Chapter 66
byThe two of them looked at the stairs together. Ding Dai was holding the cat and stood there at a loss, with a blushing face, and said, "Then what, let me ask where Xiao Ruan's cat food is."
Song Zhaoshui didn't dare to look into Ding Dai's eyes anymore, with a hint of embarrassment, he pushed Xie Nanting away, lowered his head and took out the cat food from the bag and handed it to Ding Dai.
Ding Dai turned around and ran upstairs. Halfway through her run, she suddenly turned around and said, "Second brother, it's better to go to your room, eldest brother may also go downstairs..."
"Let's go, you!" Xie Nanting was spoiled for a good thing, and was given a pink fist by his lover, eyeing Ding Dai.
Ding Dai left soon, but the atmosphere between the two was still very strange. Seeing that Zhaoshui had been avoiding him embarrassingly, Xie Nanting became more and more annoyed by the interruption of Ding Dai.
"There's no one left." Xie Nanting almost didn't swear, "Big brother won't go downstairs."
Song Zhaoshui glared at him, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were somewhat indistinct, and there was an inexhaustible lingering meaning.
Xie Nanting sat down next to her, with his hands on his knees, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher's spot check. Song Zhaoshui thought he was going to give up this idea, but he heard him say, "Then...otherwise, go to my room?"
Song Zhaoshui opened his mouth, stared slightly, and finally said, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Only a fool would go back to his room with him, she thought.
But after a while, she inexplicably went back to the room with someone.
As for why, she could only say that she was raped, and she firmly refused to admit that she was softened when she saw Xie Nanting's eyes.
Soft-hearted, brooding, non-existent.
Xie Nanting's room decoration is Song Zhaoshui's favorite "coldness" style. It is simple and has no extra decoration. There is a bookshelf against the wall, with books in rows below, and golden trophies of different shapes neatly placed in the rows above.
At least Song Zhaoshui was shocked. She leaned over involuntarily and reached out to touch it, but she restrained the ** and just watched quietly.
Xie Nanting closed the door behind her, looked back at her reaction, and said, "I can give you whichever one you like."
It's like it's a row of dolls.
Song Zhaoshui said, "A trophy is only meaningful if you win it yourself."
She looked at the two concentric ring-shaped trophies in the middle of the top row and asked, "Is this the trophy for the Best Actor of the Golden Ring Awards?"
Xie Nanting nodded, stretched out his hand, took it down, and stuffed it into her hand like a forcible shove.
Song Zhaoshui looked at his fingertips dejectedly: "It's all ashes."
Xie Nanting heard the words, his face was dry, and he said stubbornly: "After all, it has been more than a year."
Song Zhaoshui thought to herself, if she won this trophy, can she be as indifferent as Xie Nanting?
She wiped the ash on it with a tissue, then handed the trophy to Xie Nanting, motioning him to put it back. Xie Nanting stretched out his hand to take it. As soon as he reached it, his fingertips felt as if they had been electrocuted. He instantly retracted and looked at Song Zhaoshui: "You put it yourself."
Does she let it go?
Song Zhaoshui stood on tiptoe and tried, but he couldn't reach it at all.
She is not short, only the bookshelf is too high.
She also blamed her boyfriend for deliberately making things difficult for her.
"What do you want?" Song Zhaoshui looked back at him.
She suspected that after she was with Xie Nanting, her eyes would become much bigger because she was always staring at him.
Xie Nanting asked knowingly, "Hey, can't you put it on?"
Song Zhaoshui did not say anything, watching him perform.
Xie Nanting walked up to her and said, "I can hold you and put it on it."
Song Zhaoshui twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling but not smiling: "Okay."
The son of a bitch is waiting for her here!
Xie Nanting squatted slightly, hugged her legs, and walked towards the bookshelf. Song Zhaoshui put the trophy on it steadily, then calmly pulled a strand of hair near Xie Nanting's hair, and said, "Tell you to trick me!"
She didn't exert any strength, so naturally it wasn't very painful, and Xie Nanting was just startled by her. Then, relying on his birthday, he fearlessly carried the person around twice, heard her whisper softly, and said with a smile, "What's a trick, that's what it's a trick."
His knees hit the bedpost and he fell onto the bed.
The bed was covered with off-white sheets, very elastic. The moment Song Zhaoshui fell, he felt that he was bounced back, and slammed into Xie Nanting's arms firmly, and then the two fell back again.
Her long hair was loose and spread out like a crow's feather.
Xie Nanting's breathing became a little short, and his eyes flickered, probably because there were too many things he wanted to see, and everything was fixed.
Song Zhaoshui pushed him and turned his face aside: "Get up."
She spoke so softly that she had already lost the battle. Xie Nanting didn't move, and said, "what you haven't done just now, let's continue now."
What did you just not finish?
Oh, and the birthday present isn't here yet.
His eyes finally settled down, he stared at Song Zhaoshui's eyes tightly, and said, "Everyone said that kissing skills need practice, and you don't cooperate with me."
Song Zhaoshui said quickly, "You can practice knotting with cherry stems."
Xie Nanting frowned, apparently never heard of this. But it didn't matter, he knew that Song Zhaoshui was refusing.
What cherry stems and why does he practice knotting with cherry stems? Obviously there are better options, right?
His breath was on the sheets, his smell was between his lips, as if suddenly there was nothing else left in this world.
Song Zhaoshui felt that Xie Nanting had probably watched something that should not have been watched, and was more easily excited every time. He taught her to breathe, and still had time to laugh at her blushing face. She was angry and had no words, so she couldn't refute him, and let him act according to himself.
Undisturbed afternoon, quiet and peaceful. Some people have a headache over the documents on the case, some people are worried about whether she should meow the cat to continue playing when the cat is asleep, and some people are panting slightly, tirelessly exploring ways to improve their kissing skills.
Snow was falling outside the window, and the inner wall of the glass was covered with a layer of fine white water droplets.
Xie Nanting put his face on Song Zhaoshui's neck, and the tip of his nose just stared at the depression on her collarbone. Delicate skin seems to leave marks after a bite.
He thought so, and did so.
Song Zhaoshui shuddered, and was held down by him again: "Don't move."
Then, there was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Song Zhaoshui was washing her hands with a sullen face. She didn't understand why she was always soft-hearted. So after washing her hands, she deliberately stepped on Xie Nanting's foot, blaming him for always pretending to be pitiful, but now she shows a proud expression of a villain.
Bringing up this afternoon later, Xie Nanting summed it up as a milestone in their love journey.
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