In the room, the lights were glimpsing and the temperature was rising little by little.

The orange-yellow warm light at the head of the bed fell on Zhimian's skin, which was more beautiful than snow, and a layer of milky white halo was sprinkled on it. She was like a red rose blooming under the night frost and dew. She was soaked by water vapor, and her eyes were covered with mist and red.

Zhimian heard his bewitching and looked red. He supported the bed with his hands and stood up slightly, trying to avoid the man's attack of showing off his might. He cried and said no.

It seems to be very aggrieved.

It seemed like she had already done something.

Duan Zhuo's palm touched her slender spine and pressed her tighter into his arms. He kissed her sensitive, thin red earlobes lightly and heavily, and smiled with a smile: "Okay, I won't put it in, what should I hide from?"

He turned over, put her flat, pulled up the pillow next to her, and put it behind her, so that they could all feel better.

Then Duan Zhuo held her slender feet/ankle, dragged them in his direction, and carried them onto his shoulders.

The man took the initiative.

Zhimian's hands were tightly clamped and his face turned red so much that it could not be red anymore. He couldn't help but hum softly, and his mind was dizzy again.

How could her youth be compared with his skillfulness and sophistication?

In this regard, men seem to have a self-learning instinct. Sometimes, they even know themselves more than her and know how to bully her, so that they will lose their minds and sink into it.

Zhimian watched a thin layer of sweat appear on the man's tight and strong muscles, and blue veins appear on his arms, as if he was extremely restrained.

She couldn't feel that discomfort.

After a while, he let go of his hand, leaned down, hugged her again, calling her name over and over again, as if quenching thirst.

Zhimian met his dark and loving eyes, and his heart was so hot that it was soft and he said softly: "Duan Zhuo, I want to kiss you..."

The man laughed, leaned down his face, Zhimian climbed up to his shoulder, and took the initiative to send red lips.

Her mind seemed to be uncontrolled, and the kiss gradually went in another direction.

Gradually, Duan Zhuo's breathing became messy and his eyes became darker and darker.

After a while, something was thrown into the trash can.

Zhimian's ears burned red, stopped for a few seconds, leaned over and kissed her. Duan Zhuo pressed her hair with his hand and let out a heavy breath. His eyes were red and red, and his voice was completely dull: "Mianmian..."

The little girl has always been shy. If there is, it will be the man who takes the initiative to mention it.

But because of her love for him, she also wanted to please him like he pleased her yesterday.

She will do this.

I have taught you since the previous section of Zhuo.

When he taught her for the first time, Zhimian blushed and wanted to refuse, but in the end he was coaxed by him and let him do whatever he wanted.

At this moment, Duan Zhuo looked at the little girl's ignorant and immature movements, but it looked like the deadliest poisonous insect. His eyes were hot, and he let her review what she had learned before and constantly try new explorations.

Until Duan Zhuo's voice became more and more difficult to control, he picked her up, held her back, and took her breath with a stormy kiss.

Some people say that when the love is strong, your actions will lose your mind.

Zhimian hugged him tightly without any shyness, and sent himself into his arms, burying his head in his neck and sobbing, feeling that he was completely crazy for her.

The sound of the waves finally subsided, and a seagull fell quietly on the reef by the sea.

Thin sweat penetrated the skin and filled the body warmly, indicating how much fun I had just had.

After eased, Duan Zhuo looked at her with his eyes down, his fingertips slowly brushed her red lips with water, and his voice was mute in her ears: "Baby, you want me to die."

At this moment, Zhimian's shy feeling completely exploded in her heart, and she blushed.

Duan Zhuo held her with one hand, got up slightly, went to the bedside to take the cardboard box, and wiped it for her first. Zhimian touched the sweaty and other wet bed sheets, and murmured softly: "It's time to change this..."

"Okay, I'll change it later."

These matters were private, and Duan Zhuo used to deal with them, so he would not let other cleaning staff clean them. Moreover, after the cleaning staff came this morning, Duan Zhuo also instructed not to go to the master bedroom to clean.

It's too much to overwhelm it.

Duan Zhuo got up, got out of bed, then picked her up and "rinse it."

He was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable when she would sleep like this.

When he walked to the bathroom, Duan Zhuo thought of something, suddenly laughed and said leisurely: "Isn't it just a shower together?"

Zhimian was so embarrassed that he hung on him like a koala. At this moment, he drooped his eyelids and was so tired that he didn't want to move. He also teased him for a few words. Anyway, he would serve her very well every time. Of course, it is not ruled out that sometimes he would make trouble while washing.

