mist [unlimited]

There was a warm touch on his lips, his breath suddenly tightened during the monsoon rain, and the mineral water bottle in his hand fell to the floor.

The clear water spilled all over the floor, gurgling out from the mouth of the bottle, leaving a large water mark on the floor, and the mechanical arm was startled to get a towel.

No one cares.

It was just a superficial kiss.

Soft as if it never existed.

When the lips are separated, the lips are reluctant to part, and they are still gently attached to a certain distance before they are completely separated.

Song Qinglan just touched Ji Yushi's lips, as if touching some cherished treasure, and as someone who cherishes it, he couldn't help it.

The place where he was kissed was running an electric current, and the remaining touch on the lips was so clear, soft, hot, and slightly moist.

During the monsoon rains, I was already stunned.

Song Qinglan's voice was hoarse: "You agree."

His breath was hot.

The face is also hot during the monsoon rain.

Because Song Qinglan used declarative sentences.

The question that needs to be considered for 24 hours already had the answer when Ji Yushi specially introduced himself to Song Qinglan again, so he advanced the time and said "yes" to Song Qinglan implicitly.

Ji Yushi was cornered by Song Qinglan, and when the matter developed to this point, Ji Yushi could no longer express it implicitly, so he answered as straightforwardly as possible: "Yes."

The tips of their noses touched, and their breaths were entangled, making it impossible to tell you from me.

Hearing this, Song Qinglan's wrist became stronger when she grabbed Ji Yu. He lowered his head sideways and asked again, "Why did you speed up the time?"

After asking, he kissed Ji Yushi lightly again.

His tone was as usual, as if he couldn't help but want to do this to Ji Yushi during the intermission.

During the rainy season, I heard the sound of my heart thumping, thumping, hitting the eardrums.

He said four words: "Time is so slow."

It's hot on the lips.

This time, Song Qinglan's kiss fell heavily, without any scruples, without skill, and ferociously engulfed Ji Yushi's lips.

Ji Yushi was caught off guard and let out a short gasp, which was blocked by Song Qinglan's throat.

In an instant, it was as if thunder from the sky stirred the fire on the ground, and the sparks started a prairie fire.

Their lips are closely connected, from the lower lip to the upper lip, changing the angle to get closer to each other.

Waves of electric current surged from each other's spines during the kiss, and went straight to the cerebral cortex. During the monsoon rain, they were completely confused, unable to think at all, only felt that they were starting to lack oxygen, and wanted to inhale involuntarily.

As soon as he opened the slit of his lips, Song Qinglan's breathing became heavy, and the moment fresh air poured into his lungs, this kiss also turned into a deep kiss.

The wrist is released.

During the monsoon rains, I was no longer bound by the shackles, but I slid back as if I lost my strength.

Song Qinglan discovered this, and quickly wrapped one arm around his waist, while the other supported the back of his head, hugging him in a gentle and possessive way.

When the tip of her tongue touched the sweet taste, Song Qinglan tasted the soft mouth without a teacher, and finally chased after the tip of the other's tongue by instinct.

Ji Yu Shi's whole body trembled, completely unaware that kissing would bring such a strong trembling.

His eyes were half-closed, and he didn't know how to respond, so while being forced to endure the plunder, he grabbed Song Qinglan's T-shirt on the back of her waist as a hug.

He seems drunk.

Song Qinglan was the one who got him drunk.

The lingering and hot kiss ended, and the temperature in the air had already risen silently.

Both of them were sweating slightly, panting for breath.

Song Qinglan didn't let go of her arms when she hugged Ji Yu, and pressed her forehead against her forehead and said, "What should I do, Consultant Ji. I still want to kiss you."

The tip of Ji Yushi's tongue was a little bit broken, and he didn't feel like talking: "Yeah."

He felt it.

Song Qinglan lowered her head and really kissed him again. This time was longer than the last time, which made him clearly feel the changes in Song Qinglan's body.

At the end again, Song Qinglan said: "How about treating this as our first kiss, I think I performed better this time."

Ji Yushi's heart was beating wildly: "Why?"

"It hurt you the first time just now." Song Qinglan said honestly, "My inexperience is my fault."

There are too many ambiguities in this sentence, no matter how you listen to it, it is awkward.

Ji Yushi didn't remind a certain Captain Song who was still a steel straight man in his bones, but only asked, "Didn't you have a 'first love'?"

The implication is how could there be a first love without a kiss.

"Isn't my first love you?" Song Qinglan said, "Those bastards have given you all of my past, so what kind of first love can I have?"

Song Qinglan, the only virgin of Sky Seven Team.

Maternal solo for 26 years, if fake.

Ji Yushi looked at him with beautiful eyes, and pointed out clearly: "Your 'first love' in Ningcheng, she cried when you left, and the one named Hanhan is very good-looking."

The corners of Song Qinglan's lips rose, and she smiled with slightly curved eyebrows.A low-pitched laugh came from his chest, and it became more and more obvious. When he was hurt by Ji Yu, he almost became angry from embarrassment. He didn't understand why this sentence made Song Qinglan laugh.

Song Qinglan laughed enough, stopped and said, "Consultant Ji, you look so cute every time you hold grudges, but why do you even remember what I said?"

When being praised for the lovely Ji Yu: "..."

