A pair of warm hands reached behind her and hugged her, rubbing her back gently along her back. In her ears was his smirking voice: "That's your problem. If you ask me to write it, I'll write it too."
It’s a whole five thousand words, like a brocade, please don’t let me sleep at night.”
"Don't just write a self-criticism and pass the test. From now on, if you go around attracting bees and butterflies, I will really make you kneel on the computer motherboard, huh." Sijin pretended to be fierce and warned angrily.
The next second, he picked up the dry towel on the sofa and gently wiped his hair.
A faint sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Well, she naturally chose to believe in Yan Zhen, and she wanted to keep this love letter well.
Before her hair even opened, her whole body was already squeezed into Yan Zhen's arms, his hot and moist breath sprayed on her face, and his evil hands pinched the soft spot on her chest, reluctant to leave.
"Have you had enough? Take your hands away."
"Why take it away, you don't enjoy it?"
Sijin's body was soft, but her mouth was hard, "Of course it doesn't feel comfortable. Just let me squeeze it and you'll know if it feels better or not."
"Then I'll pinch it for you." Yan Zhen straightened her lower body and pressed a hard rod against her. She bit her lip and cursed: "You're a hooligan! I won't pinch you."
"Reciprocity is a courtesy." Could that bitch Yan Zhi be any more mean-spirited?
Return the quilt in return, forget it! Sijin yawned, not sure if she got a little high from playing at night. She closed her eyes tiredly and didn't care about him. She could touch him as much as she wanted. Anyway, those two things on her chest were
It was originally meant for him to play with.
When he woke up early the next morning, Yan Zhi was already sitting in his office, well dressed, reviewing documents.
Sijin carefully took out a bottle of alcohol from the cabinet and took out the thermometer from the alcohol. She decided to measure her temperature every day to find out the fertile period and hit Yan Zhi hard.
It has been twenty-five days since her last visit to her aunt. If she follows the cycle her mother told her, it is estimated that her aunt will come again in about five days.
Sijin is not a foolish person. After her first experience, she suspects that there is a 50% chance that she will experience another phoenix transformation the second time she visits her aunt.
Sijin didn't think there was anything wrong with the transformation. Instead, she felt that she was more energetic and capable than before. Those abilities that she would not show off at all were vaguely stronger.
The only regret is that I have to sleep for seven whole days, which will make Yan Zhen worried.
And she didn't want Yan Zhen to show a worried look.
So in the days before her aunt was about to arrive, Sijin tried her best to do psychological work for Yanzhen, telling him that she might fall asleep because she wanted to complete another transformation in the lake among the beautiful mountains, lakes and flower valleys.
That day, Yan Zhen was immersed in his official duties and asked her casually: "What do you mean, you have to shed your hair again and turn into a naked little dragon, sleeping for seven days?"
He didn't seem to care on the surface, but only Yan Zhen knew that inside, he was terrified no matter what.
"I don't know, I just guessed it myself; maybe it's just like other girls, bleeding for seven days will be over." Sijin explained patiently, looking at Zhi's expression carefully, and found that he seemed to be unhappy.
Taking care of it makes me feel much more at ease.
She clapped her little hands and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, eager to go out and play.
"It's okay. I'll go find Ye Qianqian. I want to go to the racecourse in the afternoon. I made an appointment with Wu Yifan. He's quite fun, hehe."
[Hey, I'm a little afraid to write further. I'm afraid that all of you will attack me. I always want to put it off again and again, hoping to make happiness last longer. Woohoo... In fact, I am really a kind and good Yiyi, and I don't like abuse.
; But, but... I will write a few more warm and sweet ones. I think it is great to be my reader. That day my boyfriend called me and asked me what I was doing. I said I was checking for typos, and then he laughed with great disdain.
, said that I was the king of typos, he didn’t expect that other than him, there was anyone else who could bear it. I puffed up my cheeks and wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t get angry, you know]