first marriage

Chu Zhiya walked into the study, and Rong Zhi was typing on the computer with a serious expression, letting her take care of herself.Chu Zhiya couldn't help being a little disappointed, she sat on the velvet sofa beside her and waited for a while, then stood up, looking curiously at this retro and gorgeous study room.

She found several homemade exercise books on the carpet under the coffee table, and found a small bay window next to a large potted plant in the corner, on which there were several floral cushions that were incompatible with the study room decoration, and there was even a soft Pig head pillow...

Chu Zhiya picked up the pig's head pillow, and looked at Rong Zhi's tall and straight back thoughtfully, the more she looked at it, the more her mood was up and down, and the thin figure of Tong Qiqi couldn't get rid of it in her mind.

She took a deep breath, letting herself stop thinking about it, and put the pig's head pillow back.Deliberately bypassing the small bay window, walked to the bookshelf as high as the roof, and flipped through a few books at random.

On the bookcase within reach, Chu Zhiya was excited to find an original French book, which she had read when she was in France, and she did not expect that there was such a book in Rongzhi's study.

She happily reached out to take it, thinking that when Rong Zhi finished, she could use this book as a common topic and chat with Rong Zhi for a while.

Thinking about it, she blushed a little.

Just because... this book is a poem written by a French female writer in her early years.In that romantic country, the young female writer expressed her longing for love and lust in beautiful French.Therefore, reading many of the poems in this book will always make people blush, heartbeat, and short of breath, especially...with the one they love.

At that time, Chu Zhiya read this book entirely out of curiosity, and it was undeniable that it was a good book, but in China, only a small group of people knew about this book.She would never have guessed that one day, she would hold such a book and share a room late at night with the object of her crush.

She took out the book and hugged it in her arms, turned around and took a fixed look at Rong Zhi, then turned around quickly, and unbuttoned the two buttons of the blouse on her chest.

She is wearing a Chanel summer limited-edition suit. The top is a white chiffon shirt with black borders, and the bottom is a black skirt with an A-line. The good tailoring and looming transparency perfectly show Chu Zhiya's elegant and tall figure.

At this moment, Chu Zhiya deliberately unbuttoned the two buttons of the neckline, and her elegant and independent style instantly turned into a sexy and decadent style. The neckline just opened to the edge of the corset, revealing the snow-white chest skin and deep grooves. The temptation of refusing to greet is actually more bone-destroying than going naked.

Holding the book in one hand, she flicked across the bookshelf with the other hand, took out a record, and put it into the ancient record player beside her.

The headlight on the top of the study was turned off with a "snap", and only the desk lamp on the desk was still on in the whole room. The purple velvet reflected the brown space in the room, and retro jazz music resounded slowly, low and melodiously throughout the space. .

When Rong Zhi looked up, he saw a woman who looked more like a fairy than a demon, with a slender waist, walking gracefully in lotus steps.

The woman's black hair, which was originally coiled behind her head, was let down, and her fluffy hair flaunted a charming wildness. Her small face was so white and delicate that it was not like ordinary things, her eyes were like silk, and her scarlet lips were slightly parted, as if silently. made an ambiguous invitation.

In the air, there was a strong smell of hormones ready to move.