Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

"Didn't you wear it yesterday?"

Seeing Song Yang's innocent look, Qin Yumo really wanted to roll her eyes at him.

The reason I don't like you now is because of what you did!

Yesterday is yesterday, now is now!

Qin Yumo gritted her teeth and said.

"Miss Qin."

Song Yang wouldn't let Qin Yumo refuse, so he leaned forward slightly and moved closer to her:

"Are you really not going to?"

As Song Yang approached, Qin Yumo wanted to retreat, but there was a sink behind her, leaving her nowhere to go. She could only lean back to create distance.

In the end, Qin Yumo could not withstand the pressure from Song Yang and reluctantly replied:

"I want."

"Ah."

Song Yang nodded, straightened up, and handed the items to the other party.

He didn't leave immediately, but instead looked Qin Yumo up and down, and said:

"Miss Qin, although jeans do flatter your figure."

"But I think it's better to wear a skirt in the middle of summer, and it looks prettier!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Would it be better to wear a skirt?

The last few words made Qin Yumo's legs go weak.

"More beautiful" is more truthful than real gold, but what exactly does Song Yang mean by "a little better"? Doesn't she understand?

Watching Song Yang's departing figure, Qin Yumo pursed her lips tightly, her fingers unconsciously clenching the stockings he had just given her as compensation.

I stared at it for a long time, and considered throwing it directly into the trash can, but subconsciously I felt that it was wrong.

Stuffing the stockings into her pocket, Qin Yumo splashed some water on her face to cool down her flushed cheeks, lightly touched up her makeup, and returned to her drinking spot.

Chapter Twenty-One: I'm furious right now!

night.

It was already midnight.

In a room upstairs in 3601, only the wall lamp was lit.

The warm light from the wall lamps spread out, trying to dispel the darkness brought by the late night in the room.

Under the light.

Qin Yumo lay on her side on the bed, her thin, soft black nightgown outlining her graceful figure under the influence of gravity, and her snow-white skin, which was covered, was faintly visible.

Her eyes were open, she looked wide awake, and her gaze was fixed on the phone on the bedside table.

I just bought this phone today, and the SIM card inside is also new.

Having betrayed Richard, Qin Yumo really didn't know how to face him, so she could only delay as long as possible, changing her phone number so that Richard couldn't contact her.

But this new number had already been given to Song Yang at the bar.

What Qin Yumo is worried about now is whether Song Yang, who is now living under the same roof, will come looking for her tonight.

Time passes bit by bit.

When the clock struck 12:30, Qin Yumo hadn't received a message from Song Yang, nor was there any knocking at the door. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"They probably won't come."

For some reason, even though I was spared a major blow, I felt a little disappointed.

"Beep beep..."

But at that moment, a notification sound suddenly rang out in the quiet room.

Qin Yumo, who had already gotten up to turn off the lights and go to sleep, froze as if struck by lightning. Her gaze fell on her phone, whose screen was lit up with a text message.

Upon seeing the note containing the word "loach," Qin Yumo actually breathed a sigh of relief.

This proves she wasn't wrong about Song Yang; that bastard really couldn't hold back and wanted to cause trouble tonight.

I didn't want to reply, but I couldn't resist picking up my phone and opening the text message:

"Come to my room for a moment, I need to talk to you."

"hehe.."

Qin Yumo smiled coldly when she saw the words above.

What could possibly be going on so late at night? Even a fool could tell it's not something good.

To think you can offer yourself up willingly is nothing but a pipe dream and wishful thinking!

After cursing Song Yang a few times into her phone, Qin Yumo threw it aside and prepared to go to sleep.

But after tossing and turning in bed for a few minutes, I still couldn't fall asleep.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of what would happen if she went to Song Yang's room.

Could it be like this?

Could that happen?

Thinking too much makes my body feel sick; I have a high fever.

A few minutes later, Qin Yumo suddenly sat up and looked down at her right hand.

Her five fingers were long, slender, and fair, like white jade and green onions, with no nail polish on them.

