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Shen Zhao froze for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

She put on makeup tonight, and Lin Manman did it temporarily for her. Lin Manman's technique was rough, and she drew her eyeliner thick and long. After one night, it was all smudged, and her eyes were dark and big against the background. shine.

Shen Zhao no longer had the energy to entangle with her anymore, she turned around and pushed the door of the room, before she could walk in, a hand was wrapped around her waist suddenly, caught off guard, the whole person was pulled into her arms by Song Ling.

Song Ling pressed against her back, warm and soft in her arms, with a faint smell of alcohol rushing into her nostrils, her body instinctively made a series of ripples.

She wasn't lying or lying, she did miss her, this body she hadn't touched for a long time.

The taste of the forbidden fruit for the first time was more addictive than she imagined.

She is infatuated with Shen Zhao, which is beyond her expectations.

She was full of interest, but the person in front of her didn't seem happy.

Song Ling bowed her head, hugged her from behind, put her face behind her ear, her lips unconsciously approached her, kissed her earlobe, her voice was charming and helpless, and said: "I said , go take a shower, how many times do you want me to say that? I don't like the smell of alcohol. "

The earball was bitten in her mouth by her, the breath sprayed behind the ear, and the warm nose rubbed there lightly, Shen Zhao trembled all over, a heart was about to jump out of his mouth in an instant.

Almost instantly, she elbowed her away, "I'll take the pajamas."

Song Ling was poked by her, but before she could react, she saw that the person had already run into the bedroom.

She stood at the door in a daze, looking at Shen Zhao who fled away in a panic, suddenly the corners of her lips curled up into a chuckle.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with being gentle and gentle, at least Shen Zhao is a person who takes soft things but not tough ones.

Shen Zhao went into the bathroom with her pajamas, then quickly turned around and locked the door behind her. She stood there motionless, her heart beating wildly.

Her eyes fell on the doorknob unconsciously, alcohol confused her, her mind was in chaos, she even almost forgot who she was.

After taking a shower and returning to the room, Shen Zhao felt anxious, looked around and found that Song Ling was not in the room.

She took a short breath, and before she could completely relax, a voice suddenly sounded behind her, the tone was clean and pleasant, "What are you looking for?"

Shen Zhao turned his head, his hair was still wet, and the towel was on his shoulders.

Song Ling stood at the door with a cup in her hand, while Shen Zhao's eyelids drooped slightly, staring at the thing in her hand.

Song Ling walked in, raised the cup in her hand towards her, walked to the bedside and said, "Come here and take the hangover medicine."

Shen Zhao pursed his lower lip, the discomfort in his stomach has improved a lot, but his heartburn is still there.

She pursed her lips, walked over barefoot, and bent over to take the cup and pills in her hand.

Probably because she just took a bath, she has a faint fragrance on her body, a small face that has just been washed, flushed, clean and blush.

She has an excellent figure, and her pajamas are loose, and because of her bent waist, she outlines perfect curves.

The water dripping from the hair fell on Song Ling's legs, and the icy coolness spread to the depths of the body in an instant.

Shen Zhao took the pills and drank a large glass of water.Song Ling got up and pulled her to leave, Shen Zhao was startled, struggled to stay still, with apprehension in his eyes, he blurted out and asked her, "What are you doing?"

She was like a frightened bird, in fact, she knew her intentions clearly, but deliberately pretended not to know.

But the more this happened, the more Song Ling was unwilling to explain to her.

Song Ling pursed her lips tightly, exerted a little force on her hands, and dragged him away with all her strength, and walked to the sofa, she ordered: "Sit down."

Shen Zhao didn't know what kind of tricks the person in front of her was going to play. She lowered her head and stared at the sofa in front of her. After half a second of silence, she sat down.

Song Ling went to the bathroom, took the hair dryer, then walked to Shen Zhao's side, bent down and inserted the plug into the socket behind the sofa.

A moment later, the whining noise of a hair dryer came from the room.

Knowing her intentions, Shen Zhao looked up at her and said, "I will blow it myself."

Song Ling glanced at her, "Sit down."

Shen Zhao knew that he had no room to speak, so he had to bow his head in compromise.

Song Ling knelt on the armrest of the sofa with one knee, and put the other long leg between her slightly open legs, blowing her hair just like that.

