Zhou Song turned over and looked towards the back of the sofa and buried his head in the corner of the sofa.

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and they were getting closer and closer to Zhou Song.

Finally, he stopped at the back of Zhou Song's head.

Zhou Song could hear the sound of gentle breathing coming from behind him.

He kept his breathing as natural as possible.

After less than half a minute of confrontation, Zhou Song felt that the weight on his body increased instantly.

That was...a quilt.

The girl gently helped him cover the quilt, for fear of waking him up.

Zhou Song suddenly missed his mother a little.

He hasn't been back to visit her for two months.

Zhou Song suddenly turned over, reached out and took the girl into his arms.

The girl wanted to scream, but her lips were sealed.

...

...

The creaking sound of the sofa made Zhou Song a little embarrassed. Fortunately, everything ended very quickly.

The girl's hands were down, down...

...

The girl raised her graceful naked feet and drew several circles on Zhou Song's belly.

...

Zhou Song let out a long breath, and the girl turned sideways to pull out a few tissues on the coffee table and wiped her own hands.

The girl stood up, turned around and kissed Zhou Song on his lips, and continued to wipe his hands with a tissue while leaving.

...

Asmothy was driven away...it shouldn't be in danger of life anymore, right?

Zhou Song thought in a daze and fell asleep again.

...

Damn, something is wrong!

Zhou Song sat up suddenly.

The living room is still very dark, and the warm morning sunshine is aggrievedly blocked from the thick curtains, only showing its existence through a slit.

Yesterday...the thing in the middle of the night was real or a dream?

Zhou Song touched himself but found no traces left.

However, the extra quilts on their bodies seemed to prove that it was not a dream.

Last night, Zhou Song naturally thought it was Yuan Yueling. Looking back now, the smell on the girl seemed to be different from her usual ones.

Most importantly, the feeling of intimate contact... seems to be one-sided?

Zhou Song was shocked and sweated coldly.

Before Yuan Yueling, he had never had physical contact with other women of appropriate age.

Every time he has physical contact with Yuan Yueling, Zhou Song has a double touch.

When he stroked the other person, he could also feel touched.

Just like last time at Xiyuan Hotel, when Yuan Yueling touched him with her soles, Zhou Song could still feel the temperature, touch, and itch coming from the soles of her feet.

But all this was not the same last night.

That was a completely unprecedented, one-sided unique feeling...

Damn, don't fucking trouble!

Zhou Song's heart was very cold.

Don't follow the footsteps of the old poison...

...

"Young Master Zhou."

"Ah, little... Tang Xiaojie, good morning!"

Tang Xiaojie squatted beside the sofa, with smiles all over her eyes.

She was wearing a lolita pink pajamas, pink rabbit-head slippers, and hollowed-out white socks.

It’s you, who wears socks at home early in the morning?

Seeing Zhou Song's gaze, Tang Xiaojie smiled and twisted her toes.

???

She stood up, walked to the window, and pulled the curtain open.

The sun shines in, but it is not dazzling.

Zhou Song felt that the living room was not much brighter.

"Mr. Zhou, get up, wash and prepare for breakfast." Tang Xiaojie greeted.

"Ah... OK..." Zhou Song pinched the sheet with both hands and threw the look of "You avoid it first".

After Tang Xiaojie left, Zhou Song dressed neatly, washed up briefly, and walked towards the kitchen.

I walked around several times before I found where the kitchen was.

Tang Xiaojie was walking out with a bowl of hot noodles.

"Young Master Zhou, get out of the way." Tang Xiaojie said: "What are you doing in the kitchen? Just wait at the dining table."

"Well……?"

Tang Xiaojie walked to the long dining table, pulled the first chair for Zhou Song, and stood by.

Zhou Song sat down with a little bit of wood.

The bowl of Italian seafood noodles in front of me comes with two small slices of baked bread with a very charred texture.

The noodles are full of hierarchy, with a layer of slightly yellow pasta mixed with red sauce.

The two are stirred together, and the middle layer is black clams and white Yao columns, and the black and white colors are clearly distributed above the pasta.

The top layer is red shrimp and vegetables on the plate. The three layers are sprinkled with a little green fragment, which is a decoration of parsley and green garlic.

...It's a little too luxurious.

Zhou Song prayed silently, picked up the fork and said, "I'm starting!"

After taking a bite of the clam, Zhou Song's mouth was filled with the texture of garlic and shellfish, and the aroma of oil mixed with it made people unable to stop.

The noodles are even more wonderful. The subtle taste from various spices is very rich when the mixture of tomatoes and seafood, but they are arranged in such an orderly manner in the mouth, which is surprising.

Just as Zhou Song was constantly admiring, another plate was placed in front of him.

It was a plate of steaming and neatly shaped dumplings...dumplings.

“Try it!”

Zhou Song raised his head, and the girl with brown curly hair and fleshy face wiped her hands on her apron while smiling at her.

"Did you make this... you made it yourself?" Zhou Song picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and looked at it carefully.

"Or what?" Yuan Yueling walked out of the kitchen, holding a casserole in her hand.

"What is this?" Zhou Song felt his eyes were covered by steam.

"Yang Zai Tang." Yuan Yueling introduced.

"Ah, by the way, Shanxi old jealous, wait for me!" He Sirong ran to the kitchen in a panic.

"Dog, try the mutton soup I made." Yuan Yueling said with a smile.

"Seafood noodles should be eaten while they are hot." Tang Xiaojie bent down and instructed.

"Um..." Zhou Song was a little busy for a moment.

The kitchen door rang, and Yu Panying walked over with a huge dining plate in his hands, covering it with a stainless steel dining plate cover.

Wait a moment.

Hope?

Still have both hands?

Zhou Song realized that something was wrong...
To be continued...