The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

Li Ansi was flustered at the time, and it was too late to think about it. He really didn't imagine the scene of shaving his chest with an electric razor.

"I...I will shave it clean."

Zhao Qingyi sat on his lap and sighed, "It's still longer and more luxuriant after being shaved."

Zhao Qingyi raised her head at a 38-degree angle of sadness, and Li Ansi was also sad. He was so indifferent. His girlfriend took the initiative to come to him. Now sitting on him like this, can he not move?

He quietly stretched out his hand, clung to her waist, and looked at her carefully and eagerly.

Zhao Qingyi knew that she had misunderstood him now, because her thoughts were not pure, but now the heat from his palm was not misunderstood.

"Yiyi...I will take care of it, you won't see Maosheng." She saw it all, and it was useless not to admit it.

Zhao Qingyi looked at his chest red all over, stretched out his hand and touched it, and said, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Deserve it, who made you grow it!"

"..."

He finally had a man's domineering, suddenly turned her over and overwhelmed her, and then suddenly kissed her. He kissed her passionately and went to take off her clothes. Zhao Qingyi originally planned to spoil him, besides, she was at a time when she was in a normal mood.

She didn't carry the chastity memorial arch, and she had to study so hard, so did she still have to live according to other people's memorial standards?

It only depends on whether she wants it, whether she is happy or not, the man has to be willing, and she never considers anything else.

She took off his bathrobe and responded to hug him. He was encouraged and took off her sweater, only wearing a flesh-colored sporty cotton underwear inside. The flesh-colored color accentuates her fair, healthy and young skin.

He held her forehead, held her cheek, and sprayed the heat on her face. He couldn't help showing a look of intoxication. He kissed her affectionately, touched her and hugged her, seeking his heaven.

Men and women of the most beautiful age can communicate in thoughts, rush to the gifts of natural creations, and share the ebb and flow of the waves, the clouds and the rain, the melons are ripe and the water channels are natural.

After several winds and rains, Zhao Qingyi cuddled in his arms. At this time, there was a bit of a woman's attitude. Gein had some things determined by the physical difference between men and women, not by thoughts.

Li Ansi kissed her on the forehead. At this moment, he was contented like a big cat with a good meal, lazy enough to be charming.

"Yiyi, do you... still like it?"

Zhao Qingyi scratched his chest, watching half of his clean skin, while the other half was a little longer, and did not speak.

Li Ansi said: "It will not affect our being together."

Zhao Qingyi stretched out lazily and said: "I used to see posters of male stars, and there are also many male athletes among our athletes, including gymnastics, diving, and swimming. They show off their chest muscles, so sexy. What they don't have."

Li Ansi said: "They shaved, and you can't see it again."

"..."

Zhao Qingyi hummed twice and sighed. He kissed her **** the face and said, "Come again?"

...

The spring night rose up in a short day, and the queen raised her waist and dozed off.

Zhao Qingyi rarely wakes up so late. Look at the clock in front of Ansi Li's counter. It is already half past eight, but the winter in Boston at 52 degrees and 58 minutes in the northern hemisphere is just brighter.

The man beside him has already got up to make breakfast for the heroine. ——That is the treatment that the female protagonist of Wanyan has.

Her boyfriend yawned, then pulled her back, hugged her, covered her with the quilt, a little satisfied.

"Thanksgiving! Sleep more."

Zhao Qingyi was held by him, lying on his body, pinching his nose, and said: "It's half past eight!"

"It's only half past eight? It's still early, but we are almost four o'clock in the study."

"..."

Li Ansi hugged her tightly, sighed, and said: "Yiyi, I really work hard for you. From now on, you can't bother!"

Zhao Qingyi twisted his ears and groaned: "Are you greedy and lazy for me?"

Li Ansi sighed and sighed, "Tired and hungry, as if to get up to eat..."

Zhao Qingyi couldn't laugh or cry: "Aren't men supposed to say that they won't be tired?"

Li Ansi chuckled: "That's not a person, it's a patient and a weirdo. You are studying biomedical engineering, don't say such funny things."

Zhao Qingyi was speechless, anyway, he probably felt that there was no need to pretend to be in front of her.

He kissed her lips contentedly, and then said, "Get up to eat, Maria should make breakfast."

When he got up, he took her to the bathroom to take a shower. The man with no ethics said he was tired, and he clung to him and teased.

As a result, it was already half past ten when he took a shower and went out of the room on an empty stomach. At this time, the athlete's physical fitness Zhao Qingyi was also weak in his legs.

The Filipino servant Maria only smiled when she saw them, and said in English: "Mr. Li, Ms. Zhao, Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Maria!"

Maria went to bake them bread, fried eggs, and warmed the milk to serve them, Li Ansi supported her cheeks, but her eyes couldn't leave her, like a spider's silk sprinkled in a web and caught her.

Zhao Qingyi thought: Once a man is pet, it is easy to go to the house. Last night, today's half day was so romantic. Shouldn't I be a little bit persevering in my life?

Today is Thanksgiving, forgive yourself for indulgence.

