Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

Song Jiao was confused when she listened to Yu Lan's story about how she was attracted to Qin Lingyue.

Why do you suddenly realize that you are in love with someone? Will she realize in an instant that she has to be a lover who is closer to her than a friend?

She has carefully analyzed it with an evidence-based mentality.

Combined with the situation described in Yu Lan's words, her social fear friend offered to celebrate the New Year together when Qin Lingyue was 'lonely', which broke Yu Lan's principle and made the other party realize that Qin Lingyue was something she could do for herself. people who make changes.

So, the temptation is to realize that I can pay for her and violate the principle for her?

But she felt that it was probably wrong. After all, she herself had made many changes because of Xu Jinchao, so why did she not have an epiphany, and never experienced that kind of sudden insight?

Song Jiao once wondered if she was destined to not understand love.

After all, he has stared at the person around him who is most important to and closest to his lover's relationship countless times, but he has never had a clear awakening.

When she heard the voice in her mind express her love, Song Jiao had to admit that Yu Lan's description was too accurate.

Her doubts about the content of Yu Lan's words in the past, all the distrust, was like a glass of water poured on the ground under the scorching sun, it instantly turned into steam, and there was no trace of her existence remaining.

Alpha is so close to her, her bare arms are on her shoulders, the other party's beautiful white jade cheeks, eyes with endless seductive eyes in fantasy, and red lips just an inch away from her, are all there. His eyes shook like snow and flames.

Too close, too close.

It seems that if Song Jiao has a little bit of bravery in her heart, she can take the treasure as her own and make her dream come true.

But **** it, as Yu Lan said, Song Jiao, who never lacked courage, became one of countless timid deserters at this moment.

There were many voices in her head, saying words that she didn't understand but understood the meaning, telling her that the distance between herself and the stars in the sky was an illusion, and even if she stretched out her hand, she couldn't touch it.

——She is so good, so beautiful, and loved by so many people, how can you be alone, how can you be the lucky one among thousands of people?

- Did she treat you special? She just pity you that no one loves you, so she generously gives you her preference, so that you don't have to be a poor person.

- She didn't show that she liked you too!

——If you really attack without any preparation, you will come back with a disastrous defeat, and you will end up covered in bruises and wounds, and you will not be able to keep what you have.

In just a few seconds, Song Jiao had already had countless thoughts of condemnation and devalued herself to the point of worthless. Only then did she lean over to kiss those red lips and quench her desire to quench her desires.

She couldn't do it, it was too abrupt, too impulsive, too risky, she would destroy everything she had temporarily, and she couldn't afford to gamble on that tiny chance of success.

Reason suppressed the overwhelming emotions and let it return to the heart lake again.

Song Jiao had a fierce fight in her heart for a moment, sweet, sour, happy, and wronged. All the emotions were piled up and clamoring, trying to occupy all of them. In the end, she was forced to squeeze them all into a small corner.

All calm down! Don't confuse me!

Omega is still staring at the beauty that carries all her desires, and no one can see that her heart has been turned into a small bedroom that has been grabbed by a mad tiger, so rotten that the walls are lifted.

Xu Jinchao only felt that Song Jiao's eyes were unusually bright, and he didn't see any clues, and was still laughing easily: "What would you like to drink?"

If someone asked Song Jiao what it would be like to fall in love with someone.

Song Jiao would say, at least in her ears, any word from the other party can trigger her peach fantasy, and every look she sees seems to contain ambiguous temptation.

However, her mind was very clear, cold water and fire were together, and she told herself with contempt that they didn't want her to drink the honey from her red lips, and the so-called soft and affectionate glance was just a casual glance from Alpha.

This kind of beautiful imagination and calm and rational struggle almost tore her in two, Song Jiao said, "...Let me think about it."

Her lexicon was empty, and she was stuck in the unprecedented response, and she didn't know how to take it perfectly without showing her timidity.

Help, she seems to have become a fool!

The bridge section of "Sun Lake" also played mockingly in Song Jiao's mind.

The helplessness and entanglement that belonged to Anita, which she could not fully understand when watching the movie, was performed exactly the day after she decided that it would not appear on her body.

