When Pei Zhi finished picking up the book and putting it out of the bookshelf, she saw Xie Xing and Qi Ji passing by from afar.

It is rare that I didn't see the tense atmosphere, and it seemed that I got along well.

She knew that Qi Ji was calm, but the one she had was calm.

He expressed his indifferent expression and stuffed his phone back into his pants pockets, and the thin fabric outlined his fingers.

It’s so strange that people often look at his hands and hold them. Looking at them through a layer of fabric, it seems that they can imagine more beautiful knuckles with secret beauty.

In the blue sky and the sun was sunny, she felt as if she was embarrassed to think of the touch of her hands when she walked on her.

And that time in Qishan, accompanied by the noise of the hair dryer, his slender fingers passed through the black hair and stroking the broken hair back at will. Before that, he used these beautiful hands to relieve his desires in the bathroom.

Pei Zhi quickly withdrew her gaze and expressed her admiration for her amazing imagination and memory.

And sincerely scolding myself, it's too trash.

Xie Xing had already reached her for a few steps, raised his hand and flicked her forehead gently, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

The thoughts in her heart seemed to be pierced, and she heard the little flames in her heart crackling and sparks burning even more vigorously.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead, using his palm to block the false cover: "No big or small."

"You can think of things so well, just remind me."

When she flicked her forehead, she retracted her strength. She almost rubbed her fingertips across her fingertips, but she rubbed her for a long time before asking, "You didn't show Dr. Qi's face, did you?"

"you guess."

His tone sounded a bit cynical, "Qi...he, he's okay."

What he said is a rare human word.

Pei Zhi raised her eyebrows: "It's not easy. In my lifetime, I could actually hear my boyfriend praise other male compatriots."

"Do I have it?"

I don’t know if he suddenly understood what the skin was, but he turned his head away. After a while, his expression turned seriously: “Don’t like others. My sister is mine, so I have to be responsible for me.”

"Okay, take responsibility."

She lowered her head and smiled, "Who told you to be young and love you so much."

Some people rely on their seniority to make their old age, and naturally some people rely on their small ones to make their own money.

The little one wanted to tell her because of his thoughts, so he begged someone to go to his place.

One begged for his eyes and the other followed his temper. The two of them returned to his house in Jingyuan District within a short while.

He had thrown a painting at Tang Wan before, which was originally hung in the entrance hallway.

Now there is another picture of the empty wall, with a gray tone, with a distinct halo outline. Pei Zhi looked closely and realized that she was a blurred figure half hidden behind the white transparent gauze curtain.

In the photo, she raised her head slightly, stretched her neck out in a beautiful curve, and her eyes seemed to be in the void.

The capture is quite artistic.

But only the person involved knew that she was just staring blankly at that time.

The terrace was sunny very well. He used to like to sit there reading and playing with the camera when he had nothing to do. He also moved a sofa chair to lean against her, pillowed on her legs, and squinted her eyes and dozed off in a daze.

It seems that time and time are still in a hurry, framed together by photo frames, locked in that period of time.

Goodbye to this photo, Pei Zhi paused for changing her shoes, stood up and muttered: "What are you doing here?"

The boy seemed to be proud, his eyes flashing: "Why is it wrong for my girlfriend to hang on my photo?"

But I can't help but my girlfriend is an extremely dedicated photographer. I can't help but pick the bones in the eggs: "Hey, your focus is too blurry, the aperture is not adjusted properly, and you see that the halos around the corners are overexposed. Why are you embarrassed to hang it out?"

"Have something else?" he raised his eyebrows.

"At least choose a good-looking one."

"OK."

Xie Xing said as he walked over to the study room, and the door handle made a crisp click.

Pei Zhi suddenly realized something was wrong and remembered the photo full of study...

Even if you take it well, will you have the good intention to take it out?

She walked a few steps to catch up with him. Seeing that he deliberately went in and pretended to take it, she immediately jumped onto his back. The boy was thin but strong, with wide and straight shoulders.

Pei Zhi hooked his neck from behind, swaying and competing with him. He held her back and lifted her up in the air, shaking her body even more violently, but she still smiled: "You said you want to change it, how about changing that one?"

He raised his jaw and looked a little bit somewhere, which was her sleeping face.

"No, no change."

Pei Zhi reached out to pinch his earlobe and made trouble.

