Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"..."

Zou Yanzhi opened his mouth, but in the end, no words came out.

Even though he had been teased many times, he still found himself unable to calmly respond to Si Mo's explicit words...

Damn.

Zou Yanzhi was silent for a while, unwilling to be controlled by others. He immediately followed Si Mo's words.

It was even a little unbelievable when I realized what was going on. Could such obscene words really be spoken out loud??!

Although he wrote a lot in his early works, the online literary circle was not strict at that time, and his words were bolder. If it were now, he would not even be able to submit his manuscript, let alone publish it.

Si Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised that Zou Yanzhi had come to his senses so quickly, and also faintly excited.

He thought about the things he had thrown into the shopping cart to assert his sovereignty when he was checking out... He coughed lightly and looked away: "Eat first."

"Hmm... you're very foresighted. The lemon flavor is indeed delicious."

Si Ma leaned back in his chair, scooping at the after-meal dessert spoon by spoon. The sweet but not greasy cream melted in his mouth, leaving a sweet and sour taste on his lips and teeth. The cake base was soft and bursting with the aroma of lime.

After he ate two pieces, he looked very satisfied.

Zou Yanzhi noticed a white stain on Si Mo's lips, took out a tissue and was about to wipe it off for him, but after thinking for a moment, he put his raised hand down again.

Si Mo was wondering why he didn't eat it. This small cake was of moderate sweetness and should be the flavor that Zou Yanzhi liked.

So he put a piece on the empty plate in front of him, looked up and saw Zou Yanzhi looking at him strangely, and couldn't help but be stunned.

The next second, the figure in front of him quickly leaned over, leaving only a blurry afterimage before his eyes. Then the corners of his lips became wet, as if something extremely soft had gently touched them and then licked his lips.

When they separated, Zou Yanzhi even had an expression of wanting more, staring at the surprise in Si Mo's eyes, and nodded in agreement: "I think it's delicious, too."

...the best thing you said is cake.

The sudden heavy rain outside the window lasted the entire night and showed no sign of stopping, with thunder rumbling from time to time, which was exactly what someone wanted.

Of course, Si Mo moved his sleeping place from the second bedroom next door to Zou Yanzhi's master bedroom.

Benben watched helplessly as the Fox God, who once summoned millions of heavenly thunders without blinking, forced out two tears, huddled in the arms of the Lord God and said he was afraid.

[……] Why do I feel like I’m eating a mouthful of dog food?

【呵tui(╯＞д＜)╯】

Everything seemed to go smoothly and smoothly. At dawn, Zou Yanzhi was glad that he had thrown two boxes in.

If I only take one...it's really not enough.

—

The next morning, the rain outside the window finally stopped. When Si Mo opened his eyes, he found that there was no one around him and the temperature was icy cold. Zou Yanzhi must have been up for a long time.

He relied on the pain shield to sit up and subconsciously glanced at the ground - those T-shirts had been cleaned up and did not look as messy as they did last night.

But there was still a faint scent of lime in the air, and he didn't know if it was his illusion or something else.

How could it be such a coincidence?! What Zou Yanzhi bought… just happened to have this flavor.

Just yesterday he said that the cake was delicious, and Zou Yanzhi pressed and tortured him all night. He also told him to eat more.

...What a beast!

After taking a break, Si Mo drank the warm water at the bedside before opening the door and going out. He could not see Zou Yanzhi anywhere.

As we approached the stairs to the second floor, we heard a faint sound coming from the door of the study room on one side which was not closed tightly.

The crisp clicking sound continues.

Almost all writers know that it is the sound of typing.

Zou Yanzhi is finally willing to write?

As if confirming this, Si Mo stayed for a while before retreating quietly.

The most taboo thing when creating is being disturbed, which is the habit of most great authors.

After washing up, Si Mo decided to wait for him, so he searched the refrigerator for a peach to eat. Just then, a new message came to his mobile mailbox: urging him to check WeChat.

The sender's prefix was the name of another literary society, and this email address was specially prepared for her.

He has two WeChat accounts on his mobile phone, one of which he often uses to add social contacts, and the other one is not often used, which is the one the editor wanted him to log in to.

[Editor-Chang Cheng: White sludge Rolls!!! Danger!]

[Editor-Chang Cheng: Your 200,000-word scheduled manuscript is about to be published, why don’t you send any new ones? ? ! Are you going to stop publishing too? ]

Si Mo frowned and typed: [No.]

After getting his promise, the editor, whose life was hanging by a thread, finally felt relieved.

Si Mo: [Why so fast? How many days are left?]

A scheduled publication of 4,000 words a day shouldn't be this short.

[Editor-Chang Cheng: Seven days! Seven days at most! Where have you been recently, Laws? I can’t make appointments with anyone, and you often don’t reply to WeChat messages. You’re making me panic! ]

She thought Si Mo was on vacation abroad, and she only had such a precious author in her hands. Whether she could get a promotion and a raise at the end of this year depended entirely on him, and keeping an eye on him was more important than her life.

[I checked the main company and found out that the editor lied to you. There are still ten days left to save the manuscript.]

It is a common problem among part-time editors, and they are used to preparing for a rainy day. It is normal to falsely report the number of manuscripts in reserve to pressure authors to produce more, so Si Mo did not believe it completely and asked Ben Tong to check it out, and indeed he found something fishy.

Si Mo: [I’m in China and have been busy with some things recently.]

The Orange Editor was puzzled for a moment, then immediately understood; [Oh~ Is there something wrong with your part-time job offline?]

[Editor-Chang Cheng: To be honest, I don’t quite understand. You are already a platinum and hall of fame writer on the website. Wouldn’t it be better to write full-time? Why do you want to do another job?]

[Editor-Chang Cheng: Your offline job must be a big-name state-owned enterprise with a monthly income of one million, right?]

"..."

Si Mo wanted to say that the salary of Mu Yun’s editor-in-chief job was not even as high as yours…

[No. Five thousand five hundred a month.]

[Editor-Chang Cheng: ???????? ????]

The keyboard sounds from upstairs suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of footsteps. Si Mo looked up and saw that the door was pushed open and a figure walked out.

It took her a while to come back to her senses, and she thought, the psychological circuits of the great god are indeed beyond the understanding of ordinary people like them! !

Maybe Teacher Bai Yu wants to experience the life of a cow or a horse?

[Editor-Chang Cheng: Okay, then when can you submit the manuscript? And the publisher is going to reprint it recently. If you are not busy, can we meet at a coffee shop sometime soon?]

Si Mo: [I know how to handle the manuscript, let’s talk about the rest later, I’ve been really busy lately.]

[Editor-Chang Cheng: What are you busy with? ? ]

Si Mo typed the last line concisely and turned off the phone. At that time, Zou Yanzhi just came out and looked at him from a distance.

Across from the phone, the female editor dropped her phone on the ground and forgot to pick it up. Her mouth opened wide.

The last chat interface had a sentence: [Busy with love.]