President Ba is playing Cinderella again today

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The seemingly non-existent warmth nourished Xiao Yao's dry heart, but how could a few drops of spring rain do it?

Song Zhishui hadn't completely pushed away, and the faces of the two were only a finger away.

Xiao Yao held Song Zhishui's face in both hands, followed the original position and kissed it, tossing and turning lingeringly.

Song Zhishui simply closed her eyes and indulged in it with her.

Unconscious people are extremely domineering and overbearing, Xiao Yao can no longer be satisfied with shallow pecking, and starts to suck Song Zhishui's thin lips with some strength.

Song Zhishui woke up from the haze, opened her eyes, and refused to let her continue.

Xiao Yao naturally refused and kissed more deeply.

Song Zhishui's breath suddenly suffocated, and she didn't have time to take a breath, but pushing Xiao Yao backfired on her, and the two of them fell under the fluffy and soft bed quilt.

But Xiao Yao still didn't let her go.

Song Zhishui bit Xiao Yao's lip, Xiao Yao felt a little painful, but still refused to leave.Song Zhishui couldn't hold back his strength, and the sweet smell of blood spread between their lips and teeth.

Xiao Yao's lower lip was broken, and it hurt a little.

She backed away, turned her back to Song Zhishui, hugged the quilt and fell asleep aggrieved.

Song Zhishui looked at her sleeping face without any movement.

At night, it was as cool as water outside the window, and the quiet room was brightly lit, and after a while, Xiao Yao's slight and faint breathing sounded.

The shirt was crumpled by Xiao Yao, Song Zhishui quickly took it off, and put it together with the windbreaker.

When Xiao Yao woke up the next day, the feeling of hangover was not as obvious as before, even a little sober.

The heavy sky-blue curtains were tightly closed, and the outside light could not penetrate at all, so it was impossible to tell what time it was.

Xiao Yao opened her eyes and saw a soft and flawless face.

"I'm dreaming," Xiao Yao looked at Song Zhishui's peaceful sleeping face, thinking that she was dreaming, unwilling to just wake up like this, and just wanted to take a few more glances, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

Song Zhishui slowly opened her eyes, and Xiao Yao's infatuation was reflected in her bright and deep eyes.

Song Zhishui stretched one arm out of the quilt, Xiao Yao watched her outstretched white arm, Guolu's shoulders and graceful swan neck.

She was only wearing black suspenders on her upper body, Xiao Yao's nose became hot, she hurriedly covered it and turned around, fearing that she might have a nosebleed.

How embarrassing it would be to see her nosebleed in front of my sister.

Song Zhishui rested her elbows on the pillow, supported her head with one hand, and raised her upper body halfway.

From this angle, you can see Xiao Yao's side face.

Song Zhishui said: "It's only been two years since I saw you, and you despise me so much?"

At this moment, Xiao Yao realized that she was not dreaming, she pulled up the quilt to cover her face, "You are my sister-in-law, it's too late for me to like you, how dare I despise you."

Song Zhishui went to pull down Xiao Yao's quilt, "In this case, come out and watch me and talk to me."

Xiao Yao tensed with all her breastfeeding strength, competing with Song Zhishui.

She still can't face Song Zhishui upright, she has a guilty conscience.

How could she not know what Song Zhishui wanted to ask? The explanation was simple, but it was really difficult to say it.

What's more, there are some things that she doesn't want and can't let Song Zhishui know.

Then the explanation needs to be adulterated. Now she would rather keep silent than lie to her again.

Even once.

Song Zhishui couldn't get the quilt off, so she patted Xiao Yao's buttocks, "I don't think you should be called Xiao Yao anymore, you should be called Xiao Ostrich."

Xiao Yao mumbled under the quilt and said, "You are called an ostrich."

Song Zhishui was angry, but worried that Xiao Yao would be suffocated in the quilt, so she stopped pulling Xiao Yao and got up to get dressed.

Xiao Yao listened to Song Zhishui's movements, and she didn't make any movements when Song Zhishui didn't go out, even though her face was already blushing.

Song Zhishui stood by the door and said to Xiao Yao: "You concealed your identity from me. I can pretend that this incident never happened. However, you left without saying goodbye two years ago and made me miss you day and night for so long. Let me give you a reasonable explanation. When you think about it, come to my house or company, and I will wait for you. "

After Song Zhishui went out and closed the door, Xiao Yao poked her head out from under the quilt, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

There was still Song Zhishui's breath in the air, Xiao Yao turned around and hugged the side of the quilt covered by Song Zhishui.

Song Zhishui went downstairs, Xiao Chen sat drinking tea in the living room.

He didn't need to go to the company today, so he had a rare and comfortable life.

Song Zhishui looked at the scale on the pendulum, it happened to be eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly.

She didn't leave in a hurry, but sat on the sofa.

Xiao Chen warmed the tea and poured it away, and added a cup of Biluochun to Song Zhishui.

"You worked hard last night. I thank you on behalf of my sister, please."

"Please," Song Zhishui picked up the porcelain cup to accept the thank you, and took a sip, "Master Chen, you're welcome, I like your sister very much."

"Really?" Xiao Yao said thoughtfully, "If I remember correctly, you and Xiao Yao knew each other two years ago."

Song Zhishui didn't shy away from it at all, she nodded, "She and I used to be in the relationship of senior sister and junior sister, and later we became good friends."

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Song Zhishui still concealed the deepest relationship with Xiao Yao.

Xiao Chen smiled gently, "I saw her come out of Bihai No. 9, but I didn't take it seriously at that time."