Mist - Chapter 101

Where will Song Qinglan go during the monsoon rain?

Originally, she had been asleep during the rainy season. Song Qinglan decided to take him home directly and make him something to eat when he woke up. Now that she woke up halfway through the rainy season, Song Qinglan changed her mind.

“Take you to dinner.” Song Qinglan said, “What do you want to eat?”

During the monsoon rains, I was so hungry that my chest and my back were hungry. In fact, I woke up from hunger. After thinking about it, I cooperated and said, “I want to eat hot pot.”

Song Qinglan: “Hot pot?”

During the rainy season: “Yes, the very spicy kind.”

Song Qinglan is very familiar with Jiang Cheng, and this request will certainly not stump him. The two have been together for so long during the holidays, and he has already figured out the taste of monsoon rains-the steps of their two being in love are completely opposite to those of ordinary couples. Usually couples gradually understand each other’s preferences before they are attracted and come together. Naturally, they don’t have the trouble of touching each other’s preferences, but they are together first before they come to study what each other likes in their daily lives.

During the rainy season, he likes spicy food and sweet food. Unlike his own deserted appearance, he prefers heavy food.

Song Qinglan doesn’t pick anything, not only likes to eat but also likes to make, the two get together unexpectedly.

At an intersection, Song Qinglan turned the steering wheel, went to a hot pot restaurant that was open late at night, and found a quiet private room.

The appetite during the monsoon rains seems to have never been better. I ate hard, my eyes were flushed with hotness, my nose was sweaty, and I drank a bottle of cold beer.

Someone came to say hello to Song Qinglan in the private room, and the owner of this store turned out to be Song Qinglan’s comrade-in-arms.

The three chatted for a few words. The friend was not at all curious about his identity during the rainy season. During the rainy season, he immediately thought of Xue Zhao, who he had met in the skydiving club last time.

I’m afraid that Song Qinglan’s coming out and having a boyfriend has already spread in his interpersonal circle.

After the friend left, during the rainy season, he asked, “A lot of your comrades have changed careers.”

Song Qinglan ordered a bottle of drink, unscrewed the lid and handed it to him during the monsoon rains, let him eliminate the spiciness in his mouth: “The few who changed careers were all those who had to retire because of their old injuries. It’s better. In fact, in their opinion, we can be regarded as a career change. Guardians and troops are still different.”

During the monsoon rains, the lips are red and hot, and the eyes are as clean as they have been washed with water: “If you weren’t a guardian, what would you do?”

Song Qinglan thought for a while: “There shouldn’t be that kind of possibility.”

During the rainy season: “Why?”

Song Qinglan: “If I don’t be a guardian, how can I meet you again?”

This statement makes sense.

If Song Qinglan hadn’t really become a guardian, he would always be just the “Han Han” in his impression during the rainy season.

I drank a drink during the rainy season, and when I looked up, I realized that Song Qinglan was still looking at him: “What?”

Song Qinglan’s eyes were much deeper than usual.

After experiencing that separation, he changed a lot in his mind.

For him, sitting here at this time, sitting in a down-to-earth hot pot restaurant, watching the lively monsoons to eat is already a luxury.

Time has changed the world and gifted it.

No matter what the cause and effect are, no matter how one circle connects to another circle, it is enough as long as they are still together.

“I’m thinking.” Song Qinglan said, “If I grew up in Ningcheng and went to the same elementary and middle school as you, what would happen?”

Never thought of this problem during the rainy season.

He couldn’t imagine what would happen if Song Qinglan had been with Song Qinglan since childhood.

“You asked me just now, what do you think about seeing the seventeen-year-old.” Song Qinglan continued, “I had only one thought at the time, that is-if I had never left Ningcheng, would we be together earlier? In that case, you won’t be so lonely. I may accompany you through the coming-of-age ceremony and enter the sky with you, but it doesn’t matter whether I become a guardian or not.”

During the monsoon rains, he thought about it and said seriously: “Maybe in another parallel world, things are really developing like you said.”

The universe is infinite, and the world is infinite.

The different choices people make may produce countless parallel worlds, each of which has a different life.

And he and Song Qinglan happened to be one of them.

Song Qinglan smiled: “If I have a chance, I want to go to such a parallel world to see.”

It is almost early morning after eating hot pot.

Song Qinglan drove the car into the garage, then into the elevator, and went directly to the entrance door.

Because of work, Song Qinglan moved out of the house in recent years. There is no trace of life in this house except for him. Even Lao Zhou and his teammates rarely have the opportunity to come, especially during the rainy season. Never been.

As soon as you enter the door, the intelligent system is automatically awakened, and the spacious and bright living room appears in front of the eyes during the rainy season.

