiled calmly: "I practice drums."
"..."
Thank you so much for not beating me like a drum.
Song Yuran really wanted to regain some of her dignity as a fierce 1, but a period of susceptibility cost her half her life, and she didn't have the energy to toss about it.
I ordered room service and ordered two porridge.
Song Yuran was truly alive after drinking a bowl of hot porridge. She leaned against Huo Qingzhi's arms and said weakly, "I don't want to move anymore, and I don't want to move tomorrow either."
"Why are you so weak?"
These words undoubtedly stepped on the dog's tail. Song Yuran straightened up in an instant, grinning with fangs and claws: "Huh! I just let you take advantage of the loopholes during the susceptible period. I am not weak. It seems that I want you to recall it!"
As she spoke, she pounced on her like a wolf, but as soon as she moved, she supported her waist and let out an "ah".
Huo Qingzhi couldn't hold back and laughed.
Song Yuran was ashamed and embarrassing, she couldn't hold back her face, so she just broke the pot and tried to retreat: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... woo woo woo..."
Although he knew that this person was crying fakely, Huo Qingzhi still fell for her tricks and coaxed her gently: "I didn't dislike you, how could I dislike you, my natural treasure is very powerful."
Song Yuran looked at her miserably: "Really?"
Huo Qingzhi affirmed: "Really."
"Then tell me how you feel about my service." Song said cheekily, "No less than a hundred words of praise."
"Do you really want to hear it?"
She snorted softly: "Otherwise, do you still want to listen?" She had an attitude that would not let her go if she failed to achieve her goal.
"Okay." Huo Qingzhi paused, and whispered in her ear.
Song Yuran was able to maintain a cold expression at the beginning, but the more he listened, the more embarrassing he became. He was obviously the one who made the request, and finally made himself blush.
She patted Huo Qingzhi on the shoulder, blushing and saying, "You are really boring."
Huo Qingzhi was extremely wronged, with an innocent face: "Obviously you want to hear it."
Song Yuran slowed down, took a bath, soaked in hot water, and relieved the fatigue all over his body.
It was just after eight o'clock, and Song Yu, who had slept for most of the day, regained her spirits and was not sleepy at the moment.
She opened the curtains of the living room, stared at the night scene outside the window, and calculated the time. She should leave tomorrow afternoon. Today was a wasted day, and there was not much time left for them.
"Let's go for a walk." Song Yuran suggested.
"I'm fine." Huo Qingzhi looked at her, and there was something in his words: "I just don't know if you can do it."
"..." Song Yuran swears by the lights, and when Huo Qingzhi's susceptible period will be doubled, Yixue is ashamed to be ridiculed at this moment!
It's just that for the time being, she has more energy than she wants, and she said after brewing Huo Qingzhi's sauce a dozen times in her heart: "I advise you not to be too arrogant, do you know what Feng Shui turns?"
"No." Huo Qingzhi blinked, and then pretended to open the neckline, "It's not impossible for you to 'turn' now."
Song Yuran looked at the night scene outside the window, and then stared at the bathrobe on her body. It was a pure white bathrobe, the hem length was below her knees, and the belt was loosely tied around her waist.
She thought for two seconds, closed the curtains, and then pulled him to the sofa beside her.
Before Huo Qingzhi could speak, Song Yuran leaned over and pressed him down.
...
After eight o'clock, the two of them changed their clothes and walked out of the guest room. Song Yuran was still the same high-spirited Song.
I don't have a destination, don't know where to go, just want to take a walk nearby, find a shop to sit, or drive the road.
As soon as she came out of the hotel entrance, she saw Zhao Anye and her companion getting off the taxi.
The few people first greeted Huo Qingzhi politely, and then Zhao Anye asked Song Yuran: "Yuran, why didn't I see you today?"
Speaking of a 'enriched' day, Song Yuran's eyes flashed unnaturally for a moment, he smiled dryly, and said: "I'm a bit uncomfortable, I only woke up after sleeping, it's not that Mr. Huo hasn't eaten yet and we just came out to join forces."
She laughed, avoided continuing the topic, changed the subject, and asked, "Where did you go? Is there anything interesting nearby?"