Fiddled with the hair on top of her head with her fingers, Song Ling's movements were very light and gentle, while Shen Zhao was drowsy from the hot wind.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning, and since she recovered from sleep during this period, she rarely stayed up so late.

She wanted to sleep, but couldn't.

When I finally finish drying my hair and the hair dryer is turned off, it seems that the whole world has quieted down.

"Azhao..."

There was a voice above his head, Shen Zhao instinctively responded, and raised his head to look at the person in front of him.

Song Ling held her face with both hands, bent down and lowered her head, touching her forehead.

The scent of the shower gel became more and more intense due to the temperature, just under the tip of the nose, making people inexplicably hot. Song Ling's breath was scorching hot, sprayed on her face, Shen Zhao felt her cheeks were hot,

She shouldn't have answered her just now.

The air didn't know when it became ambiguous, and Shen Zhao's heart was beating so hard that her ears almost rang.

Song Ling held her face with both hands, and gently stroked her ear with her fingertips, rubbing it calmly, once and again.

She suddenly said slowly: "Ah Zhao, don't be angry with me, okay?"

After finishing speaking, before Shen Zhao could open his mouth, he pressed his head and kissed her, covering her overwhelmingly.

Shen Zhao instinctively pushed back, wanting to distance herself from her, Song Ling held her head in her hands, pinned the back of her head and pressed it against her, her voice was soft like water, "Don't push me away."

The voice was like a curse, and Shen Zhao unexpectedly stopped all his movements, allowing Song Ling's kiss to climb up, making it impossible for her to avoid it.

Breathing intertwined, Shen Zhao could feel her familiar breath, which she and Song Ling did much more than Sier.

Everything was developing instinctively, and the soft tingling in the waist, Shen Zhao told himself, was the most instinctive reaction of the body.

She doesn't love Song Ling.

So it turns out that emotion can also deceive people.

Song Ling felt the changes in her body, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up. She stretched her hand down, wrapped her arms around her waist, lifted her up, and fell on the bed in three or two steps.

Song Ling half-lyed on her body, touched the buttons on her back with her fingers, and was slightly taken aback.

"After taking a shower, do you still want to wear this?"

Shen Zhao didn't answer her, the drunkenness had subsided long ago, but she was still sinking like drunk, her eyes were distracted, and she looked at the person above her head with lust.

Song Ling took off the covering on her body, and the hand covered her, trembling all over her body, trembling uncontrollably.

Song Ling leaned over and kissed her lips, capturing everything about her.

She was mad and had abandoned all of her sanity.Shen Zhao looked at the person above her head, with tears streaming down her eyes slowly, slipping into her hair, looking at her through the fog of tears, at this moment she suddenly didn't know, who is this person in front of her?

Is it Song Ling who she should hate and resent, or Song Ling who is sinking with her at the moment, dominated by her body and occupying all senses?

She couldn't stand the entanglement between body and mind, this painful situation almost killed her.

And Song Ling is the killer with the knife.

Her lips moved down gradually, and Shen Zhao was startled suddenly. She lowered her eyes to look at the person leaning over there, her voice trembling, and she asked her incoherently, "What... are you doing?"

Song Ling raised her head, put her hands on her knees, winked like silk, and said, "Ah Zhao, I want to make you happy."

Shen Zhao was embarrassed, she reached out to pick her up, exchanged with her, then turned over to hold her down, she took the initiative to kiss Song Ling's lips, licked and gnawed with hatred, and entangled with her.

"Song Ling, you kill me." She was tortured to the point of going crazy, her body and mind were completely out of control.

She entangled with her, like venting.She didn't know whether it was hatred or the instinct of the body.

Or both, but how much of each accounted for, she suddenly didn't know.

Song Ling's long eyes raised slits, and she looked at the Shen Zhao who hated her at first but then suddenly changed unconsciously.

At this moment, there seems to be no answer to the question of who will occupy the top first, love or desire.

There was even a moment when she suddenly felt that it doesn't matter if she hates, the extreme hatred may be love, she is not afraid that Shen Zhao will hate her, she is only afraid that she will be a pool of stagnant water.

Song Ling raised her hand to hold the back of her head, and pressed herself hard. She kissed her, entangled with her, and said vaguely: "Okay."