The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 68 Color number
Yun Duoduo's eyes were blank, her hands were wrapped around Su Luo's waist, and she spoke a little loudly:

"Well, I remembered it wrong... Su Luo, why is your waist so swollen and soft? What do you do?"

Su Luo smiled at the others:
"I am currently a graduate student, majoring in sculpture. I will talk to you in detail when I have time. Duoduo is drunk, so I will send her upstairs first."

After speaking, Su Luo supported Yun Duoduo with her shoulders and held her waist to prevent her from stumbling.

Several men stood up one after another, but they couldn't help them directly, so they could only see the two of them wandering upstairs.

Gu Xiaozhou was still a little stunned. He said that when he first saw Su Luo, he felt that he had a special temperament. It turned out that he was engaged in art.

After a few minutes, seeing Fu Qianbai still staring at the empty staircase, like a stone sculpture, the sense of superiority Xu Zhihan had just aroused was instantly extinguished.

In her opinion, only rich girls with a worry-free life would choose to major in art, and they don't need to worry about job suitability.

Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, but she is clearly no worse than others, but she has to work hard for life.

She must marry a rich man!
Thinking like this, Xu Zhihan lowered her long eyelashes and her eyes darkened.

After a while, when Su Luo came down from upstairs, she saw Chu Song holding her stomach and nestling on the sofa.

Her heart tightened, and she hurriedly ran into the kitchen and found the stomach medicine she bought today from the operating table. She found that the package had been unpacked and only half of it was left.

When she entered the living room, she saw Xu Zhihan smiling slightly and reaching out to hand over the medicine.

"Chu Song, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

She spoke softly, with just the right amount of concern in her voice.

Under the light, Chu Song's pale face was unusually flushed, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw it was her.His eyes dropped to her hands, and he shook his head politely and distantly:

"Thank you. Painkillers don't work for me. I'll just rest for a while."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again and frowned again.

Seeing that he was obviously unwilling to communicate, Xu Zhihan didn't want to bring trouble to herself, so she turned around and went upstairs.

Hearing Xu Zhihan's footsteps walking away, Chu Song opened his eyes again. His throat was a little dry. He wanted to go into the kitchen to get a glass of water, but he saw a slender figure behind the screen.

The lower half of the screen was hollowed out, and he recognized the owner of the pair of pink rabbit slippers at a glance.

He frowned and stood up from the sofa, his steps heavy and slow.

Su Luo pinched the capsule, her face a little burning. When she saw the two of them alone, she almost subconsciously hid, feeling guilty for no reason.

Just as he was awkwardly unable to move forward or retreat, a man's low, hoarse and weak voice sounded above his head.

"What are you holding in your hand?"

Su Luo suddenly turned her hand away, blinked at the void, and murmured softly:

"It's nothing."

She walked backwards into the kitchen, turned around quickly, and was about to throw the medicine into the drawer.

However, her wrist was grasped by the man in time. The moment of contact, the unusually high temperature in his palm made her tremble.

Seeing that she was holding the same capsule, Chu Song reached out to take it and took out two capsules.

Su Luo was startled: "Didn't you say it's useless to eat it?"

"Well, it's useless."

"Then you still..."

Chu Song raised his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes were filled with a dark glow caused by the high temperature. He suddenly smiled softly:
"Eating it is indeed useless to the body, but..."

The next second, he lowered his head and came closer. His hot breath brushed her ears and sprayed on her temples. His voice sounded as pleasant as a cello:
"...I feel comfortable."

Su Luo stared at him blankly, her light eyes covered with mist, her eyes obsessed and soft.

After a long while, she finally coughed softly:
"Then, I'll warm you a glass of milk."

The button turned to the right for 1 minute, the countdown began, and the sound of the microwave rotating filled the air.

The two were silent.

Staring at the red light in the case, Chu Song said in a deep voice:
"That soup..."

Su Luo's face turned red and she said harshly:

"I made the soup and drank it myself. It has nothing to do with you."

"Then last night..."

"Nothing happened last night, don't think too much about it."

Sensing something was wrong, she raised her eyes and met Chu Song's smiling gaze.In an instant, thousands of stars fell into the cold pool, like a whirlpool with its own gravity, making people unable to extricate themselves.

She finally calmed down and saw that he had already stuffed the capsule into his mouth. It was too late to stop her:
"What are you doing!"

It must be miserable.

Su Luo quickly opened the refrigerator door and took out a piece of sweet ice cream. After unpacking it, she was about to stuff it into his hand, but suddenly she remembered that he had a stomach problem and couldn't eat ice cream.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of sugar water."

"It's too late, please lend me some sweetness."

"Huh? Uh..."

The door of the floor-standing refrigerator was wide open, just covering the camera.

Chu Song held her pink cheeks with both hands, turned and kissed her passionately, plundering every inch of her breath, domineering yet forbearing.

The air conditioner came out of the refrigerator, but Su Luo felt hot all over.

The four lips were entangled in silence, and it wasn't until the second before he was about to suffocate that he reluctantly let go of her.

Seeing her watery eyes wide open and her eyes blurred, he came up and pecked her plump lips again, his voice was soothing and flirty:

"I want soup tomorrow, the same soup."

Her eyes gradually focused, and after she came to her senses, she whispered:

"…childish."

At this time, Gu Xiaozhou's voice sounded from the stairs.

"Brother Chu Song, are you there?"

"coming."

He responded loudly and wiped the water stains on her lips with his fingertips, causing her face to blush.

When Chu Song left, Su Luo was still standing in front of the refrigerator and giggling. The air-conditioning hit her face, but she felt as warm as if she was immersed in a hot spring.

*
Second floor, boys' dormitory.

Seeing Chu Song come in, the other two men motioned him to look at his phone.

Swipe open the screen, it is the information of the director group:

[Please choose a lipstick each from the male guests and send out a first date invitation. The female guests will be matched with you for a date based on the lipstick number. 】

During the day, the staff secretly delivered three boxes of lipsticks of different brands, with hundreds of tubes of different models on display.

As a result, three men who were elites in their respective fields encountered the same problem.

"What do the letters S308 and A106 mean?"

Gu Xiaozhou took out a lipstick and pulled off the cap with all his strength. When he saw that it was not moving, he fiddled with it for a long time before finally unscrewing it.

Fu Qianbai rolled up his sleeves, followed the steps he found online, and began to test colors on his forearms.

After a while, he had more than 20 kinds of red, pink and orange in his hands.

"Is there any difference? Why do I feel red?"

Gu Xiaozhou frowned, flipping through the posts on his phone and commenting on them one by one:
"According to what this blogger said, this row is pumpkin color, dirty orange, mermaid girl, aunt red, earth color...

Brother Fu, which one do you think is better? "

Fu Ganbai was replying to the WeChat of the off-field aid with a serious face:
"My sister said that bean paste color is popular recently. Have you seen the fillings of bean paste buns? Dark red with a little purple?"

Isn't that the same as being poisoned?Gu Xiaozhou was dumbfounded and glanced to the right again.

Chu Song wiped the knotted hair on his arms, raised his chin, pointed at the Death Barbie powder in front of him, and said lightly:

"I'll just take this one."

Seeing their confusion, Chu Song explained seriously:

“This kind of gold tube has a magnet on the lid, and it looks classier than others.

As for the color...this pink is very versatile and the fluorescent pink markers stand out the most when working. "

Hearing this, the two of them nodded.

Sure enough, aesthetics comes from life and is higher than life.

　Alas, straight male aesthetics
　　
　
(End of this chapter)