Just like that, Zhao Qingyi said that if they didn't study or work on Thanksgiving, the two went out shopping. Although the streets were more lively than usual, most of the shops were closed.

Li Ansi hugged his girlfriend and liked to stick to her, and she would kiss her from time to time. Zhao Qingyi would stick with him as well, so she didn't need to carry it on her back.

"Tomorrow is Black Friday, and I will talk about shopping tomorrow."

Zhao Qingyi has forgotten this American custom. It turns out that the "Double Eleven" in the United States is about to arrive.

Zhao Qingyi joked: "Does it get free shipping, dear?"

"what?"

"Haha." Zhao Qingyi thought for a while, and said: "Can't shop, what are we doing out in such a cold day?"

Li Ansi was once again defeated by her strong reasons, but still a weak suggestion: "Feel the atmosphere of Thanksgiving, I will take a video for you, and you can send it to your home."

"You have average skills."

"How can I improve without practicing?"

Zhao Qingyi thought about her hair and wear. She thought: DV is DV. The best actress like her can perform a movie well even with her mobile phone.

So the two shot a short film on the street to introduce the atmosphere and scenery of the streets of Boston. Zhao Qingyi also tried to ask some pedestrians on the street to ask them to introduce Thanksgiving in the United States through the use of being a beautiful girl.

Most Americans will proudly and generously introduce a few words, Massachusetts is the origin of Thanksgiving.

The two went home after playing on the street at around three o'clock, cooking and roasting the turkey by themselves. Maria bought enough ingredients in the morning, and some supermarkets were still closed. After all, everyone needed to eat.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner and no other programs, Zhao Qingyi asked the programmer to edit the video, and she used this time to do tasks that were not completed yesterday.

With Zhao Qingyi's codeword count, he only wrote about 5,000 words, so he cut it out and came over to tease her.

This little fairy, he only cared about his own happiness, and disregarded my great country! Is the Qing Dynasty going to perish?

You little fairy is too clear to see too much, do you want to stand alone and still love the world?

I am not Huang Taiji, nor is it Yongzheng!

Therefore, she insisted on writing 100 more words.

...

On Black Friday, Zhao Qingyi decided to take a look at the "Double Eleven" of future generations that will not be free shipping. However, she is a real dit. She does not buy ordinary daily necessities. She bought a lot of things in advance from a brand-name store, anyway, a month. I'm going back to China later.

The things in American brand stores are much cheaper than those in China, and some are much cheaper than those on Hong Kong Island.

She has seen that American girls are actually as ruthless as the women of flower growers, and those high-quality and cost-effective products are also fast and slow.

Zhao Qingyi made a **** path through seven in and seven outs, and felt the joy of mortal victory. But the pack horse followed her just begging her not to be so brave.

When have people heard of horses?

These are something to follow.

But it said that the two days of the weekend passed unconsciously. At this time, Zhao Qingyi was not so corrupt, and the amount of work and study of eight hours a day and the amount of exercise for two hours were still maintained, otherwise, she would not cherish herself too much.

She finally completed the first series she wrote in the United States during the Thanksgiving holiday, printed the first manuscript with the printer she just bought, and printed two sets of copies, each of which was carefully divided into four volumes. .

On Sunday, despite Li Ansi's reluctance, Zhao Qingyi urged to return to school.

...

Zhao Qingyi discovered that Cynthia was trying hard to read during the Thanksgiving holiday. When she saw her, there were still two dark circles under her eyes. Zhao Qingyi brought back some cookies made by Maria and gave it to Cynthia.

"I think you look very tired, you have to cherish your body."

Cynthia said: "The exam is about to go in ten days, and I don't want to make a mistake."

"My dear, you can definitely do it."

Besides, she really didn't know what to say. If it is an ordinary middle school student in China, she can also share the learning methods, but for international students entering Harvard, who doesn't have a few sets of secrets that are most suitable for them?

"Michelle, thank you."

Zhao Qingyi smiled slightly, and then devoted himself to some of the homework that Fang Gang had not done because of the young blood and energy who had not resisted the temptation of beauty.

...

On Monday afternoon, Zhao Qingyi found Laurence, a friend of the Student Union. He was a junior in economics. She invited him to dinner after finishing the last class in the afternoon.

Although Lawrence knew that Michelle was very good, he thought that she was already versatile. After all, she was a flower grower, and she didn't read English or literature, so he didn't have high expectations of her.

We are all friends, so we can talk during dinner time without delay.

Zhao Qingyi took out a quarter of the manuscript of the first part of "Children of Time and Space".

Lawrence glanced at her, Zhao Qingyi felt that his glance was very informative.

Zhao Qingyi said: "Lawrence, I also trust you more so I want to cooperate with you."

Lawrence exhaled, took the quarter of the manuscript, nodded, and said, "Michelle, I can only guarantee that it will be sent to Martin in the publisher in time, and he is responsible for this."

Zhao Qingyi said: "Lawrence, do you have a little confidence in me? The popular writing I write is definitely different from the most popular in the United States. I write better than them! But if you really have no confidence in me, I will Respect you. I sincerely want to cooperate with you happily and will not force you."