"Could it be that he really needs to talk to me about something?"

For some inexplicable reason, Qin Yumo found an excuse for herself.

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

At this moment, all she wanted to know was whether her going there would be as she had just imagined.

Soon.

Qin Yumo quietly stood at the door of the room downstairs.

"this is the last time!"

Taking a few deep breaths, Qin Yumo silently made a vow in his heart, then raised his hand and turned the handle.

As expected, there was no lock inside.

Qin Yumo didn't dare to dawdle. If she were to bump into someone while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, she wouldn't be able to explain herself no matter what. So as soon as she opened the door, she went in as quickly as possible and then closed the door.

inside the room.

Bright lights.

Song Yang sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard.

Hearing the door open, she turned to look at Qin Yumo as she entered, somewhat surprised:

"You're here."

He thought he would be spending the night alone, but Qin Yumo actually came.

Looks like I'm not the only one having trouble sleeping.

Song Yang thought to himself, a smile already spreading across his lips.

He noticed, in particular, that Qin Yumo was wearing the stockings he had given her.

Meeting Song Yang's gaze, Qin Yumo trembled, pressed her legs together, and asked with feigned composure:

"What do you want from me?"

Song Yang put down his computer and walked up to Qin Yumo:

"I'm really angry right now..."

"..."

Silent all night.

Noon the next day.

The door to room 3601 opened, and Hu Yifei, who had just returned from school, appeared.

The weather outside was really hot, so as soon as Hu Yifei entered the house, she went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water.

Just as I took a sip, I heard the bathroom door open. I turned around and saw a gurgling sound as the icy water in my mouth rolled down my esophagus and into my body.

The person who came out of the bathroom was none other than Song Yang, who had just finished taking a shower.

At this moment, he was wearing only a bath towel tied around his waist, revealing his slender and strong body. His eight-pack abs left no doubt about the strength he possessed.

Perhaps because she had just taken a shower, water droplets kept falling from her still-dry hair, slowly sliding down her body's curves and finally being absorbed by the towel around her waist.

This scene had a strong visual impact on Hu Yifei.

When he was dressed, Song Yang appeared tall and slender, even somewhat thin.

I never imagined that there would be such a striking body under the clothes.

Song Yang, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at Hu Yifei, who was staring straight at him, and said with some surprise:

"Teacher Hu, why are you back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a leg that had just stepped out of the bathroom quickly retract.

"I had nothing to do this afternoon, so I came back first."

Hu Yifei finally snapped out of her daze, looked away from Song Yang, and reminded him:

"Didn't I tell you yesterday not to call me Teacher Hu?"

After speaking, he turned around, took another sip of water, and moistened his somewhat dry throat.

Seeing that Hu Yifei had turned her back, Song Yang waved to the eyes peeking out from the crack in the bathroom door.

Then the bathroom door slowly opened, and a white figure darted out like lightning, disappearing into Song Yang's room next door in the blink of an eye.

Leaning against the door, Qin Yumo, panting heavily, had her body heaving, her fair face still showing signs of shock.

Those few seconds were definitely the fastest she'd ever run in her life.

Even with his physical strength failing and his back and legs aching, the fact that he could still do it is enough to prove that a person has unlimited potential.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Hu Yifei: We must take Bao back!

"what sound?"

Hu Yifei vaguely heard some noise and turned around.

Seeing Song Yang standing there always makes one's gaze involuntarily drawn to him.

Soon, Hu Yifei noticed that Song Yang was somewhat different from yesterday.

Logically speaking, the situation is clearly better than yesterday, so why is there no reaction at all?

Was he alone in the bathroom just now?

A thought arose in Hu Yifei's mind, making her gaze somewhat strange.

Meeting Hu Yifei's strange gaze, Song Yang calmly said:

"It's nothing, I'm going inside to change my clothes."

Hu Yifei, who felt her guess was pretty close to the truth, waved her hand and urged:

"Go quickly!"

"Ah."