Shen Zhiyi took off his clothes and smeared small cakes on his chest muscles.

White cream slid down his Adam's apple.

She bent down and ate it slowly, bite by bite.

He even deliberately took a puff, leaving a bright red kiss mark on her neck.

Li Heng's eyes misted over behind his glasses.

He let out a soft breath, grabbed Shen Zhiyi's wrist, and looked at her with hazy eyes, "Baby, are you playing this high?"

Shen Zhiyi curled her lips mischievously and patted his face. "I said I could pat you however I wanted. Now, you're not allowed to resist."

Her slender fingertips traced his abdominal muscles, then suddenly she raised her nails and gently scraped across the grooves between the muscles, leaving a trail of sweet cake aroma.

Something flourished and spread along with that rich aroma.

Li Heng was panting heavily, his blood rushing to his head, and even the corners of his eyes turned red.

His chest heaved, and his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly.

His eyes remained fixed on Shen Zhiyi, letting her leave faint red marks on his chest and abs.

The interplay of white and red creates a dazzling and beautiful effect.

Shen Zhiyi picked up her camera and snapped a picture.

Like appreciating a work of art, swipe the screen and gaze at it for a long time.

"Is this enough for the baby?" Li Heng's voice was hoarse. He took off his glasses, and his eyes seemed to burn with intense fire.

"Shouldn't you apply something else?"

Shen Zhiyi looked up from in front of the screen, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Her gaze fell, and she saw the intense, surging desire in his eyes, like the boundless night spreading over him.

Every bulging muscle and taut line proclaims his greed and depravity.

It seemed that he had no other choice but to grovel at her feet.

She leaned down and chuckled in his ear, "Tomorrow, if you obediently come with me to meet someone, I'll give you a little treat."

She pressed down on his abs.

Li Heng leaned back and, unable to resist any longer, pecked her lips.

"I'll do anything my baby asks me to do."

Shen Zhiyi removed his hearing aid and, as if bestowing a favor, met his kiss.

...

When everything was over, Shen Zhiyi had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Li Heng wasn't wearing his hearing aid. He held her close and, in the deep darkness and pure silence, boldly and unrestrainedly looked her over.

He smoothed her disheveled, sweaty hair, his calloused fingers gently tracing her smooth face.

eyelash.

Moisturized, disheveled eyelashes, brushing across his heart like a brush.

eyelid.

When angry, her brows furrow and become more contorted; when shy, her eyelids lighten with a delicate pink tinge.

tip of the nose.

When she's being affectionate, she gently brushes her small, round nose against his cheek and neck.

lip.

Her lips, revealing all her innocence and charm, parted slightly, their every movement making his heart tremble.

He sketched every feature of her face.

He gazed at her greedily and for a long time, clearly seeing his own desire.

Confusion and possessiveness then burst forth from the depths of the eyes, inescapably filling the entire body, like some incurable disease and addiction, covering the skin and heart, spreading like a virus.

He knew that from then on, her face would appear in all his dreams.

Pure and beautiful.

Wild thoughts abound.

Clean, dirty, monotonous, colorful...

She is the sum of all colors.

It is also the sum of desires.

Li Heng lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

Shen Zhiyi frowned, hummed softly, and stirred.

He couldn't hear her inner thoughts, nor could he hear her voice.

But then she changed the shape of her lips and uttered his name.

Li Heng trembled uncontrollably.

He held her tightly.

"Baby...forever, forever together..."

*

Qi Chengyin successfully hosted the overseas music group.

She prepared an interview outline and asked Dou Tianzong to help her find a translator. From the moment they entered the school, they began the interviews without stopping.

She would ask each question and wait for the translator to relay it before writing the members' answers on paper.

At first, everyone was very cooperative.

After five or six questions, many people had already shown signs of annoyance.

"Why are all these questions so pointless?"

"How much longer do I have to stand in the scorching sun? The performance is tomorrow, I want to go back and rest."

"We've been on a plane all day, can we get some sleep first?"

"What's the point of answering such a cliché question?"

The translator was sweating profusely.

He was brought here by Dou Tianzong, and Qi Chengyin is his girlfriend. Out of respect for the monk, he certainly wouldn't dare translate the members' complaints into her ears.

But her questions were really boring, and the members' answers were very perfunctory.

He had no choice but to translate it despite his difficulties.

Qi Chengyin frowned as she took notes.

What's wrong with this group of people?

How come your answer is completely worthless?

How can I write a manuscript like this?

She thought she would ask all the questions first, and then go back and see how to organize them. However, a few members couldn't stand it and stormed off on the spot.

The group leader, Emily, did not answer any questions.

She only asked one question: "Where is Shen Zhiyi?"

After learning that Shen Zhiyi would be coming to school tomorrow, she nodded and left the scene.

Qi Chengyin's face turned pale.

She slammed the pen cap down and stormed back to her dorm room.

Shen Zhiyi...

She ruined a perfectly good interview!

What a trashy music band! Artists, they're all just bad-tempered!

They wouldn't even cooperate with such a dedicated interview!

She was so angry that she called Dou Tianzong.

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