After the two finished cleaning, Duan Zhuo tied a bath towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom to clean up the room.

Zhimian put on his suspender nightgown again, walked to the mirror on the bathroom, and saw a few obvious strawberry marks on his neck, and sighed helplessly.

How do she wear clothes this season!

I shouldn't have let him do whatever he wants just now.

After Zhimian finished tidying up everything, he walked out of the bathroom and felt that the special atmosphere in the room had dissipated.

Duan Zhuo had just packed up and turned around and saw the little girl. He walked over and picked her up, and put it back on the dry and soft bed.

Zhimian got into the quilt, Duan Zhuo grabbed her in his arms again, and turned to look at her.

"Can you please let me off tonight..."

She begs for mercy.

Last night, Zhimian was about to fall asleep, and Duan Zhuo bullied him again.

The man curled his lips, "Okay, it's up to you to be so obedient tonight."

She blushed and hit him, and her hand was held. Duan Zhuo gently scratched her palm and smiled, "Child, why are you so crying?"

“…”

She didn't think about it either...

But her tear glands seemed to be particularly prone to being stimulated, especially when he bullied her on special occasions, she was like a little crybag, with tears in her eyes.

"Do you know if you cry will make me want to bully you more and more."

Zhimian coquettishly: "Why are you so bad..."

He smiled so hard, "Didn't I always be so bad? Did you know me the first day?"

This man has never been shameless.

Duan Zhuo looked at her and pulled the corner of his mouth lightly: "After breaking up, I can't imagine you lying in the arms of other men like this."

After realizing that she had actually left him, Duan Zhuo realized what he had lost.

He was wondering whether she would start a new relationship and give all her love to the man. Her tenderness, sweetness, joy and throbbing no longer belonged to him. Perhaps she would love that man so much that it was hard to let go, and there were many wonderful nights between them to spend together.

Zhimian heard this and whispered: "I just always felt that you didn't like me that much."

That's why she felt that he didn't care.

"No, I'm just not used to hang these words on my lips." Duan Zhuo pecked her lips, "Do you still think so now?"

Zhimian smiled, "Of course I know now, so I still have to say it if I like it. Girls like to listen to sweet words..."

Duan Zhuo listened to his opinion: "Then I will say more in the future."

He now understands that this little girl in his family is like a child. Because she experienced such a hard life when she was a child, she particularly longed for fairy tale love. Her love will not be mixed with worldly things and is particularly simple and pure.

What she wanted was actually very simple, but in the past, he had always ignored her most heart-wrenching needs and did not understand what she wanted.

But fortunately, now he understands.

Zhimian leaned on his shoulder, gradually getting sleepy, muttering: "Duan Zhuo..."

"Um?"

"You have to be nice to me..."

The man gently brushed away the broken hair on her face and kissed her gently: "Sure, I promise."-

In mid-May, lychees are ripe, and their crystal clear flesh indicates that summer is coming.

Zhimian received two particularly good news. The first is that her work was shortlisted for the Zhicai Cup Gold Award comic selection and had the chance to win the award.

The second is that her "August Monsoon" IP was taken by a film and television company, and the other party asked her to buy the film and television adaptation rights. Huchuang Baiwei Company has won her a better price, hoping to become one of the company's popular IPs this year.

If a comic can be made into a real person, it also means that once the film and television works become popular, Zhimian's popularity will greatly increase, and she will appear in front of the public as a better person.

Finally, Huochuang Baiwei asked her about the price of millions. One afternoon, Zhimian woke up in bed in the afternoon. After receiving the quotation information, Zhimian was so excited that he was about to jump up. He jumped out of the bed quickly and walked out of the bedroom to shout Duan Zhuo's name.

The man was in the gym at home. When he heard Zhimian's rapid voice, he thought something had happened. He immediately got up and walked out. Zhimian saw him and rushed forward excitedly, "Duan Zhuo!"

"What's wrong, so happy?"

"Sold it! My film and television copyright is sold!"

Duan Zhuo looked at her excited look and smiled at her eyebrows: "Didn't I say everything? It's definitely no problem."

"I haven't thought about it, and the price I give is also very good..."

Zhimian talked about the price, Duan Zhuo touched her head and laughed and joked: "Now some people are little rich women."

Happiness comes too quickly, Zhimian feels a little incredible, and always feels like dreaming.
To be continued...