After the movie, she teased me under the guise of teaching drama [entertainment circle]

In the bathroom, Gu Ziyan's mood was not calm. She leaned against the wall weakly, closed her eyes and let the hot water wash down, bringing up bursts of hot air, rising and circling along the exhaust vent.

There was a conflict before she saw her parents. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she turned off the hot water, wiped off the water droplets on her face, and spread the foam of the shower gel all over her body.

Then take the shower head and turn on the hot water to wash off the foam.

Peng Peng didn't want to tell her frankly, and she didn't want to put down her face to ask for peace, so the two of them froze like this, and sooner or later they would quarrel.

Gu Ziyan thought a lot, forget it, Peng Peng is still young, so it's not a big deal if she doesn't care about it like her? It's a big problem, later? She should take the initiative to admit her mistake.

Thinking of this, she pulled a towel to wrap herself, opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Peng Yuru just walked over, hugged her and kissed her earlobe, "I'm going to take a shower, later? I have something to tell you."

"Ah."

What? Talk?Gu Ziyan walked back to the bedroom with a hint of doubt. All the clothes in the suitcase were sorted out and hung neatly in the closet.

The pajamas were also taken out and placed on the bed. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, took off the bath towel and changed into pajamas, dried her hair and leaned on the head of the bed to fall asleep.

Peng Peng took a shower much faster than her, so he came to the bedroom very quickly without wasting much time.

Gu Ziyan poked and pinched herself secretly, a gleam of water appeared in her eyes, she bit her lower lip and looked at her.

"Wait for me for a while? I'll go get ready," Peng Yuru went to the closet to get a set of clothes and took away some things, but the movements were relatively secretive, and Gu Ziyan didn't see it.

"Good~"

Gu Ziyan leaned against the head of the bed and tugged at her collar, inadvertently revealing the gully on her chest, the faintly visible spring.

What is she doing with her clothes out?Seeing her back disappearing around the corner of the door, Gu Ziyan narrowed her eyes.

Peng Yuru just helped her pack her luggage when she was taking a shower. When she opened the suitcase, a bag of sex toys and finger cots fell out, and the memories in her mind gradually became clear.

——"Let's do it once and then sleep."

—“I didn’t wear finger cots.”

She looked at these things with a dangerous look in her eyes. She pursed her lips and took out her other clothes and hung them up. There was also a police uniform inside. The workmanship was quite fine. She unfolded it and looked, and it was not bad.

……

Gu Ziyan had a dream.

In the dream, she was handcuffed in the interrogation room in ragged clothes, and Peng Yuru happened to be the interrogating policeman. Her slender figure was outlined in a decent police uniform.

Officer Peng sat across from her with an upright face, as if he didn't know her at all, and followed the procedure, "...You can plead guilty to these."

"No," Gu Ziyan gritted her teeth and looked at her with a broken heart, "Peng Peng, don't you remember me?"

Officer Peng glanced at her coldly, "You are a criminal, I am a policeman, how could I know you."

Gu Ziyan stood up as soon as she got excited, her hands and wrists were painfully worn by the handcuffs, "You bastard, you still want to pretend that you don't know me!"

The two police officers standing next to her immediately pointed their guns at her head, "Don't move!"

Peng Yuru looked at the very familiar face in front of him, and waved his hands at the two, "You guys go down, this? It's about me and her."

What else did the police officer with the gun want to say? "But..."

Peng Yuru interrupted him directly, "It's nothing? But, are you still worried about my skills?"

"it is good."

In the interrogation room, there were only the two of them left. Peng Yuru turned around and went behind the door, unplugged the monitor, and then unbuttoned the collar of his uniform.

Seeing the outsider leave, Gu Ziyan turned her back to her and exposed the wrist behind her, "Peng Peng, can you untie it for me? My wrist hurts."

Peng Yuru held her in his arms from behind, and smiled charmingly, "It's fun when you figure it out."

……

Between dreams and reality, Gu Ziyan was in a trance.

Hands raised, held down, knees bent, pushed up, bowed, hugged, head raised...

Peng Yuru's uniform was ripped apart, several buttons were broken, and the belt was taken off...

There are no real handcuffs on the wrists, but a more supple material—a tie. Although this material is relatively smooth, the double friction still makes her snort.

"call……"

A period of time passed, and the restless elements in the air calmed down a lot.

Panting slightly, Peng Yuru rolled over, took off the thing on her fingertips and put it aside, groped to untie her wrists, and threw the tie under the bed.

Gu Ziyan came back from the joy. She caught a glimpse of the thing at the head of the bed, her teeth were itching so hard, she covered her face with a pillow, and beat her hard on the head, "Who are you allowed to use that?" of?"

"It hurts...don't hit her, you're going to be disfigured," Peng Yuru was still tired, and didn't want to resist her, so he could only beg for mercy.

Gu Ziyan quickly stopped her movements, lifted the pillow and saw that Peng Peng was smiling happily, she ground her molars, grabbed Peng Peng's ear and twisted it.

"Aww, it hurts... hiss—" Peng Yuru hurriedly squeezed her hand, "I was wrong, I was wrong, why don't you use it next time?"

Gu Ziyan snorted softly, grabbed her collar and asked her, "Where did you get the uniform?"

Peng Yuru blinked twice, "It's in your box."

"Is there a uniform in my box?" Gu Ziyan was confused, she didn't know this?

"Yes, that's in your box too," Peng Yuru pointed to the evidence on the bedside, pouted, "You said you didn't wear finger cots during the day, you lied to me, hmph!"