"Let's go out for a meal and take a walk. I won't recommend that restaurant to you." Zhao Anye paused, and then said, "There is a bridge across the river nearby. It seems to be a check-in attraction.The restaurants to eat are quite close, so I just went for a walk.”
Several people chatted for a while, and after seeing them into the hotel, Song Yuran said, "I think the bridge they mentioned is very interesting, let's go for a walk."
She took out her mobile phone to check the navigation. It took two kilometers to drive there, and the route took a big circle, while walking there was basically a straight line, only a few hundred meters away.
The little money-saving expert immediately chose to walk there.
Perhaps the temperature is too high during the day, which forms a sharp contrast with the night, and feel that the wind is much refreshing.
The two walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path, the wind made the leaves rustle, and the fragrance of the plants and flowers became clearer. Occasionally, some people passed by on bicycles, and there were people walking their dogs.
It was as if time had slowed down at this moment.
The content of the chat is unconstrained, from the past to the present, the topic of the chat is a bit exhausted.
Song Yuran thought for a while and said, "Do you have any plans for the company's future development?"
"Not yet." Huo Qingzhi looked up at the night sky, the moon was hanging high in the sky, and the dark clouds made it even brighter, she said: "The limelight of the previous design competition has passed, and the enthusiasm brought by the online store is also a little weak, find ways to attract more traffic.”
"for example?"
"The fastest way to get traffic is to ask a celebrity to endorse, but as you said, the high-profile celebrity endorsement fee is too expensive."
Song Yuran thought for a while, and after careful consideration, he said with a smile, "Then let's create a 'star'?"
"Okay." Huo Qingzhi smiled and said, "I'll call you when you make your debut."
"That won't work. If I become popular in my debut, more and more people will fall under my beauty, and you will feel a sense of crisis."
Huo Qingzhi annoyed her: "I know it's a poor mouth."
Unknowingly walking along Yanjiang Road, you can see a bridge in the distance. The whole bridge is blessed with colorful lights, changing different colors every ten seconds.
The number of Taoists near the bridge increased with the naked eye. Song Yuran looked back and forth. They were still some distance away from the bridge, so there were no people there.I don't know if the street lights are not installed or broken. This section of the road is dark.
They stopped and leaned against the guardrail along the river on the inner side of the path and looked at the stars side by side.
Song Yuran had a whim and asked, "Have you ever thought about what kind of person you will fall in love with in the future?"
"Hmm..." Huo Qingzhi thought for a while, "When I was in school, everyone around me was chatting, and there was more or less a general outline."
"For example?" Song Yuran was visibly interested in this topic.
"Clean and sunny."
Song Yuran suddenly thought of the scumbag in the original book, thought for a while, and asked, "Are you easily attracted to the kind of people who have a gentle personality, look gentle, and are good-looking?"
Huo Qingzhi smiled and turned his head to look at her: "Are you talking about yourself?"
"Huh?" Song Yuran was a little surprised. Leaving aside the prototype scumbag, these words are highly praised words in her opinion, "Am I such a person?"
"Then what kind of person do you think you are?"
"I..." She looked up at the sky, tried hard to find words, and finally came to a conclusion: "Ordinary people."
"Everyone is ordinary, and there will always be people who find you special."
Song Yuran laughed, and she leaned her head on Huo Qingzhi's shoulder.
Suddenly, eyes flashed white, followed by the sound of water splashing.
The fountain platform erected on the river was lit up, glowing with purple lights, spewed out water columns, and fell back to the water surface.
The sound announced the start of the fountain show on time, and those who were close took out their mobile phones to take pictures frantically. No one noticed that there was a pair of kissing lovers in an inconspicuous place in the distance.
Song Yuran's eyes were foggy, and he sighed unconsciously: "It would be great if time could be fixed at this moment."
"What nonsense?" Huo Qingzhi raised his hand to wipe off the smudged lipstick on her lips, and said, "We still have a lot of things to do."
After the fountain show, the passers-by dispersed one after another, and most of them came towards them. Huo Qingzhi took her hand and said, "Go back."
When came over, saw a barbecue stall, the aroma was lingering, and thought about going back to buy a grilled wing by the way.
Halfway through, Huo Qingzhi's cell phone rang, and it displayed a series of numbers without notes.
"Is it the owner Huo Qingzhi himself? I'm from the xx police station. I have a case and I want to know something from you."