Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 51 Ex-boyfriend

Qi Yue was startled, and quickly ran to the door of the bathroom, holding on to the door frame, refusing San Lian: "No, no, I won't allow it!"

Song Yan looked at her with half-closed eyes: "Did you hide someone in the bathroom?"

Qi Yue rolled her eyes impolitely: "Yes, it's hidden, there's more than one, you're not allowed to go in."

Song Yan stood up and approached her step by step, raised his hand to lightly scrub her chin, and said, "Qi Yue, are you letting go of yourself now? Get up!"

Qi Yue shook her head crazily, stood on tiptoe and looked at Song Yan: "Well, I've always been like this, I pretended it before."

She was the one who followed Qi Huan from the good girls before, so it wasn't her.

Song Yan looked down at Qi Yue's full and glossy lips, his Adam's apple moved, and he raised his hand to grab Qi Yue's right wrist: "Hey, there is only one bathroom over there, so it's not convenient."

Qi Yue still didn't get out of the way, she pondered for a while, and said: "Then you go and sit over there first, I'll go in for a while, and you go after you come out."

Song Yan hummed, didn't argue with her any more, turned and went back to the sofa.

Qi Yue pushed the door open and went in, then locked it.

Looking closely, her fair complexion has already turned pink, as if she had applied blush, which is inexplicably cute.

Even though she was honest with Song Yan in the past, Qi Yue is still flustered now that it is different from the past.

She took off her underwear and quietly folded them together, put them behind her, dawdled in them for a while, opened the bathroom door and walked out with her hands behind her back.

"Cough...you can go and wash."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and his two slender legs were placed casually without moving.

Qi Yue stepped back behind the screen and quickly put the clothes into the bag.

Song Yan didn't go into the bathroom at all, he followed her into the screen, his eyes as dark as a deep pool closely followed Qi Yue's movements.

When Qi Yue stood up, she saw Song Yan at the end of her eyes, and turned to look at him with a guilty conscience: "What are you doing?"

Song Yanqi smiled faintly: "Why weren't you shy at all before?"

Qi Yue bluffed her chest and raised her head: "That's because I don't want to be ashamed with you."

Song Yan smiled noncommittally, and asked again: "Is there a towel?"

Qi Yue shook her head: "That green towel is mine, don't use it. The white one inside is prepared by the hotel."

"Oh."

Qi Yue sat on the sofa outside the screen and waited quietly for Song Yan to see off the guests after washing.

The cell phone she put on the coffee table kept ringing, Qi Yue didn't bother to look at it, and was afraid that she was asking Song Yan, so she simply didn't look at it.

It rained all day, the air was humid, and the wind with moisture was blowing wantonly, and got in through the window, blowing goose bumps all over.

Qi Yue took the woven blanket from the sofa and covered her body, staring intently at the bathroom door over there.

Song Yan took a full hour of washing, and when he came out, Qi Yue was leaning on the back of the sofa chair and taking a nap.

Sensing the darkness in her vision, Qi Yue suddenly opened her eyes, and Song Yan actually knelt on one leg beside her, while the other leg stood on the ground, her face was very close to her.

Qi Yue swallowed, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Song Yan leaned over, and his lips almost touched Qi Yue's. There was a playful smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up dangerously.

"We haven't done it for six months, have we?"

Qi Yue: "...are you sick?"

Song Yan moved a little closer, and now they were really stuck together.

He didn't move.

Qi Yue leaned back as much as possible, there was no way to hide.

"Go away..." Qi Yue snorted.

Just when Qi Yue thought Song Yan was going to do something, the man only pecked her lips lightly, and then stood up with the back of the sofa.

Xu Shi focused all his attention on Song Yan's face just now, and when he stood up, Qi Yue saw that he was only wrapped in a bath towel, which was used by her!
Qi Yue: "!!"

At this time, Qi Yue's cell phone on the coffee table rang again, and the caller ID was Pei Jingxuan.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously, casually picked up the phone and put it in front of Qi Yue, and asked her, "Who is this?"

Qi Yue glanced at it, but didn't explain.

"Answer me." Song Yan pressed.

Qi Yue turned her head and looked away, and said: "I promise you to find Bai Yueguang after we break up, can't I have a relationship?"

"Okay, you go back quickly, if you don't go back, how will you explain it when others suspect it!"

Qi Yue pushed Song Yan, touched his abdominal muscles, and retracted it as if it was hot.

Song Yan grabbed her wrist: "Explain clearly."

Qi Yue couldn't move, and looked down at Song Yan's big hand with strong bones: "Does the ex-boyfriend care about my current position?"

She was only focused on reminding Song Yan of this title, completely oblivious to the lower and lower air pressure around her.

Song Yan seemed to be angry.

All Qi Yue could think about was how to be angry with him, and when he realized it, Song Yan had already pinned him on the sofa.

The scent of herbal shower gel and shampoo from the homestay emanates from Song Yan's body and enters Qi Yue's nasal cavity, with a fresh breath, even higher than the previous Haiyu Qingbai,

In this situation, Qi Yue suddenly had a dangerous thought.

She answered the phone.

"Hello? Qi Yue, you dropped your tablet, can you come down and pick it up?"

Pei Jingxuan's voice was a bit distorted, carrying a non-negligible amount of information.

Qi Yue glanced at Song Yan with a guilty conscience, and said, "It's convenient, I'll be down in five minutes."

Song Yan still held Qi Yue's chin, and the latter blinked, signaling Song Yan to let go of her.

"After 5 minutes, if I don't go down, someone will come up."

Qi Yue's voice was full of temptation, Song Yan let go of her chin as if it was hot, but she was still kneeling on the sofa: "Are you provoking me?"

Qi Yue nodded inaudibly: "You can think so too."

Song Yan was silent, watched her for a full 2 ​​minutes, and acquiesced to her behavior.

"You stayed for 5 minutes, what can I do for these 5 minutes?" Song Yan's deep and hoarse voice shocked Qi Yue.

The atmosphere heats up, and they both know each other's bodies, where they can and cannot touch each other.

Before Pei Jingxuan's second phone call, Song Yan let go of Qi Yue.

She ran downstairs with a blushing face, and when she saw Pei Jingxuan, she was too ashamed to raise her head.

Pei Jingxuan deserved the words "A son is like a zhilanyushu, gentle and elegant", he just stood there with a tall and straight figure, a straight back, and a gentle complexion.

It stands to reason that Pei Jingxuan is somewhat cunning when doing business, but Qi Yue can't see it.

She took the tablet from Pei Jingxuan's hand, thanked her and wanted to go back.

The other party didn't seem to want to let her go like this. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, and asked her: "Do you have a fever, your face looks very red."

Qi Yue buried her head lower: "The wind blows, it's cold."

Pei Jingxuan smiled softly: "Okay, the sea breeze is indeed a bit strong today, remember to close the windows, and call me if you need anything."

Qi Yue nodded indiscriminately: "I see, the air conditioner has been turned on, and it's quite hot now."

Pei Jingxuan hummed, seeing that she was in a hurry and seemed to have something to do, so he followed her.

Qi Yue rushed back to the second floor, Song Yan had already dressed and seemed to be leaving.

(End of this chapter)