Gu Ziyan thought about it carefully, she really didn't know, "I didn't lie to you, my luggage was packed by Yu Jing for me, so I don't even know what I brought."

"This? It's about the same," Peng Yuru turned around and asked her, "However, did you feel comfortable just now?"

Eyes wide open, Gu Ziyan's ears turned red from being watched, she picked up the pillow and threw it on her face, deliberately saying irony, "Uncomfortable! Not at all uncomfortable!"

Peng Yuru removed the pillow from her face, humbly asking for advice, "What's wrong?"

Gu Ziyan's eyes wandered, "Nowhere is comfortable."

"Really?" Peng Yuru turned over and pressed her, and moved his right hand down to touch the Wenrun, "Is it here?"

"No!" Gu Ziyan felt that her fingertips were touching where they shouldn't be, and there was a tendency to go too far, Gu Ziyan pushed her away, "You little pervert, why do you want to desire every day? Doesn't it look full?!"

Pushed by her, Peng Yuru didn't pay attention, and fell directly under the bed, staring at her, "Didn't you say you were uncomfortable?"

Gu Ziyan quickly lay down beside the bed and pulled her up from the ground, "Fool, what I said was ironic."

Peng Yuru stood up clutching her butt, and muttered, "How do I know if you're telling the truth or irony?"

"I...", Gu Ziyan swallowed the words abruptly, so she said that she was panting so loudly for nothing, and she must hold back next time, not letting her hear a single syllable!

"Okay, let's go take a shower," Peng Yuru leaned over and picked her up by the waist, walking briskly, "Let's go~"

Duan Mengzhu didn't know what he had done? Silly, he brought Yang Kunyu home and bought her some daily necessities.

"You live in the guest room, I warn you, don't think about making trouble," Duan Mengzhu threw the things on the coffee table after returning home, stared at the slippers and went straight to the bathroom, "Also, don't come into my room!"

As soon as she saw Yang Kunyu appearing in her home, she was one head and two older. If it was two months ago, she would have sent herself to Yang Kunyu's mouth, but now it is completely different. She just wants to take a detour when she sees Yang Kunyu.

With her head down, Yang Kunyu packed her things peacefully, arranged toothbrushes and toothpaste and Duan Mengzhu's ones side by side, and put on slippers, as if she wanted to live with her.

As soon as Duan Mengzhu got out of the bathroom, he saw Yang Kunyu's face turned upside down, "What are you doing? You're scared to death."

"I don't have pajamas," Yang Kunyu stared into her eyes, "What should I do?"

"Sleep naked without pajamas, ask me what to do, I'm not a magic pen Ma Liang, what do you want? What do you want to draw?!"

"Oh," Yang Kunyu touched her nose, "but I don't have any clothes to wear tomorrow morning."

Duan Mengzhu hugged her chest and looked at her playfully, "Then don't wear it, it doesn't matter if you don't go out."

Yang Kunyu was silent for a while, then nodded, bypassing her and going to the bathroom.

Duan Mengzhu saw how happy she was, humming a ditty to the bedroom, and turned off the light. She was quite tired today, and she fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

"Bang bang bang-"

When there was a knock on the door in the middle of the night, Duan Mengzhu pulled back the quilt irritably, turned on the light, and opened the door with slippers on, "What are you doing? It's so late."

Hot air came over the face, Yang Kunyu pinched the edge of the bath towel, her lips gradually turned red, "I'm sorry, the air conditioner in my room is broken, it's a bit cold."

Duan Mengzhu couldn't help but rolled her eyes, won't? Can't? Can't? Well, this? What? An old-fashioned method, she, Miss Yang, is still using it, "Come in."

Yang Kunyu followed her in, her body, which was stiff from the cold, gradually warmed up, and she took off the bath towel and was about to lie down on the bed.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing? This? What? Sleeping?" I'm still next to you, you don't wear anything?

"I don't have pajamas."

Duan Mengzhu: I lifted a rock and shot myself in the foot.

She thought she was unlucky and went to the cabinet, wondering if she could find Tang Jin's clothes that hadn't been thrown away. The chances were slim, but she had to look for it.

"Phew," I found Tang Jin's white T-shirt in a corner of the cabinet. It was very clean and neatly folded without any wrinkles. It should be enough for pajamas.

Duan Mengzhu threw the T-shirt in his hand to Yang Kunyu, "Here, just find this one, and make it a point."

Yang Kunyu looked at the white T-shirt in his hand that didn't match Duan Mengzhu's figure at all, and glanced up at her.

Duan Mengzhu closed the cabinet and raised her eyebrows, "My ex-girlfriend's, if you like to wear it or not, don't go to bed if you don't wear it."

As she said that, she didn't care about Yang Kunyu's response. She lay down on the bed and turned off the light to prepare for sleep.

In the dark, Yang Kunyu threw the white T-shirt in his hand into the trash can, took out a quilt from the cabinet, wrapped himself up and fell asleep on the ground.

Duan Mengzhu sighed, this bastard, she turned over, "Come up to sleep, it doesn't matter if you don't have any clothes on."

Yang Kunyu hurriedly got up from the ground, folded the quilt and put it back in the cabinet, "Yes."

She lifted the quilt and lay down to the corner of the bed, not daring to move to the middle, and lay on her back cautiously, not moving much.

Duan Mengzhu moved to the middle and threw part of the quilt to her, "Don't get a fever in my bed, I will take you to get an injection later."

Yang Kunyu caught the quilt and covered it, and smiled lightly, "You had a fever in my bed last time."

"Shut up and sleep well."

The author has something to say:

I changed several versions and thought it would not be locked, but I didn't expect...

Ah Jiang, you are really tall!