Song Jiao could only scream SOS desperately in her heart. She suddenly didn't know how to get along with Xu Jinchao, and she couldn't catch a joke from the woman she liked.

Help, give her some off-site assistance!

But Tian Tian should not be called, and Di Di is not working, and Yu Lan, a senior in love, couldn't communicate with her brain waves, she could only sit dumbly, like a stiff puppet.

The sly kitten in Xu Jinchao's eyes was thinking of some bad idea, such as bringing a drink that was not at home to make things difficult for her, the new waitress.

Alpha immediately said: "The club only provides water and tea, as well as milk and juice for a fee. Others will not be provided!"

Song Jiao, who had forgotten what to say about various beverages, was finally reminded, and she said dryly, "Bring me a cup of tea."

She did need a cup of tea to clear the heat in her brain that was causing her dangerously shaky state.

Waitress Xu Jinchao was very satisfied with the reception of the guests around her, smiled at her, and got up lightly to make tea for the customers.

This dress was a bit embarrassing when she first put it on, but her ability to adapt is obviously better than expected, and she can naturally assume the role and interact with the requested Omega.

The glamorous bunny girl who was so close that Song Jiao was overwhelmed finally moved away. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and watched the other party swing the tail of the pom-pom and tiptoe to the tea table.

It is adorned with contrastingly behind the round buttocks tightly wrapped in pure black fabrics. With the naive sway of the step, the beautiful long legs that are ambiguously rendered into translucent black by the mesh stockings also make people dazzled. .

Song Jiao asked, "Why don't you wear high heels?"

Her bunny girl did not wear shoes, raised her heels and walked around, her small half-footed feet charmingly stepping on every lucky floor under her feet.

Xu Jinchao opened the tea box and looked sideways at the picky customer in the sound of the teapot heating: "Do you want the neighbor downstairs to knock on the door?"

Song Jiao stopped talking, her eyes stayed on the snow-white rabbit ears in front of Alpha's forehead...

This is a wonderful innocence seduction.

The waitress really made tea, and Song Jiao was so fascinated that she reached out to pick up the hot cup of tea.

But Xu Jinchao covered the teacup with his fingers: "The tea is too hot, you can't drink it now, your mouth will be scalded."

Omega really, really wants to kiss the red lips of the waitress who always spit out refusal words, or is kissed by a beautiful woman in a legal way, it must be hotter than tea, and it can set her whole body on fire.

The bunny-eared waitress put down the teacup and sat next to her again. Song Jiao felt the sofa swaying slightly by the other party's movements, and wondered if the cute round tail was being squeezed in the center by grievances.

Before she could think more about the pom-pom tail, her **** girl lifted her left leg up, put it on her knee, and laid out a casual fold, her beautiful long legs hidden in fine mesh black socks. He also swayed to make himself more comfortable.

"Why did you come to the club to have fun?"

Song Jiao forced herself to turn her eyes from the beautiful long legs back to Alpha's face.

The other party naturally raised the end of his eyes with a charming look, and under the eye makeup, he added an indescribable ambiguous seduction, which made people anxious and wanted to pour out his love to her immediately.

She didn't even know if these were the effects of her own filters, or if Xu Jinchao was really acting as a glamorous bunny-eared entertainer who deliberately seduced. Song Jiao felt that she had lost her basic ability to judge.

Song Jiao even thought that if it wasn't for Xu Jinchao's playfulness, she wouldn't dare to look at the other party.

She seems to have turned into a sloppy and timid woman full of beauty, who can no longer see other women. Her thoughts are dominated by hormones, and she thinks in a downward direction everywhere.

Omega said uncontrollably, "Of course I came to see you. Is there anything else I could ask for?"

The waitress was raising her eyebrows, and Song Jiao thought for a moment whether the other party was responding to her implicit lyricism, or mocking her for being overly self-sufficient, or just expressing surprise, or something else.

Song Jiao saw the beautiful face in front of her approaching as she leaned forward, and Alpha, who was innocent and seductive with rabbit ears, asked her, "But what can you give me?"

She opened her mouth and wanted to say everything, but she felt that it was too pale and powerless. Everything she had was not worth mentioning, and it probably wouldn't be exchanged for real favor.

Just when Song Jiao fell into depression and thinking, she heard a heavenly question: "Will you give me all of yourself?"

