"Just keep writing, I won't disturb you anymore." Lin Wannian said, walked into the bedroom, and when he came out again, he was holding clothes.
Under Sang Qingyan's peripheral vision, Lin Wannian walked into the bathroom.
The sound of splashing water was heard.
Sang Qingyan came back to his senses, looked at the kettle beside him, and remained silent.
When Lin Wannian came out of the shower, Sang Qingyan was still concentrating on typing on the keyboard. His hand speed was incomparable to that of Lin Wannian when he was working normally.
As expected, the tentacle monster is really powerful.
Sang Qingyan stayed until ten o'clock, and when he saw Lin Wannian was about to turn off the lights and go to bed, he left reluctantly.
In the following few days, Sang Qingyan would wait for Lin Wannian when he got off work and would not leave until Lin Wannian went to bed.
077 Looking at their current progress, it is very pure.
It was so pure that it could hardly believe it and thought what it saw was fake.
It flew back to the bedroom from the living room and looked at Lin Wannian who was reviewing manuscripts at the desk: "Dear host, didn't you say you wanted to take Sang Qingyan away in the last dimension? Why do you look like a new apprentice now?"
Lin Wannian was reviewing the fiery article with his eyes and hands, and said calmly: "I suddenly realized that there are many things I can do besides being pornographic. Tsk, I don't even bother to make money through this means."
"Oh, so you have other means?"
Lin Wannian said: "Huh, of course it's my IQ."
077: "Do you still have any IQ? Didn't your IQ just disappear after the college entrance exam?"
"Get lost. The past is over. I am no longer the salted fish Lin I used to be. I am now a live fish Lin."
"…6"
Having said that, 077 did not force Lin to do anything pornographic in his later years. After so many dimensions, it was a little tired of seeing them.
The host is on the right track, great! I hope he can do a better job, so that he can get more bonuses, and the system can also extract a part of the commission.
The system is planning happily.
But on Thursday.
Just because Lin doesn't want to do it in his later years doesn't mean Sang doesn't want to.
When Lin Wannian came back from get off work, Sang Qingyan was squatting at the door as usual.
The moment Sang Qingyan saw Lin Wannian, he stood up and called out obediently, "Brother Lin."
"Yeah." Lin Wannian nodded, took out the key and opened the door.
Sang Qingyan followed him in.
As he continued as usual, a key appeared in front of him.
He was stunned and looked at the person who came.
Lin Wannian explained slowly: "If you want to stay here, you can open the door and come in. This is the key I copied."
Sang Qingyan's eyes flashed with light. Looking at the key in Lin Wannian's hand, he came back to his senses and said with excitement in his tone: "Will this be bad?"
"It's okay. We're already familiar with each other. My family doesn't have much money. If you don't want it, forget it."
Lin Wannian said this and was about to take it back. How could Sang Qingyan not want it? He took it and clenched it tightly in his hand, which still retained the warmth of Lin Wannian.
Lin Wannian glanced at him and walked into the bedroom.
After returning home, the first thing he wanted to do was take a bath.
There was a sound of running water in the bathroom.
Sang Qingyan did not concentrate on typing as usual. He was distracted, looking at the locked bathroom, and many scenes emerged in his mind.
The more I thought about it, the drier my throat became.
There was a thought in his mind: he wanted to get Lin's old age.
Thinking of this, his dark eyes looked at the kettle on the table, and he took something out of his pocket.
Although it is autumn and the water is a little cold, it is not time to turn on the hot water yet.
In his later years, Lin would rinse it once or twice with cold water.
After wiping his body, he realized that he had only taken his underwear and pants, not his shirt.
But it’s not a big problem.
He put on his clothes and walked out.
There were still a few drops of water flowing on her cheeks.
Sang Qingyan only took a glance, then quickly regained his focus and continued typing on the keyboard.
I licked my dry lips, they were so pink.
Lin Wannian walked into the bedroom, put on a T-shirt, rubbed his hair with a dry towel, then walked out of the bedroom and sat next to Sang Qingyan carelessly.
Then he poured himself a glass of water.
After drinking a cup, he looked at the boy next to him and asked, "Are you having any difficulty writing a book recently?"
"No, it went smoothly."
Sang Qingyan answered.
He just started a new book this week and uploaded 20,000 words on the first day so that he could apply for security review and sign the contract. After signing the contract, he updated 8,000 words every day.
Some readers found out that he was not going to write a second book, and they cursed at his new book. But the curses helped to increase the popularity of his new book, and on the first day of its release, there were thousands of readers following his lead.
Lin Wannian nodded and said earnestly: "There may be few readers in the first month of the book, but when it reaches 80,000 words, readers will gradually come. You should save up your manuscripts now, and write as much as you can while inspiration strikes."
During working hours, Lin Wannian is so busy with work that he has almost no time to talk. When he returns home, he says whatever he wants to say, a lot of nonsense.
"Okay." Sang Qingyan agreed with Lin Laonian's advice.
After talking so much, he couldn't help feeling a little thirsty, Lin Wainian said as he drank another glass of water.
After drinking a few glasses of water, I felt sleepy.
Lin Wannian felt dizzy, but he still endured it and said to Sang Qingyan: "I want to sleep, you go back and write first."
Sang Qingyan raised an eyebrow: "So early? It's not even eight o'clock yet."
"Huh? Really? Then I might be too tired from work." Lin Wannian felt that his brain was not working well, so he stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
With a 'thump' sound.
Seeing this, Sang Qingyan hurried in and saw Lin Wannian sleeping in a spread-eagle position with red cheeks.
He stood at the door, looking deeply for a long time, and when he saw that the other party had completely closed his eyes, he called out, "Brother Lin."
“…”
No response was received.
Sang Qingyan had a smile on his face. He sat beside the bed and watched quietly for about half an hour before he climbed onto the bed, leaned over, held the young man's cheeks with both hands, and kissed that delicate face.
After tracing the entire face, he stopped at the pair of upturned lips.
The lips are very soft.
It makes people want to explore more deeply.
Although he knew that the person in his arms would not wake up at the moment, Sang Qingyan did not dare to be presumptuous. He just tasted it briefly, biting and grinding the corner of the young man's lips, then moving down, with his lips pressed against his neck.
They were all covered with his saliva and left his marks.
Sang Qingyan whispered: "Brother Lin, in my later years, what should I do if I love you so much?"
Following, Sang Qingyan's caress.
The young man who was originally sleeping soundly also responded and made a humming sound.
"How can you love me?"
Hearing the low murmur in his ears, Lin Wannian fell deeper into sleep. He felt that the voice was a little familiar, but he couldn't figure out who it was and could only think vaguely.
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