Rose with Snow

It's not difficult to simply tie up Huai Xu, but thinking of the specific requirements...

With a little guilty conscience, Song Yingshi followed Huai Xu into the room.

She was thinking about things to herself, not paying attention that the navigation had reached the destination, but Huaixu still took a step and followed her.

Huaixu stopped suddenly, and she also stood behind.

Huaixu turned back and stuffed an orange into her hand:

"Go play, peel it off and let it go, I'll eat it later."

The tone is like coaxing a child, full of patience, and a little smile.

"..."

Song Yingshi threw the oranges on the table, and when Huai Xu opened the suitcase and began to put things away, she looked at the task countdown with less than 2 hours left.

Saying that he is not in a hurry, Song Yingshi felt a little indescribable.

Strictly speaking, it's not that the task time is approaching anxious and spurring, but it's a strange feeling that I finally have to do something that I already knew would happen.

Keep simulating scenarios in your mind, speculating about possible situations, overturning and starting again.

She pretended to be calm, and no one wanted to see her true emotions. nervous and expectant.

Huaixu became the eye of the room, and every move made the air swirl.

Song Yingshi simply took back the oranges and peeled them to divert his attention.

Just the smell of oranges on her hands was hard to resist her thoughts. She moved her peripheral vision away from Huaixu, and within a minute she fell back again.

Huai Xu put the clothes in the closet, next to Song Yingshi's clothes, when they were placed side by side, there was no intimacy.

"Let's go, get your clothes."

Huaixu moved away.

Song Yingshi's nightgown was easy to find. She hugged the nightgown and rummaged through the accessories drawer in the closet for a while, picking up a white hairband that was very familiar.

During the training camp, she used this hairband to cover Song Yingshi's eyes.

Huaixu holds the end of the hairband and hangs down:

"What are you doing with this?"

Song Yingshi glanced at it:

"Wait a minute."

Song Yingshi said, she let go of her hand, but the hair band was left in Huaixu's hand.

Huai Xu raised her eyebrows and asked to look at each other.

Song Yingshi didn't seem to notice, turned around and walked to the bathroom, and after a while, there was an intermittent sound of water.

Before Huai Xu finished tidying up, she put the hairband on Song Yingshi's bedside table.

After Huai Xu finished washing and blowing her hair, and was combing her hair that was still warm, she turned her head and saw Song Ying covering the camera.

Huaixu looked at her with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of being heard?"

After the third public holiday, the relationship between the two has just been revealed. At this time, it was the trainee and the camera Baita again and again, like many more eyes were watching them, especially when they were alone, some things were even more difficult to restrain.

Even if you don't do anything, it's hard to guard against leaking a secret in a few words.

Hearing this, Song Yingshi really raised her hand to unplug the power supply, and turned her head to look at Huaixu with deep meaning.

Huaixu was inexplicable: "What?"

Song Yingshi shook his head.

Huai Xu's actions have become more and more silent recently. It was the first time she saw Huai Xu dig a hole for herself, not to mention, it was really cool.

Song Yingshi was inexplicably relaxed, and she became more and more confident about what happened next.

After finishing the camera, Song Yingshi turned to turn off the lights, leaving only two small ceiling lamps by the bedside.

The burgundy nightgown floated and swayed as she walked, and the silk satin was unmistakably soft and smooth. She was like a layer of flowing red wine, intoxicating in the dark night.

In this way, Song Yingshi was too attractive. Huaixu put down her comb, put her hand on the table and stood up. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Huaixu's toes changed direction and walked over to open the door.

"What's up?"

"..."

In front of the door, Xing Huan blinked and crossed Huaixu to see most of the bedroom darkened, and when Song Ying was wearing a nightgown, she suddenly felt that she should not be here.

It turns out that only their group of single dogs are still hilarious, and they have to sleep because of the nightlife!

Adults are embarrassed on their feet and not on their faces. Xing Huan put on a fox face and said sternly and quickly:

"Tomorrow, the business will start at 6:30. I will come to say good night to you."

After speaking, Xing Huan took the initiative to take the door and walked to the next door.

As a considerate teammate, she voluntarily rolled.

inside the door.

Huaixu laughed while looking at the closed door, the warmth was placed behind her, a pair of hands came from behind, her eyes were dark, covered with a cool cloth.

She immediately remembered the hairband.

Song Yingshi rubbed her chin on her shoulder silently, smiled softly, gropingly raised her hand to rub her hair, turned her face and smelled the fragrance in her hair.

Huaixu whispered: "What do you want to do?"

Song Yingshi didn't speak, and there was a long and narrow shadow on her collarbone.

The lamp was on by the head of the bed, and they rubbed their ears in the dark, like a fluffy moth entangled in a tangle, walking towards the light toward the lamp.

Huaixu tripped under her feet and threw herself on the bed. Before she could get up, Song Yingshi bullied herself up.

She released her hand, and the hair tie hung loosely on the bridge of Huai Xu's nose, and the ends were scattered between her ears. Song Yingshi took advantage of the situation and brushed her long hair.

At this moment, she knelt on both sides of Huai Xu's body.

Song Yingshi didn't notice that her nightgown was rolled up, revealing her plump and greasy thighs.

Beneath her, Huaixu let the hairband cover her eyes, and she was dimly lit. She lowered her eyes and glimpsed the spring light from the gap.

