Play Nice

Chapter 154: The little witch who attacked Jing Zhao (one more)
She pressed her lips to her lips and stayed that way for a few seconds.

It was a clumsy, reckless, green kiss.

Shang Ling led back, and then looked at Jing Zhao, he was also looking at her, two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at each other like that, the breath was intertwined, and the shadow in the pupil was close at hand.

She stood, cheeks flushed by the setting sun, and asked Jing Zhao, "Has anyone ever kissed you?"

Jing Zhao sat down and raised his head: "No."

How could there not be.

The business collar broke: "The locker room of the basketball court."

In the locker room of the basketball court, she took advantage of the power outage and bit him. He didn't see the "murderer", so seriously, he was "others" to him.

He said, "It's you."

Shang Lingling was very surprised: "How did you know it was me?" It was pitch dark and he couldn't see clearly.

"I haven't met a second person like you."

Such boldness, like a savage beast growing up, rushes to eat.

Shang Lingling felt praised and was very happy: "Brother Jingzhao, let's kiss again."

That's how she is, she wants what she wants, blatantly.

Jing Zhao looked at the Ferris wheel outside: "It has passed the highest point."

Didn't she want to kiss at the highest point.

"in spite of."

No, she just wanted to kiss.

She wrapped her arms around Jing Zhao's neck and kissed his lips with her eyes closed.

She said, "Open your mouth."

He closed his eyelashes and began to respond, subconsciously.

The Ferris wheel went round and round, and the sun finally set.

I ate dinner at a private restaurant, but this time the business leaders didn't cover the whole restaurant.After the meal, the driver was sent away by the business leader, and Jing called the car.

The business leader got into the car and asked Jing Zhao, "Do you like hotels or homes?"

Jing Zhao didn't know why she brought up the hotel, but said, "Go back, it's already very late."

When he answered like this, Shang Lingling tacitly agreed that he liked the home.

They returned to the villa in the western suburbs.

In the evening, when Jing Zhao was taking a bath, Shang Lingling broke in. He was thin-skinned and drove her out of the bathroom. She sang "Ten Rabbits" and "Animal World" outside, and she was in a good mood to fly to the moon. .

(This paragraph was written when I was dreaming, so I won't repeat it)
Jing Zhao didn't go out until it was quiet outside. Shang Lingling sat on the bed in his bedroom and hadn't left.

Her eyes were blatant, and she looked at him up and down: "It's washed."

He only took his trousers into the bathroom, and he didn't dry his body, because his skin was a little red after being in the bathroom for a long time.

The top was placed on the bed, pressed by the girl's skirt.

Jing Zhao stretched out his hand and wanted to pull it, but just as he leaned over, Shang Lingling opened his eyes wider, as if he had burned his hand, he suddenly retracted his hand, and the whole person quickly stepped back.

"You sit on my clothes." This sentence was a bit annoyed.

Shang Lingling didn't mean to evade at all. He took out his clothes and handed them to him: "Here."

Jing Zhao took the clothes and turned it over.

Shang Lingling stretched her neck forward a little, just staring at it like that, her eyes were like a hand, and she could pick up clothes.

Jing Zhao had never seen such a girl before, which made him feel helpless. He turned around and put on his clothes as fast as he could. He didn't know whether it was the water he hadn't wiped off, or the sweat he had forced out, and the hair on his forehead. dripping wet.

He turned his back, lifted his clothes, wiped them, put them down again, and turned to ask her, "How did you get in?"

Shang Lingling held up a bunch of keys in his hand: "I have the keys."

She sat on the bed, her slippers kicked far away, and dangling her long, slender, glowing white legs.

They're all teenagers, when hormones are high.

Jing Zhao looked away, not looking at Shang Lingling.

The nightdress on her body was short, white, and the fabric was silky smooth.

Jing Zhao looked at the carpet, revealing the neck line on one side, smooth and tight: "I'll talk about it tomorrow, it's too late."

Her eyes are bright and clear, like a elk in the mountains who have not yet experienced the world. She is reckless, simple, and innocent: "I have nothing to say."

"Then what are you doing in my room?"

She replied solemnly: "Come and fall in love."

Jing Zhao raised his eyes and looked at her.

She smiled innocently: "Don't you like hotels, then we are at home."

A 19-year-old boy knows everything he should know, so how can he fail to understand her intentions.He avoided her sight: "Go back to sleep."

The air conditioner in the room was on low.

Shang Lingling got goose bumps on his arms: "I'm going to sleep here."

He suddenly stern face: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"You know, we're a couple, and I'm doing what couples would do."

Giving gifts, kissing, going to a hotel, isn't that how love is talked?

However, Shang Lingling didn't like hotels either, and felt that the house was not clean.

Jing Zhao didn't tell her much, he put the coat on the chair over her lap, pressed the skirt, and picked her up.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck.

The result was very disappointing to her, Jing Zhao did not carry her to bed, but carried her out.

She landed on her feet and was very dissatisfied: "What are you doing?"

Jing Zhao entered the room and took out a white notepad, which was the one used by Shang Lingling to take notes.

She tiptoed to grab it.

Jing Zhao raised his hands high, his face sullen, unlike a boy of that age, mature and serious: "Who taught you?"

"Why are you here?"

Jing Zhao picked it up in the car.

He asked again: "Who taught it?"

"I taught myself."

There are also the titles of those small movies on the notebook. The names are too explicit, and you can tell what the movies are at a glance.Some of them have been crossed out with a pen, and some have not been crossed out.

Jing Zhao tore off the page.

Shang Lingling went to grab his hand: "Hey hey hey! What are you doing!"

She doesn't like those who are disobedient, and those who disobey her.

She will punish people!

Jing Zhao pulled her away with one hand, avoiding her waving hand, crumpled the piece of paper, and threw it into the trash: "You are still young, don't learn this mess."

Said as if he was very old.

The business leader twisted his head: "Humph."

Wait, she's pissed.

Jing Zhao picked up the coat that fell on the ground and put it on her: "Leader, let's go with the flow, eh?"

He always called her Shang Lingling before, and it was the first time he called her that, calling her Lingling.

She was bewitched, not only was she not angry, but she obediently handed over control and initiative.

"it is good."

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　　It's getting cold, and the biological clock is being adjusted recently, and the second watch is expected to be around ten o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)