Chapter 173 Why Not Tell Him
The rest of the words were swallowed by him before he could finish them.
When his lips shifted position, he finally found the time to comfort her, "Be good, just close your eyes and feel it..."
Song Shuyan's face felt hot from the body temperature transmitted from him, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.
When she entered the house, she still felt cold, so cold that her fingertips were icy.
His delicate and three-dimensional facial features magnified in front of her, but unfortunately she was really tired today, and no romantic feelings arose in her heart. She just wanted to have a good rest.
Passively accepting his enthusiasm was also very exhausting. She tried to push him away again, saying pitifully, "I'm really tired."
He paused, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead, running across his well-defined collarbone, sinking into his clothes and disappearing.
His eyes seemed to flicker with flames as he began to paint her from her slightly furrowed brows. His aggressive gaze unscrupulously swept across the tip of her round nose and her delicate, rosy lips.
She didn't know how tempting her begging expression was, and how it seemed like she was trying to refuse but also to accept.
He remembered which comrade had said that women like to say the opposite of what they mean, and when a woman says "no", it means "yes".
That must be the case, that's right!
He pinched her chin and kissed her gently again, bewitching her in a hoarse voice.
"Just once, okay?"
There was a pleading look in his wet eyes, like a puppy seeing a bone.
Innocent and pitiful.
She was frightened by his contrasting image. He seemed cold and ruthless on ordinary days, but now he looked so innocent and easy to bully.
Song Shuyan was so dizzy from the kiss that she felt a little emotional. She thought to herself, she could still accept it once.
So he nodded slightly.
"Oh well."
After getting the approval, he stopped restraining himself and continued the passionate kiss down.
Song Shuyan was a little worried, so he fumbled and held two of his fingers, "We agreed on this once..."
"You can't lie."
"Um."
At the very end, tears welled up in Song Shuyan's eyes, "Big liar!"
"Um."
Someone agreed and went back to work.
Some things can easily get out of control.
Early in the morning, Song Shuyan slept until he woke up naturally, and the other half of the bed was no longer filled with his warmth.
She was used to it, looked at her watch, got up, washed, then went into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot to see what breakfast he had left for her.
Drinking vegetable porridge.
Sister Guo from next door came over and smiled ambiguously, "Hey, Xiao Song is up?"
Song Shuyan was sharp-eyed and saw that she was holding a registration form and a pen in her hand.
So he smiled and changed the subject, "What do you want from me, Auntie?"
As expected, Sister Guo stopped teasing her and handed her the registration form. "New Year's Day is coming soon, and our family members can also sign up to participate in the show. We all agree that this difficult task can be entrusted to you."
Sister Guo started playing the emotional card.
"You don't know, we're just rough guys, how could we perform anything like singing or dancing? But the regulations are that family members must submit at least two performances."
Song Shuyan didn't quite understand.
What is the point of forcing family members to perform on stage?
Sister Guo had the same confusion before.
Later, Mrs. Song explained a lot to them, saying that participation was the most important thing, and what if there was an aunt in our family compound who liked to perform on stage but was just embarrassed to do so, or didn't have the opportunity to do so?
How can we have fun together with the people if we just watch the performance of the art troupe without any interaction?
Mrs. Song said a lot, but Sister Guo didn't quite understand.
All I know is that Mrs. Song gave her the task of persuading people to sign up.
Sister Guo asked around with the sisters she was close to in private, and they all waved their hands, saying they couldn't do it. They were either tone-deaf or their hands and feet were stiff, so how could they sing and dance?
Someone came up with an idea.
Aren’t Xiao Song and Guan Yu girls from the city? Let’s ask them for this matter.
Sister Guo is a little afraid of Guan Yu.
She felt that Xiao Song was easier to talk to, so she went to Song Shuyan first.
Song Shuyan was neither resistant nor interested in the task of performing on stage.
That is, she can go or not.
She was silent for a moment. Seeing that she didn't speak, Sister Guo was afraid that she was unwilling.
Busy tempting him with benefits.
"Xiao Song, you should go and participate. I heard that there will be rankings for the New Year's Day performance. The first place prize is five kilograms of meat tickets, the second place prize is three kilograms, and the third place prize is one kilogram."
In Ms. Guo's opinion, this reward is particularly cost-effective.
If she didn't have self-awareness and knew her own limitations, she would have wanted to go on stage and try it!
They don't have this ability.
But Xiao Song looks like an artistic person, maybe she can get into the top three.
It is better to keep the wealth within the family.
If Xiao Song gets into the top three, it will not only bring honor to their families, but Xiao Song himself will also benefit.
Song Shuyan's eyes lit up.
She was indeed interested in sex.
You should know that if you go to a state-owned restaurant to eat, you need a meat ticket to order meat dishes.
But she had no confidence in whether she could get a ranking.
"Girl, just try it!"
Song Shuyan thought about it for a long time, nodded, and everyone around him was silent. Let's give it a try.
Sister Guo was overjoyed and quickly handed her the registration form. "Here, fill it out."
Song Shuyan took it, looked at it, and filled in her name. The name of the performance was left blank. She was wondering what she could perform.
Many of the songs and dances she knows are a bit ahead of the times for today!
Seeing her pause, Sister Guo hurriedly urged, "Why don't you write anymore?"
Song Shuyan said frankly, "I haven't decided what to perform yet."
Sister Guo slapped her thigh and gave her an idea, "Xiao Song, just go up there and sing a song. We'll canvass for votes for you and get everyone to applaud you."
That’s right, in previous years, the rankings were based on which program received the loudest applause after the end of the program, and that program would be ranked first.
A bit of a play.
The performance that wins first place does not have to be particularly professional, but it must be the most popular with the audience.
In Sister Guo's opinion, Xiao Song is blessed with great fortune!
With this face, even if he doesn't sing very well, people will still like to watch him go on stage.
Song Shuyan was in a daze, and was persuaded by Sister Guo to compose a military song that is very popular nowadays.
After completing the program, Sister Guo felt half relieved.
Next, let’s see if Guan Yu is willing to participate.
If that didn't work, she would organize a few programs and sing in chorus.
The important thing is to participate.
At noon, Zhou Jingshen came back with lunch, pursed his lips and had a stern face. Song Shuyan keenly noticed that he seemed angry, but she didn't know what he was angry about.
Although the tone of his voice when he called her to eat and the way he picked up food for her were no different from usual, she felt that his expression was more serious than usual.
Song Shuyan frowned.
She wasn't angry yet, so why was he angry?
snort!
Could it be that he encountered something unhappy outside and brought his emotions back home?
After finishing the meal and clearing the table, Zhou Jingshen stared at her and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
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