At a glance, the white glaze flows gold.

Huai Xu's eyes darkened, she reached out her hand, and was held by Song Yingshi halfway through.

Song Yingshi counted her fingers slowly, with a condescending look:

"Let you touch it?"

She lifted her chin, her gorgeous face was full of aggressiveness, and the corners of her burgundy skirt swayed with layers of enchanting waves.

Huai Xu was just doing what she wanted, but her mouth became dry when she saw it. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and sat up with strength from her waist. Halfway through, she was pushed back by Song Yingshi's head.

Like two springs against each other, one advances and one retreats.

The lights flickered.

Huai Xu whispered: "How can it be possible?"

Song Yingshi's breath stagnated when she asked her, and she thought a little bit maliciously. Sure enough, this hand tying didn't wrong Huaxu, it was simply planning for a rainy day.

"Tonight, no."

After she finished speaking, she grabbed Huaixu and reached out her hand, and then pressed it together with the other hand on the pillow above Huaixu's head. Finally, she lowered her head, picked up the hairband on Huaixu's chest, and moved with it.

The end of the hairband slipped over Huai Xu, along the long neck, chin, and was bitten by another lip.

Song Yingshi glanced at Huaixu, Huaixu loosened her teeth, and the hairband was free again. It wiped the bridge of her nose, eyelashes, and forehead, and fell to Huaixu's wrist like a feather.

Even though she was in a lower position, Huaixu's eyes were always ambitious, and when she looked at Song Ying's wanton bloom, she secretly figured out how to get what she wanted tonight.

Song Yingshi's intentions first appeared until the headband fell on her hand, her eyes opened slightly, and the bottom of her eyes poured out unexpectedly.

When they looked at each other, Song Yingshi smiled at her, and the next second, Huai Xu's two wrists were tightly bound together.

Huaixu struggled, but her hair tie was not loosened at all. She narrowed her eyes and said with a smile:

"What do you want to do?"

"It's not the first time I've pulled you to do something stupid, didn't you know it earlier?"

Song Yingshi answered quite calmly and generously, and even asked rhetorically.

Huaixu looked a little strange, and said slowly:

"So, when are you going to tell me why?"

Song Yingshi didn't answer, she just said, "You're going to confess so soon?"

Huaixu smiled: "Don't you want me to ask?"

If she didn't want to, she wouldn't have asked so arrogantly just now.

Song Ying was dumbfounded for a while, and muttered, "Forget it."

Huai Xu replied quickly: "Why forget it?"

After answering a few questions, Song Yingshi felt that Huai Xu was a little annoyed, so how could she concentrate on her tasks?

Song Yingshi simply straddled her, grabbed her collar and blurted out:

"We've only been together for a few days, and my girlfriend's body hasn't entered yet, so she wants her soul to be honest with each other? No need."

In the silence, Huaixu looked up at her, and a warm light reflected in her eyes, she repeated:

"girlfriend."

"..."

Song Yingshi said fiercely:

"Why are you calling me?"

Huaixu had a genuine smile, she seemed to recall it, and Song Ying's face became hot when she saw that look. Huaixu moved her hands and shouted again:

"Girlfriend, untie, I want to complete the prerequisites for soul honesty."

Her tone was calm, and her eyes were full of scorching anxiety and devastation. After he finished speaking, he also bent his slender legs against the top.

Song Yingshi was unstable and almost fell on her.

Now Song Yingshi is even more fortunate that she tied Huaixu, thinking that she admitted that a commercial CP can make Huaixu out of control, now Huaixu must be thinking...

Song Yingshi didn't think about it anymore, and reached out to turn off the last two lights.

The night suddenly came, and for a moment, Song Yingshi seemed to hear the rushing tide.

She sat down:

"be honest."

In the darkness, there was a low-pitched inhalation sound from Huai Xu, and a warning sentence:

"Song Yingshi, you should be honest."

"Your waist isn't that bad, is it? It's nothing."

honest? Have you decided to be honest? The lights were turned off and people were tied up. Song Yingshi had no worries, and let go of her shame.

"Just lie down and enjoy it, let me come."

Huai Xu sneered, obviously, based on past experience, she didn't think Song Yingshi was capable at all.

"You can only speak your mind." Hard work and seconds.

"Have you experienced it?"

"..."

Song Ying was fluent for a while, but after she finished speaking, she felt that this sentence was too astringent. She simply shut up and worked hard.

There are only two specific requirements for the task. After polishing with Jinjiang brushwork, one is to stick with Huaixu, and the other is to rub off.

Song Yingshi started to move.

After her eyes got used to the night, Huai Xu could gradually see Song Yingshi's shadow.

She stretched out, and after a while, the soft burgundy silk flowed down to the waist of Huaxu, swaying gently.

A hand fell lightly on Huaixu's shoulder like a feather, hooking up her thin shoulder straps.

She is like a flower that has been stripped, the petals have lost their support and restraint, and at midnight, they are like snow-white soft double-petaled peony blooming layer by layer, enchanting and holy.

But there was a red rose in the same bottle as her, one head taller than her, and hung down enthusiastically, the petals pressed close, kissing her lightly and gently, and refused to leave for a long time.

Like a red candle melted and dripped onto the white peony, red, smooth, moist, and hot.

Two people on fire.