Huh... Nine hundred chapters, this book has been written for a year and six days, more than 300 days and nights, never slacking off, and never stopping. Thank you for following you all the way and supporting me. Thank you, today is the middle of the month, and the first half of the month did not explode. I am ashamed. I will explode more in the second half of the month and give back to you. I also hope that everyone will subscribe and support me!

The dusk is dim, and the setting sun with gold edges in the west is round at this time, shining everywhere, radiant, pissing people's eyes, and like a dream, so unreal.∮The last trace of setting sun, the golden light shines, swallowing the sky and the fertile sun.

The sun shone slanted from the west mountain, and everything on the ground was covered in a blurred rose color.

The warm spring breeze kept blowing, as if one hand was constantly teasing the sun, making it red, just like a woman's shy face, but its poisonous light seemed to be swept away by someone, no longer shining with eyes, but was very soft and bright.

It slowly retreated westward, as gentle and quiet as a pretty girl.

A few white clouds in the sky are flawless and are the contrast of the blue sky.

In the evening sunset, Dai Yu continued to read, but at this moment, her mind was blank and she couldn't read a word. Gradually, the scene of her lingering with Wang Xiaoqiang last night appeared in her mind, and then her eyes narrowed again, and her red lips pursed slightly...

The silver teeth were clenched, and the sound of a thin hair in his throat...

Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly pounced on him, Dai Yu's hand softened, and the book in his hand fell off...

Wang Xiaoqiang picked up the book and handed it to her hand, saying, "Dai Yu, you. If you continue reading, I like the way you are focused when reading. To me, appreciating your intellectual beauty is a kind of enjoyment..."

Dai Yu's cheeks turned red when she heard this, but she still took the book obediently and pretended to be reading the book seriously. Wang Xiaoqiang began his movements...

"You, what do you want to do?" Dai Yu asked in a happier, a little panic, a little confused, and a little scared.

"Dai Yu. We can have sex while reading...hehe..." Wang Xiaoqiang smiled wickedly.

"Hao?" Dai Yu was confused and asked, "What does heo mean?"

Wang Xiaoqiang was stunned, then smiled bitterly, swallowed it, and said, "Hey, is it what we did together last night?"

Dai Yu is also a smart person in Bingxue. After hearing this, he still doesn’t understand what bad idea Wang Xiaoqiang made!

The blush on his face suddenly spread to his white jade-like neck. However, he did not refuse, but just angrily glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang with love and hatred, and said, "I'll kill you!"

"Men are not bad, women don't love them." Wang Xiaoqiang said, and he had already begun his actions.

Dai Yu pushed and let it go, but Wang Xiaoqiang made another request in the middle, which was too much: "Dai Yu. Read a poem for me... you should read it seriously..."

"What poem do you recite?"

"You follow me..."

"Yeah, OK!"

"The flowers send the beautiful girl to the willows to sway. The goddess peeks at the Fengyue Kiln, the man holds the spring organ and plays the lightly, and the sister welcomes the autumn rain to the nine nights"

"Ah, this. I don't read such mischievous poems and lewd words..."

"Dai Yu, although this poem is a bit vulgar and difficult to reach the elegant hall, don't you think this poem is very in line with the current atmosphere?" Wang Xiaoqiang said with his pink cheek.

"Do you really want to recite it?" Dai Yu murmured softly, as if it was a dream song. After Wang Xiaoqiang's two-fold teasings, she was also confused at this time.

"Of course, this poem will be an interesting poem between our bed taboos, and it can play a very good catalytic role!"

"Well, ah, uh, okay, okay..." Dai Yu could no longer hear what she was saying, so the two began a erotic journey of reading and reading poetry...

...

The next afternoon, after school, Tian Yunyi invited Wang Xiaoqiang into her pharmacy. When she arrived at the door of the pharmacy, she saw that Boss Tian was waiting outside to greet her. Compared to the last time she came, Boss Tian's attitude became much more enthusiastic.

After a greeting, Tian Yunyi finally invited Wang Xiaoqiang into a private room. At this time, there was a large table in the private room, and a large ruler of rice paper was placed on the table, with all the pen, ink, paper and ink,

A woman sat at the table. At first glance, she looked over 20 years old, but she had the purity and astringency of a teenage girl. She tasted it carefully, but she had the calmness and perseverance of a woman in her thirties. In her every move, she actually had the mature charm of a 40-year-old woman.

Three age groups with completely different charms, three distinct women's tastes are actually separated from her. She is like a cocktail that blends to the best of her beauty, perfectly decorated.

Her face was like a delicate painting, undoubtedly exquisite.

Cold, charming... Cold and charming!

Leng Mei is her temperament.

The coldness comes from the aloofness between her expression, and the charm is because of her soft eyes and a beauty mole on the corner of her mouth.

The first impression she gave Wang Xiaoqiang was that she was incompatible with literature and art. She was not the temperament that a talented woman had. She was completely like a changeable girl with charm and charm, making you unable to see her age or her identity and background.

Any lustful man will be flirted with by her as long as he sees her, because her mature body is not only amazing in the scenery on her chest, but also in the temptation of fragrance and color.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't believe that the woman in front of him was Ye Junqing, which was incompatible with the talented woman he imagined.

However, Tian Yunyi's introduction denied his judgment, and Tian Yunyi directly introduced, "Xiaoqiang, this is Ye Junqing, Junqing, this is Wang Xiaoqiang." The two looked at each other, and then shook hands politely.

"Hello, my name is Ye Junqing."

Wang Xiaoqiang held her little hand, and the tentacles were soft. Although it was a dragonfly passing by, Wang Xiaoqiang still felt the tenderness and smoothness of her skin. She was the kind of woman who made men want to drag it on the bed and play hard when they saw it. She was a full beauty.

Wang Xiaoqiang is also a knowledgeable person, but he was slightly surprised in his heart. On the surface, he was still talking and laughing, saying, "Listen to Yun Yi, Student Ye's painting has reached the state of silence and sound. Today, we must open our eyes..."

Ye Junqing smiled faintly and said, "I have read the poems of classmate Wang, it's really good, very classic, I'm looking forward to you making better poems today..."

"Haha, then classmate Ye, come first!" Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"You'd better come first. I'll draw whatever poem you write..." Ye Junqing gave in.

Everyone knows that since it is a combination of poetry and painting, it must be aligned with poetry and painting. The person who writes poetry wants to do things in poetry and paintings, and the person who paints wants to do things in poetry. If you write first, you will have a great degree of freedom, and then the author will be greatly restricted.

Wang Xiaoqiang's poems and essays were borrowed from the ancients. He was talented, so he didn't dare to be arrogant. Seeing that the other party was humble, he climbed the steps, thanked him, and started writing...
Chapter completed!