Song Jiao immediately raised her eyelashes and saw the beautiful girl's smiling face.

If this is a trap, she will choose to jump in immediately, and she is very willing to fall into the palm of the hunter: "I will, of course I will."

This impatient remark made Xu Jinchao laugh, and she said with a smile: "Oh, your character is so fooled, let people bite the hook as soon as they catch it."

Song Jiao was forced to get out of the fantasy scene, with no bar counter, no silly customers who were distracted, and no hunter pretending to be a pure white rabbit.

She lowered her eyes in a panic, really didn't dare to look at Xu Jinchao's face, she didn't know where to put her hands, and they were rigidly placed on her knees, like a student who was at a loss in front of the teacher.

The dream was over, and even the attire that people around her let her subconsciously hide her eyes and be attracted by couldn't last long.

Song Jiao was restless all night.

It wasn't the obvious physical manifestation of her heart beating wildly, but her mind kept refreshing and floating all kinds of ideas, one overthrowing the other, consuming her heart and soul endlessly.

Song Jiao wanted to ask Yu Lan how long it took her to settle her heart, so that it would no longer be sweet and sour, impetuous and disorderly, and how long would it take to come up with a concrete idea?

But she couldn't do it.

She was reluctant to set up her image of a winner in front of others, and was always reluctant to expose it easily to let her friends know that she was actually a fool who guarded the treasure and didn't know how to get her hands on it.

For the first time, Song Jiao hated her harsh review standards for people in her social circle, as well as her unbearable vanity.

Otherwise, she would at least have more options to consult, or expose less real entanglements.

When it was late at night, Xu Jinchao asked her if she wanted to rest, and Song Jiao was even more panicked.

Now she can't even stare at Alpha as freely as usual, let alone sleeping in the same room with him. She feels that she is likely to lose sleep all night in the confusion and tangle, or make some out-of-control actions that surprise Xu Jinchao. .

But Song Jiao finally went back to her room without saying a word, sat in front of the dresser and abused her hair, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom.

She had never been so imaginative, imagining what it would be like to be separated by a wall.

Uneasy and charming images lingered in her mind, surrounding the transpiring mist and the beautiful skin that belonged to the person she liked better than snow and flowers.

Song Jiao combed her long hair and stared at the absent-minded pesky ghost in the vanity mirror, urging her to make a quick decision and not let herself suffer from this sweet torture.

——If you really don’t dare, just cut off these thoughts completely and continue to maintain a delicate relationship with her that is above a friend, at least this way you can relax and be happy.

——I'm not reconciled, I haven't tried to get it, how can I give up because I'm afraid?

She was about to be dazed by these complicated and changing thoughts. It seemed that all the fears and affections that had been blocked by anesthesia in her life for more than 20 years had come to fight in her heart at this moment.

Song Jiao's inner struggle affected her senses.

It wasn't until she stepped behind her that she shuddered suddenly, realizing that the sound of the water had stopped at some point.

She froze all over, and the air-cushion comb stopped at the end of her hair, and after a few seconds, she began to comb it mechanically again.

Song Jiao heard Xu Jinchao's voice: "Have you not combed your hair yet?"

Alpha stood behind her, bent over to look at his eyes in the mirror, and muttered, "I don't think my eyelids are right, it seems a little sore."

Xu Jinchao moved his position, avoided Song Jiao's body, and leaned closer to the dressing mirror.

The scent of the bath rubbed Omega's cheeks with drooping eyelashes, not the citrus and sea salt she was longing for, but it still made her heart beat faster.

God, why can't I just look directly at someone and get along with her just when I find out that I like someone?

Song Jiao cried out for help in her heart again, but Xu Jinchao said to herself, "It's okay, it's strange."

The bad woman who was controlling her heart rate finally left and sat down on the bed with the books.

Song Jiao put down her comb and slowly fled into the bathroom.

Looking at her back, Xu Jinchao always felt that Song Jiao was very strange, but if she wanted to say what was wrong, she couldn't say it in detail.

She thought for a while, as if after their pretend game tonight?

Xu Jinchao shook his head. He didn't know what was going on with the other party for a while. He found the prose collection Song Jiao read for him yesterday, and opened it in his hand.