The white-toned decoration can be regarded as minimalist. At first glance, there are only carpets and sofas in the living room, and the three-meter-high and seven-eight-meter-long floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the night view of the river city and become the best decoration of this house.

The housekeeping robot slid and walked, very automatically picking up the items for the owner and the guests and hanging them up, and according to Song Qinglan’s habit, slid to the bathroom to fill him with water to prepare for a bath.

In the rainy season, I went into the living room and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows first.

He found that from this angle, he could see the suspended train tracks surrounding Jiangcheng to the distance.

A pair of arms hugged the monsoon rain from behind, and immediately afterwards, his ears were lightly bitten by his teeth, causing a numbness and itching behind his ears.

Song Qinglan did not constrain, let alone feel too sudden. She only relied on her height advantage to take advantage of it openly: “In the bubble world, after you leave, I will stand here and imagine whether those trains will take you from Ningcheng next time. .”

During the monsoon rain, the Adam’s apple rolls up and down, but his expression remains indifferent.

Song Qinglan asked again: “Will you come?”

When the monsoon rain was about to speak, Song Qinglan kissed him on the neck, and then licked it with the tip of her tongue ambiguously. The subtle sound of water fell into the monsoon rain, making him forget what he was going to say.

Song Qinglan said in a soft kiss: “Counselor Ji, it’s late.”

“Yeah.” During the monsoon rain, his back shuddered slightly in such a kiss, “Go take a bath.”

The tone of this sentence is a little light, and his breathing is unstable.

The content of what he said was full of disgust, because he couldn’t tolerate his own taste during the monsoon rains.

In fact, the two of them both smell of hot pot, which does not smell very good.

But Song Qinglan didn’t mind at all. With his head buried between his neck during the monsoon rain, he smelled the breath of his body during the monsoon rain, which made him fall in love with the smoke.

He didn’t stop teasing, and looked at the monsoon rain from the reflection of the French windows like a joke: “Wash together? How about doing something to digest by the way.”

Looking at the other person’s expression on the glass during the rainy season: “…”

Of course what should happen when the two are together, they didn’t plan to go around in circles, otherwise why would they fall in love.

He just regrets why he wants to eat hot pot. Wouldn’t it be better to come directly?

“Let’s go together.” Song Qinglan still looked at him from the reflection, encouraging the evil spirits, “It’s not that they haven’t been washed together.”

Their most recent step so far was that night at the skydiving club.

Originally, Song Qinglan took a bath for him, but the situation changed after the washing, and the two people made the bathroom into a mess.

Before refusing to wait for the monsoon rain, Song Qinglan slammed behind him and demonstrated how eager she was.

During the monsoon rain, my scalp was numb, and my hand subconsciously pressed the glass in front of me to stabilize my figure: “Don’t you—”

“Can’t help it.” Song Qinglan said, “You feel it.”

During the monsoon rain, he turned his face up and pressed it head-on on the glass.

“I can’t see it, you’re torturing me in those cycles.” Song Qinglan covered her body, bumped again from the front to show her eagerness, and then looked at the season rain with a deep gaze, “How about it, isn’t it in a hurry? ?”

Song Qinglan’s eyes seemed to be igniting a fire, her mouth was blatantly rascal, and her movements were fierce.

When the two looked at each other, he only lowered his head and kissed gently on his lips during the monsoon rain, like touching a beloved baby, full of cherishment.

This person is so trapped that he can fall asleep directly in the command center.

I have been drowsy on the way home from the hot pot just now. The time to wake up is always very short. It seems that I want to sleep back all the sleep that I have missed in the past ten years. If he didn’t do something while he was still awake, Song Qinglan would be reluctant to wake him up.

Song Qinglan kissed him again: “During the rainy season…”

The soft lips touch and then separate.

It was like their first kiss.

During the rainy season, his heart beats very fast, thanks to his memory, just such a shallow kiss, he automatically recalled all the details when Song Qinglan kissed him. He knows what Song Qinglan might do next, he knows how he will be kissed to make his whole body soft, and he also knows that that feeling will deprive him of all his strength and let him let Song Qinglan ask for what he wants.

As a result, his body began to heat up.

He asked Song Qinglan: “Do you know what to do to really digest?”

After asking, he was cold and cold, and it was Song Qinglan who picked him up: “I would like to hear the details.”

While speaking, Song Qinglan was already walking towards the bathroom with her legs open. During the monsoon rain, she had to hook his neck again, barely stabilizing her voice and said three words in his ear.

Song Qinglan paused quickly, her body lines were tight for a moment, her voice became hoarse: “Are you sure?”

“Anyway,” said in a dull voice during the rainy season, “…I don’t want to wear out the skin this time.”

The familiar words made Monsoon uncontrollably reminded of what happened to them last time at the club.