He dodged and turned around, pressed against her against the wall, and suddenly calmed down the moment his eyes met, and asked in a low voice: "Which one do you want to change?"

"Is it wearing clothes... or not wearing them... crying... or smiling..."

His voice became lower and lower, and in the end, only the airflow passed through his ears, causing numbness to hit his ears.

Pei Zhi was so teased that her ears turned red, but she thought to herself, what a mess is there, there are such photos.

The ones inside were just the kind of "bed" she lies, lying, lazy, and wanton, and could hardly be called "bed" photos.

He said it like something amazing.

Shameless little bastard.

"Okay."

She leaned against the wall and threw the jar, and slowly said, "Then I'll invite Tang Jianian, Jian Yize, and Qi Ji to come and play. Just go to the corridor and ask for a divination. How much do you like to hang? I don't mind appreciating them together. What about you? Do you mind?"

Every sentence was about to take his jealous place. After Pei Zhi said that, she raised her jaw proudly and looked at him leisurely.

She was also open-minded. As soon as she mentioned Tang Jianian, Tang Jianian came in at the junction of the phone.

Pei Zhi looked at her boyfriend's eyes squinted and answered the phone.

"Sister, my mom said that the photos you posted to the exhibition were very good. Hasn't this been done yet, someone's agent fell in love with it and said he wanted to ask you to make a blockbuster movie!"

The sound that Tang Jianian could clearly capture without turning on the hands-free suddenly surged out of the receiver.

"Okay. Just take a photo."

Pei Zhi pointed to her cell phone and signaled that she wanted to talk to the phone.

"Also, they asked you if there are many photos there. I want to pick them up. I think you are of great commercial value and want to hold a solo exhibition for you. I think... Then we will start the first show in Lingcheng first. If you sell well, you will start a national tour or a world tour. It sounds very cool and powerful!"

Without even a trace of the eight characters, Tang Jianian began to dream. He did not forget to bring himself in his dream, and brought Pei Zhi's solo exhibition with him in one sentence, calling him "we".

Pei Zhi didn't bother him and continued his dream, and said perfunctorily: "Is there anything else?"

"Other..."

He thought about it for a moment and suddenly remembered: "Yes, what stock footage do you want to take when you go to Hokkaido? I will have to sort it out in the next few days, and I--"

He must have wanted to say "my brother".

Pei Zhi thought quickly and quickly interrupted: "Don't have anything else, your brother and I are busy. Can't we send text messages?"

The other party paused for two seconds and understood in seconds: "Oh oh oh oh ok. I'll post the list to see. If you check it, I'll go and get it. Just... you and my brother, be busy, be busy."

With his "busy" sound that penetrated the receiver, Xie Xing lowered his eyes and smiled, raised his hand to hook the tip of her chin, and pointed to it: "What are you busy with? Busy-"

The words were paused, and a warmth suddenly fell on her lips, flowing to depict her lips. Her hands were no longer idle, and she found the one she hung beside her and clasped together, overlapping tightly.

Pause before the kiss gradually became better and deep, his tone was no longer as naughty as when he was playing, and it became softer in an instant: "Are you busy like this..."

He gently touched the slit of her lips and whispered, "Sister, I like you very much."

Like words like this seem to have infinite magic.

In the dark corridor of the cinema, he said that when he liked it, he could not find an excuse to refuse. It seemed that the two people who were attracted to each other only needed to pick them gently and clear the mist and get away from the mist.

At that time, his kiss fell very lightly, and it could even be said to be careful. He suppressed his heart that wanted to explore and stopped trying it out. He expressed his love that he had finally said.

Even now, when he likes it, he still moves gently, as if he cherishes the word "extremely", exhausting all his tenderness.

I clearly have a lot of thoughts to say, but I can't say anything else except like it.

“Specially, I like it very much.”

He bit the stress and whispered repeatedly.

Who is not? Because if you like it, you will give in unconditionally and make this little bastard succeed again and again.

They seemed to be born to be together, kissing each other so that only their own reflections remain in their eyes, and kissing their brains lack oxygen.

The movie was like a retrospective thought of Jiang Ruizhi asking her:

Just like that? It’s fresh. Try coaxing a few more times and you will definitely get bored.

No, he is so well-behaved now.

Pei Zhi thought: I would be willing to coax him for the rest of my life.

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To be continued...