The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 97 President, Let’s Sing Together (22)

Qiao Rong decided to trust Qiuqiu again, after all, it is still very reliable most of the time.

Moreover, she couldn't bear to really let it be remade.

So, she gave herself some psychological hints for a long time, and then quietly waited for Duan Yu to come back.

However, waiting and waiting, I don't know how long it has passed, but he has been staying in the study, and there is no sign of coming back.

Qiao Rong played with her fingers boredly, and gradually, the upper and lower eyelids began to fight again.

In the end, she couldn't bear it and fell asleep.

But thinking about things in my heart, I didn't sleep well.

In her sleep, she felt that there seemed to be an unusually cold hand caressing her cheek vaguely.

The force was gentle, along the side of her face, touching lightly one after another, and did not leave for a long time, as if touching it forever.

That posture seemed to be afraid of her waking up, but also seemed to hope that she would wake up.

While Qiao Rong was half asleep and half awake, she suddenly felt a little creepy in her heart.

She stiffened slightly and opened her eyes suddenly, but still couldn't see anything.

Instead, it was the owner of the hand who sensed her waking up and stopped moving.

Then, Qiao Rong felt a cool and light breath, mixed with the faint fragrance of wine, spreading on her cheeks and neck, bringing a numb and itchy feeling.

She couldn't help but flinch, and then tentatively said, "...Duan Yu?"

There was a silence in the dark.

After a long time, Duan Yu responded in a low voice: "Yes."

But he still leaned over, at a close distance, and carefully traced her facial features with his eyes.

Qiao Rong was relieved when he was sure it was him.

Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly remembered her plan before falling asleep.

So, she immediately reached out and grabbed Duan Yu's nightgown, then groped upwards slightly, and grabbed the neckline of his nightgown.

Duan Yu paused, his eyes gradually moved down, looking at the neckline that was about to be loosened by her two little hands.

Qiao Rong didn't stop there.

She found it was useless to grab his neckline, and she still couldn't find the position of his face.

So she touched her hand up the collar again, and she didn't know where she touched it. She only felt that the touch in her palm had changed. It was no longer the soft fabric of the nightgown, but a cold and delicate feeling.

Qiao Rong blinked her eyes, felt it carefully again, and roughly confirmed the position of Duan Yu's chest, so she moved up along his chest again.

Well, further up should be the neck, and above the neck is the face.

Qiao Rong thought silently.

Find the cheek and she can kiss it.

However, just as her hand moved a little, it was suddenly grabbed by a pair of big cold hands and pressed in that position.

Then, Duan Yu's slightly hoarse voice sounded low: "...What are you doing?"

Qiao Rong twitched her hand, but Duan Yu's force was too strong, she couldn't move at all.

In desperation, she had no choice but to ask: "Can you lower your head?"

Duan Yu paused, then moved closer to her obediently.

That light and seductive breath suddenly got closer.

Qiao Rong smelled it carefully and felt a little strange: "Have you been drinking?"

Duan Yu was silent.

Qiao Rong didn't care if he couldn't wait for an answer.

She roughly felt the distance and position, then raised her head slightly, and pecked a certain place lightly.

Duan Yu had been staring at her face closely, but suddenly a touch of warmth pressed against her chin, which was fleeting.

He was stunned and his body froze instantly.

Looking at Qiao Rong, who seemed to be relieved after completing a certain ritual, his eyes suddenly became darker and his voice became hoarse: "...What do you mean?"

Qiao Rong blinked and said seriously, "I'll kiss you, don't be angry, okay?"

Duan Yu's tone was somewhat unclear: "You kissed me just to make me not angry?"

Qiao Rong nodded, and asked a little uncertainly, "Are you still angry?"

Duan Yu was silent for a while, then suddenly pressed his whole body down, covering her above, and whispered: "If you want me to calm down, this alone is not enough..."

Qiao Rong was stunned for a moment, and before she could say anything, her lips were tightly sealed.

There was only a small whimper, and then it was all swallowed.

Duan Yuzai savored her sweet and soft taste carefully, not letting go of any corner, only felt that he was not drunk when he drank, but now he seemed to be drunk.

His breathing gradually became heavier, and his hand involuntarily lifted the hem of her skirt, gently sticking to her delicate, satin-like skin, and then gradually went up.

Qiu Rong trembled because of the cold temperature, and quickly pressed his hand, but he easily brushed it away, and then caressed it inch by inch, lovingly.

Duan Yu's thin lips moved along her cheek to her ear, his voice was hoarse and sultry: "Be good, don't reject me..."

Before she could understand what he said, she fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)