In fact, at that time he thought they would develop to the last step. Who knew the result was a bit beyond his expectations. He thought Song Qinglan didn’t know how to do it. In fact, when he woke up and recalled everything that happened that night, he understood Song Qinglan. How difficult it was to restrain it at that time.

During the rainy season, he is not an abstinent person, and he does not value certain concepts that much.

He doesn’t care about the issues of up and down, let alone whether it is romantic or not, he does what he wants, as long as the other person is the person he wants, he can accept it.

It sounds calm during the rainy season.

For Song Qinglan, it was shocked.

He came back to his senses, pulled away his long legs during the monsoon rain, and wrapped it around his waist rudely: “You said it yourself, I have never heard of such an invitation.”

During the rainy season, he said blankly: “You can choose not to.”

“No?” Song Qinglan sneered, “It seems that you have a misunderstanding of your own attraction.”

Perhaps the previous mischievous teasing in the car had already been on fire, and during the monsoon rains, I knew that I was in some danger at this time.

He was carried to the bathroom by Song Qinglan like a child. On the way, he suddenly began to reflect, and his conscience discovered that he took the initiative to lower his head and kiss Song Qinglan’s lips.

This kind of flattery obviously didn’t help much. Song Qinglan put it on the cold sink during the monsoon, and while intensifying the kiss back to him, she took off her shirt.

In the rainy season, they remembered that they had kissed in this position in the club. The shower head wet Song Qinglan’s clothes and pressed against his warm body. The water slid into their entangled lips and tongue, bringing out a touch of sweetness, and Song Qinglan sucked it all.

Song Qinglan reached into the hem of his clothes, causing his heart to beat wildly.

The hands were large enough to follow the flexible waist, which was also covered with a layer of tight muscles, as if it would be easy to wrap the thin waist in the palm.

During the rainy season, he kissed back, and his hands were not idle.

The sliding sound of the metal zipper sounded.

“You have a big reaction,” he said with his eyelashes down.

“I told you.” Song Qinglan didn’t deny it at all.

I was caught in the rainy season, just like I was turned into a tool man last time.

He controlled Song Qinglan’s hand, and followed Song Qinglan’s movements to follow the same pattern: “Don’t patronize yourself.”

Song Qinglan chuckled, very much in line with this request.

It feels like an itchy boot, maybe a little irritated during the rainy season.

Because of this posture, he didn’t have much room to play. Not only was his hand sore, but he couldn’t control the rhythm like Song Qinglan, until Song Qinglan released his hand and held the two together, he was slightly satisfied.

The housekeeping robot is still in the bathroom, waiting to put the water in to test the water temperature.

At this moment, it was standing in the corner with a stunned head, with a red light on the camera, like a spy monitoring the behavior of the two.

Lying on Song Qinglan’s shoulder during the rainy season, it was difficult to concentrate: “It is watching us.”

Song Qinglan looked back: “Fuck.”

When he let go of the monsoon rain, he lifted the housekeeping robot and threw it outside the bathroom, then closed the door: “I’ve been intimidated, I promise it won’t speak out.”

During the rainy season: “…”

Now they are the only ones in the bathroom.

Song Qinglan took off her clothes and turned around, and walked unobstructed towards the monsoon.

His tall, solid wheat-colored chest, well-defined abdominal muscles and mermaid lines make this mature male figure after years of intensive training look like a perfect sculpture. Just look at it during the rainy season, and you will be deeply impressed. Came to mind.

It is undeniable that Song Qinglan is very obsessed with Song Qinglan’s body during the rainy season.

And the kind of banditry that Song Qinglan possessed undoubtedly made this **** feel extreme.

At this time, the man was like a vigorous cheetah, walking towards his prey in a hunting posture.

The water temperature is not high, even the summer is just right, but the slow process still caused a layer of sweat on Song Qinglan’s forehead.

Biting his shoulder during the rainy season, his usual calm and sensible face, the eyelids were gently closed at this time, mixed with pain, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids, as cold as if not profanity.

They did not stop.

The housekeeping robot was shut outside the door. It may have detected the water overflow, thinking that the situation is dangerous, and it started hitting the door panel and wanted to go in and turn off the faucet.

Click, click again.

It slammed the door panel fast and hard, and stopped after a long sound of muffled noise.

…

This unfamiliar loss of control makes the monsoon season scared.

The fingers were caught.

He felt Song Qinglan’s fingers penetrate his fingers one by one, clasping his fingers tightly.

“look at me.”

He heard Song Qinglan speaking in his ear in a **** hoarse voice.

“You will remember our first time, won’t you?”

Song Qinglan changed the statement: “You will remember… the tremor I brought you.”

“So, look at my face.”

Opened his eyes during the monsoon rain.

The ends of the eyes are red.

Moisture is trapped.

The long night is romantic and gentle.

Song Qinglan gently called his name: “… Hanhan.”

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