Song Qinglan defended herself: "Isn't it too unfair? How can something that happened so long ago in kindergarten be counted?"

Ji Yushi turned his face away: "You still said that you will go to her if you have the chance, so talking is nothing?"

"I admit that I just want to show that I am very attractive, so that you can look at me more." Song Qinglan turned his face back to face herself, "How dare I go to someone else? As long as I am not paying attention, you will Run away, it's too late for me to stare at you."

What should come will come sooner or later.

Ji Yushi knew that Song Qinglan would wait for him here once the 24-hour consideration period given to him was over.

Falling in love is falling in love, and the accounts that should be settled will also be settled. This period of time is just a reprieve for him.

He didn't speak.

I don't know where to start.

Song Qinglan put away her gentle expression and turned a little more serious. The heavy emotion in her black eyes made Ji Yushi dare not look at her: "You said you didn't plan to come back at all."

The situation is back to the moment when the monsoon rains just came back from 1439.

In the past day, the resentment in Song Qinglan's heart hadn't diminished at all. As long as he thought of Ji Yushi's thoughts at that time, he couldn't help but feel chilled and terrified.

Song Qinglan settled accounts after autumn, and her soul asked: "What did you want to do? Try to change history stupidly, or be a defector?"

Every word and every word hit Ji Yushi's thoughts at that time, so he couldn't help but want to defend himself: "I—"

"What does Hasolamu mean?"

Song Qinglan interrupted him.

Ji Yushi was stunned suddenly, and the scarlet color that had not completely subsided returned to his face, showing an unbelievable expression as if someone had acupuncture points on him.

Before he could speak, Song Qinglan made a precise accusation: "You think I don't understand, so you dare to confess your love to me in front of so many people, Consultant Ji, you are very courageous. Did you think that even if you don't come back, it's nothing Sorry?"

During the monsoon rain: "..."

"Let me tell you, you're wrong." Song Qinglan stared closely at his face, "If you don't come back, you'll never know that my mother has taken a fancy to you."

Hasola wood.

I like you.

Song Qinglan had already known about Ji Yushi's cryptic confession, or the whole team.After Ji Yushi came back, no one asked him about this point, not even jokingly teased him.Because Song Qinglan had already controlled everything and confessed to him in front of everyone.

Song Qinglan just wanted to let everyone know that - Ji Yushi was originally the object of love that he passionately pursued.

A stream of warmth flowed through my heart.

Ji Yushi said: "I thought you would never like the same sex."

So, he had no hope.

Just walk away.

Seeing that he was much more honest, Song Qinglan suddenly became less angry, and asked: "If I don't like the same sex, what will you do when you come back? Get along with me as a friend, or go back to Ningcheng, and never Meet?"

Such a situation happened to Ji Yushi, just thinking about it made Song Qinglan's heart ache.

During the monsoon rains, he was already forbearing enough, not good at expressing.It seems that for Ji Yushi, this kind of thing is not too much for him, and there is not much for him. Even if he is misunderstood by the person he likes and has three boyfriends at the same time, he will not explain it, anyway, he will not What's changed.

Ji Yushi said, "No."

He denied Song Qinglan's statement, and then said: "You're wrong, I came back because I planned to give it a try."

Song Qinglan snorted coldly: "Try what?"

Ji Yushi: "Chasing you."

His lips, which were so rosy and rosy after being kissed, were beautifully shaped, and he whispered the most beautiful words: "Song Qinglan, I seem to have... succeeded."

"It's 08:30 soon, why isn't Team Song up yet?"

In the morning, everyone gathered at the training ground.

Tang Qidao: "Lao Zhou went to see if he overslept?"

"You're joking." Zhou Mingxuan said, "When did you ever see Captain Song oversleep?"

"Damn, could it be that you did too many weight-bearing push-ups last night and couldn't get up because of overexercise?" Li Chun suddenly realized, "But the psychological evaluation report will be done at nine o'clock, and the Song team will release the expert pigeons?"

"Wait a minute, Advisor Ji didn't get up either!"

In the middle of everyone's sentence, the door of the training ground was kicked open.

Song Qinglan walked in with a pair of long legs, holding a paper bag in one hand and coffee in the other: "What's the noise?"

"???"

"Captain Song, did you bring us breakfast?"

"Fuck, small pan omelette, it smells so good!! Why is there only one serving?"

A group of people gathered around.

Song Qinglan was tall, she held the things in her hands high and turned them around easily, and looked at everyone coldly: "Wake up, those who are not awake, the things in my hands have nothing to do with you at all."

The door to the private training room opened.

Came out of it during the monsoon rain.

He put on a new gray training uniform, wearing white sneakers, his hair seemed to have just been washed, black and fresh with steam.Seeing everyone, he greeted them calmly: "Morning, sorry, I overslept. Let's go."

"When I left, I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up." Song Qinglan said naturally, "Next time, go to bed earlier, it won't be so late."

This sentence is very informative.

Everyone was full of question marks and shocked, not understanding what happened to these two people in the past night.

Wait, isn't it time to think about the time when Consultant Ji agreed to Team Song?

Nodding during monsoons.

Song Qinglan handed him breakfast and served him coffee.

Then, Song Qinglan glanced at the appearances of the single dogs, and said to him very satisfied: "Eat something before leaving, boyfriend."