Song Jiao usually has a lot of whimsy, and she always wraps around her like a sticky cat, fiddling with her arms and palms, and occasionally sticking her face up.

At first, Xu Jinchao felt uncomfortable when she was always sticking to and touching her.

But Omega was righteous every time, and after being boiled in such warm water, she didn't care much about Song Jiao's contact and words that lacked a sense of distance.

She also thought about whether it was the lack of care and caress from her mother when she was young that made Song Jiao so eager to have close contact with people she trusted.

Just because her mother once braided her hair for her childhood self, Song Jiao still used to do it even after she was an adult.

It's hard not to make Xu Jinchao think of trauma or loss. Every time she sees Song Jiao combing and braiding her hair, she seems to see a stray kitten hugging a plush blanket and stepping on it.

Xu Jinchao sighed, feeling that he should treat her better.

Maybe, offer to give some skin-to-skin contact?

She pondered these things, flipping the pages carelessly.

Because he fell asleep too fast yesterday, Xu Jinchao couldn't remember where Song Jiao read last, so he decided to start reading the fifth chapter to the other party.

Song Jiao's bedtime shower today seemed to be extraordinarily long. Xu Jinchao read the book for a while before she started blowing her hair.

It took an extraordinarily long time to blow the hair, which made Xu Jinchao wonder if someone's hair had been scorched.

She waited patiently, and after a while, the sound of the blower finally stopped. She thought it was time for someone to come out, but there was no movement in the bathroom again.

Xu Jinchao: "?"

After another few minutes, she couldn't help but ask loudly, "Song Jiao?"

The bathroom door was pushed open, and out came a frizzy kitten with long black hair that was very assertive on his shoulders.

Obviously, Song Jiao's hair was too dry, and the weight of the length could reduce the bulkiness, but now it is cut short below the shoulders, which is completely unresponsive.

Xu Jinchao almost laughed, cleared his throat, and pretended that he didn't notice anything: "Come on, I'll read you a bedtime book."

Her voice was soft, and she summoned Omega, whose eyes were flying, to her side.

Waiting for the others to slowly climb into the bed, Xu Jinchao pulled out a clean champagne-colored silk scarf from the bedside table and wrapped Song Jiao's hair.

Song Jiao still didn't dare to look into her eyes, but her eyes fell on the chest of her suspender nightdress.

She could feel the soft pressure of the thin silk wrapping the top of her hair, and gently gathered those disobedient messy hair. Xu Jinchao was closer to her, as if to adjust the way of tying the silk scarf.

It also brought her closer to the plump skin that was hidden by the nightgown, and Alpha really didn't seem to be wearing underwear...

This is something that does not require further visual verification, but Song Jiao can't help but shamelessly confirm with her eyes, and enjoys the intimate service of her unknowing partner.

After Xu Jinchao tied her silk scarf, he comforted her: "Okay, my hair should be smoother tomorrow."

Song Jiao still lowered her eyes and seemed to be gloomy, but because she was wearing a headscarf, she looked like a pretty little village girl who was going to pick mushrooms.

She slid into the air-conditioned quilt, closed her eyes, and felt that it was impossible for her to fall asleep.

Song Jiao's mind is now indescribable scenes, sometimes it is Xu Jinchao who ignores her coldly, and sometimes it is cast aside for her cowardly behavior.

She heard Xu Jinchao begin to recite softly.

Song Jiao could easily tell from the light Zen texts with strong personal style that this was the collection of essays she read to Xu Jinchao yesterday.

Alpha's voice is soft and light, and it's really the tone of reading a bedtime story to a well-behaved child.

But Song Jiao is not a good child. Her heart is beating for those who read, and her thoughts are also related to the beautiful lips that read the story. She really wants to be kissed all over her body with love. She will be the happiest woman in the world...

She restrained her breathing and let it gradually slow down, pretending to be asleep.

The people around her also stopped softly reciting the prose book. She felt that the other party was looking at herself to see if she was really asleep.

Song Jiao didn't do anything wrong, but she felt being roasted in the gentle eyes without impurities.

If she was really a cat, her ears must have been folded back desperately against the plush kitten's skull.

She didn't need to open her eyes to know that Alpha was looking at her lowered eyebrows.

