That night.
Song Yingying washed her hair, her soft hair was wet and wrapped in her hair.
Zhao Weidong pulled her over, took the hair, and gently wiped Song Yingying's long hair.
His movements were stiff, and he was very careful when brushing her hair, as if he was afraid that he might accidentally use too much force and pull Song Yingying's hair.
The rough man tried to use the gentlest force in his life, little by little, slowly and gently.
Song Yingying sat on the edge of the bed, letting the man move behind her.
In fact, Zhao Weidong was clumsy when he dried his hair, but there was always a smile on his lips.
Her long hair was lifted up, revealing her slender and fair neck from time to time.
Song Yingying was graceful, with a neck as elegant as a swan. She flashed before Zhao Weidong's eyes from time to time, causing him to imagine a lot.
Zhao Weidong's breathing became noticeable, and he asked in a low and rough voice, "Yingying, what if I don't agree to dinner?"
"... Well..." Song Yingying narrowed her eyes slightly, looking comfortable and relaxed, and said with a smile, "I won't give up. I will keep persuading you until you agree."
Convince him?
Zhao Weidong gritted his teeth secretly.
He actually felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would have pretended to disagree and waited for Song Yingying to persuade him before he agreed.
In this way he would know what methods Song Yingying would use to persuade him.
It’s a pity that Zhao Weidong is a straightforward person and doesn’t have any such cunning thoughts in his mind.
Song Yingying likes him because of his personality. She doesn't need to spend time guessing what he is thinking. If she likes him, she likes him. If she doesn't like him, she doesn't like him. It's all on his face.
For example, if she turned her head slightly now, she would see the frustrated look on the man's face.
Actually, there is nothing to regret.
If you don't agree, you will be persuaded.
Agree and there will be a reward.
Song Yingying reached out and touched Zhao Weidong's face, pursed her lips slightly and kissed him.
Soon, the hair in Zhao Weidong's hand fell on the bed, and his big palm went deep into the wet hair, getting tighter and tighter.
Under the light, the figure swayed and the simple wooden bed creaked.
The ambiguity floated, there was a hot breath in the air, and the breaths were intertwined.
Everything is in place, just waiting for the dry wood to ignite and burn brightly.
Suddenly, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door.
Then there was a creaking sound.
Obviously, Song Yingying and Zhao Weidong did not expect things to develop in an ambiguous direction, so when they entered, neither of them closed the door.
It's not late at night yet, and I just took a shower and haven't cleaned the bathroom yet. Who knew he would be so impatient.
Zhao Xiaobei was knocking on the door outside. He didn't think of going in directly, but the door was not closed and opened with a creaky sound.
He didn't want to look, but he looked inside.
He saw Zhao Weidong and Song Yingying in a panic, one pulling the quilt, the other scratching her hair, both of them had red faces, and looked guilty.
Not only their faces turn red, but their mouths turn red as well.
Could it be that she ate something secretly and hid it so she didn't want him to eat it, so she feels so guilty?
But he doesn't eat spicy food. Every time he eats spicy food, his mouth turns red. They don't have to hide it, he doesn't eat spicy food.
Song Yingying was the first to calm down. She pulled her clothes, tried her best to stay calm, took a deep breath carefully, and looked at Zhao Xiaobei.
"Xiaobei, what's wrong? Come in."
Zhao Weidong pulled the quilt, trying to cover himself up, and then sat up on the bed with his back straight. It looked strange at first glance, not to mention his blushing face.
Song Yingying glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and felt it was unbearable to watch.
Zhao Xiaobei walked over and looked at the two men carefully. He sniffed, but didn't smell any chili pepper.
He asked with his dark eyes, "Did you steal food and hide it under the quilt?"
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