The plan to take her home was half successful. Yan Huaiqing concealed his smile and went to get the hair dryer to blow her hair.

Luo Qingman rested her forehead on his stomach, feeling his fingers running through her hair and the warmth of the hair dryer, her fingers casually pulling at the corner of his clothes.

Yan Huaiqing pinched her face gently. She didn't miss him at all. She came here because she was lazy and didn't want to blow-dry her hair.

After drying her hair, Yan Huaiqing held her in his arms and kissed her lips, "Sister, are you here to enjoy my service?"

Luo Qingman put her legs on his arms, "Well, rub my legs for me, I'm tired from walking."

Yan Huaiqing had no temper and worked tirelessly to rub her legs. The skin under his palms was cold, white and delicate, and felt particularly good. "What would my sister do without me?"

"He's either acting cute with my mom or exploiting child labor, but Xiaochuan should be tired and asleep now." She took his phone and played with it in his arms. When she opened a certain audio app and saw a few messages, they were all from her.

It has directly formed an information cocoon. He must have watched a lot of her videos. The only follower of this account is her.

Yan Huaiqing rubbed her for about ten minutes, put her legs down, put away his phone, and looked into her eyes, "Sister, it's time to pay the service fee."

Luo Qingman kissed him on the lips, "Is that enough?"

"Of course it's not enough." He pressed her back, supported the back of her neck and kissed her, gently rolling, kissing and biting, going deeper and deeper.

Luo Qingman blinked, grasped his clothes at the collar, and caught a glimpse of the gentle smile in his eyes.

She tried to respond to him, but as soon as her lips opened, he penetrated her and kissed her deeply.

It’s not as intense as during the day, but the feeling it brings is no less than that during the day.

Yan Huaiqing's breathing became increasingly disordered. The palm that was pressing on her back moved down, reached in through the hem of her clothes, grasped her soft waist, and rubbed her waist with his fingertips and palms.

Luo Qingman trembled and held his wrist.

He instead clasped her fingers and pressed them against the back of the sofa, while pressing her against it, his tall figure trapping her between him and the sofa.

The kiss was a little hasty, and when she couldn't bear it anymore, he moved away and kissed the corner of her lips, biting her lips gently.

Yan Huaiqing kissed the red spots at the corners of her eyes, and his kisses lingered from her face to her neck.

Luo Qingman's body trembled slightly, and she pushed his head with the hand that was not held, but failed to push him away. Instead, she was held by him again the next moment.

She uttered a soft "hmm".

Yan Huaiqing didn't dare to go too far. After kissing her for a while, he hugged her and lay down, his warm breath falling on her ears. "That's enough for now. I really like the service fee my sister gave me."

Luo Qingman felt numb all over and turned her head to the side without saying anything.

Yan Huaiqing let go of her hand, gently stroked her hair, and took out the room card from her pajamas pocket, "Do you want me to carry you back to bed?"

When I kissed her just now, I felt like a card was poking me.

"Yeah." She buried her head in his arms.

Yan Huaiqing picked her up and walked out. The corridor was still a little cold. He quickly swiped the room card, entered the room, walked to the bedroom in the suite, and put her on the bed.

Yan Huaiqing covered her with the quilt, "Sister, do you want me to coax you to sleep?"

Luo Qingman pulled back the quilt and patted the side, "Come on, Yan Da Singer, just sing a song. The song "Skylight" that he sang last time was pretty good."

Yan Huaiqing smiled and lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms, "Yeah."

Luo Qingman leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "Write another song for me. I've thought of a name for it, called Burning. It's about passionate love. It will be nice to announce it officially when the time comes."

"Skylight" still has a bit of a sour feeling.

Yan Huaiqing hugged her tightly, "Okay, I want to sing with you."