This also made the skin at her brow bone scald and tremble like a fire under the gaze, and she had to hold her palm under the quilt, so that she didn't make a sound.

After a while, Xu Jinchao looked away, and Song Jiao could finally relax a little.

She heard the sound of clothes being rubbed, the lamp switch clattered softly, and the light shone through the thin eyelids and disappeared.

But then, Song Jiao's astute cat ears shrank back again, and the non-existent tail instantly exploded into a duster.

Xu Jinchao is approaching again!

Thanks to the darkness, it gave her the freedom to bite her lip without fear of being caught pretending to be asleep.

Song Jiao felt that something unbelievably soft was pasted on her forehead. After a while, she realized from Alpha's soft words that it was a forehead kiss.

"Good night, Jiaojiao."

Song Jiao's toes were all curled up. She really didn't know why her baby name had a new magic power. The tip of the feather felt as if the ear was scratched with electricity and itching.

Thanks again dark...

Her face must be red, and her ears are pointed.

Xu Jinchao spent her day in front of the easel again. She painted pictures of the children and aunts in the community, and tried to pick up the already unfamiliar feel.

She always felt like she had to do something.

Qin Lingyue and Jiang Chao did not mention the work of Wanwantong and Yungou to her too much, but asked her in a relaxed tone about her vacation and whether her body was recovering.

It's very strange. As long as he doesn't think about the company, Xu Jinchao's heart is relatively stable. Once he thinks about those things, he immediately begins to pound in his chest.

But she is used to being filled with various schedules, and it is not good to be at home when she is empty. This is another kind of loneliness and discomfort.

When Xu Jinchao picked up his brush again, he also thought that he should find something to do for himself, instead of thinking in vain.

After get off work in the evening, she put away the easel and waited at the corner where Song Jiao had to go home to greet Omega who had been busy for a day.

Yesterday, the little girl who gave away flowers in her mother's small garden ran over and told her out of breath:

"Sister, your beautiful wife brought you a big bouquet of flowers!"

Xu Jinchao didn't quite believe it, thinking that Song Jiao might have bought some potted flowers.

Unexpectedly, Song Jiao really turned around with a serious bouquet.

Both were surprised.

Xu Jinchao was because of the red rose like a bunch of flames, while Song Jiao was simply taken aback by Alpha who was waiting here with the drawing board on his back.

Song Jiao didn't expect Xu Jinchao to wait here at all, she was still struggling with how to tell Xu Jinchao about the bouquet.

She felt like she was fascinated. On the way from get off work, she saw the red roses displayed in the street flower shop, stopped the car and ran to buy them.

Song Jiao was distracted all the way, thinking about how to deal with it.

Or take it to the company tomorrow and pretend it was given to her by Xu Jinchao?

But in the end, she got out of the car with the beautifully packaged bouquet of roses and walked home.

Until she collided with Xu Jinchao, Song Jiao didn't think of a perfect rhetoric. She opened her round eyes and looked at Alpha, who was also surprised.

She thought frantically: "Uh, Yu Lan said that she and Qin Lingyue will send flowers to each other, I think, I haven't sent you flowers seriously..."

Song Jiao's voice became smaller and smaller in the other party's smiling face. In the end, she simply shut up and rudely shoved the rose: "Hurry up!"

She has more confidence when she speaks viciously, and her words become more fluent.

"Don't dislike it, do you know?"

The little girl and her little friend coaxed on the side: "Promise her, marry her!"

Obviously, in the child's brain thinking circuit, the red rose's twisted performance is undoubtedly linked to a marriage proposal.

Xu Jinchao didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the cheers of the children, so he hurriedly picked up the easel and roses, and fled with his embarrassed wife.

Song Jiao was really discouraged. She felt that she had messed up everything. Sending flowers was like a forced sale. There was no tender atmosphere at all.

When she got home, she immediately hid in the bathroom, and without saving face, she sent a quick call to Yu Lan for help.

[If you like someone, how can you be nice to her? How to make her feel? ]

The opponent returns in seconds.

Yu Lan: […Are you empathetic and don’t fall in love? ]

Yu Lan: [I'm going to tell Xu Jinchao. ]

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Magnolia, impartiality, is very upright (lighting a cigarette