The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 88 Lure

When he heard Su Luo's question, Chu Song didn't realize that she was really asking about a handkerchief. He just thought that she was embarrassed and wanted to change the subject.

There was a smile in his eyes, he took off his coat and put it on her shoulders, then pushed her from behind and walked back step by step until he returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed. Su Luo was still a little unable to react.

The green light on the phone flashed, and when she swiped open the screen, she saw a group message, specifically tagging her and Chu Song.

[We are going to sing karaoke all night long. The address is xx. Where did you two go?Come here as soon as you see the information! 】

The message was sent 10 minutes ago. She looked at the date again. Tomorrow is the weekend, no wonder she stayed up all night.

Su Luo rubbed her sore eyes and stared at the black handkerchief in her hand. She felt happy, surprised, and more disbelieving. She was not in the mood to go out and have fun now.

She sat on the edge of the bed and bit her fingernails subconsciously. Suddenly, she paused in her steps, slid open her phone again, and clicked on Xu Zhihan's profile picture.

[Zhihan, look at the scar on Lao Fu’s hand, is it still there?Crescent-shaped, extremely urgent, quick, quick, quick! 】

After she finished posting, she couldn't sit still anymore. She walked back and forth on the floor in her slippers, round and round, looking at the screen every few seconds, her heart pounding about to jump out of her throat.

On the other side, in the KTV private room, Yun Duoduo and Gu Xiaozhou each took a microphone and sang a love song duet, crying like ghosts and wolves howling.

The others sat on the sofa and drank. When Xu Zhihan saw the message, it was already 15 minutes later.

There was a lot of noise in the space, and the high-decibel accompaniment hurt people's eardrums. Xu Zhihan leaned over to ask Fu Ganbai. Seeing that he was puzzled and didn't hear anything, Xu Zhihan directly took his hand to check.

Fu Qianbai was stunned. He could feel the woman's small hand holding his palm softly. Their palms touched each other, and Fu Qianbai's heart beat faster.

Xu Zhihan took a look, took a photo of his arm, and sent it.

Here, Su Luo had been waiting for a long time and was losing her patience. When she was about to call, she suddenly received a photo from Xu Zhihan, and she quickly clicked to enlarge it.

In the picture, although the lighting is dim, the scar on Fu Qianbai's arm is still clear. Where is the crescent-shaped scar?It's obviously a caterpillar.

And she actually spent so long struggling and struggling. What was she doing during this time?

Su Luo stroked her forehead, completely speechless to herself.

So, Fu Qianbai doesn't have it, and Chu Song doesn't have it either. So who does Yue Ya have it with?

The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, Su Luo rubbed her hair irritably, scratching it in a mess, so she simply lay on the bed and opened an app to watch dramas.

What is playing is an ancient costume fantasy drama. On the screen, the hero and heroine are rolling together on the big bed, the green clothes are fading, and the veil is flying on the top of the bed. The picture is very beautiful.

However, in the midst of passion, a pair of butterfly wings suddenly appeared on the heroine's back, startling the hero.

Su Luo chuckled lightly. She felt like she was in trouble. She sat up, changed her clothes and was about to remove her makeup and wash herself. She looked in the mirror and moved her hands for a moment, feeling suddenly blessed.

Is it...

No way……

After pondering over the speculation that emerged from the bottom of my heart, the more I thought about it, the more likely it became that it was possible, so the original step of removing makeup became replenishing makeup.

She lightly patted her nose and forehead with loose powder to make sure her makeup was clean, and then applied a thin layer of lipstick.

True red, extremely gorgeous.

Opening the wardrobe, she chose a black suspender dress. The fabric was thin and thin. It was tightly covered in the front but had a large hollow in the back.

After spraying perfume and combing her messy hair, before going out, she took Yun Duoduo's bag of potato chips, tore them open but didn't eat them, just held them in her hand as a prop, and then Shi Shiran went down to the second floor.

There was a knock on the door of the boys' dormitory on the second floor. After waiting for a while, the door was pushed open.

Seeing it was her, Chu Song smiled and turned to let her in.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, she walked in while rubbing her eyes and blinking from time to time, which attracted Chu Song's attention.

"what happened?"

Chu Song stepped forward, pinched her chin with his thumb and forefinger and inspected it, and he let go after finding nothing unusual.

However, before he planned to distance himself, Su Luo had already quietly leaned forward, pouted her little mouth, her little face was wrinkled, and hummed softly:

"Look again, the eyelashes seem to have fallen in."

Chu Song frowned, pulled her to sit beside the desk lamp, opened her eyelids again, and looked carefully up and down.

She held her head high, her neck was slightly tilted back, her eyeballs were exposed to the air, a little dry, her sunflower-like eyelashes trembled, and her shallow eyes were gradually covered with a layer of mist, moist and clear.

Suddenly, a stream of air blew toward her eyeballs. Su Luo instinctively closed her eyes, with a little tear appearing in the corner of her eyes.

"Are you feeling better? I'm going downstairs to get eye drops."

After saying that, he was about to turn around, but was gently held by a small hand, and then heard her clear voice:

"It seems much better, don't go."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Chu Song only felt that Su Luo's voice now was extraordinarily soft, sweet and greasy, which was very different from the one on the terrace just now.

Then, he saw Su Luo take out a tissue and wipe away her tears. She had no intention of leaving. Instead, she sat on the bed that belonged to him. She leaned back slightly, with her arms on the mattress and her calves. Wobbly.

"drink water?"

"Do not."

The woman looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, her slightly red eyes still wet. She looked at him with calm but turbulent eyes, as if nothing was the same as before.

The two of them were silent, and the air was very quiet.

He sat back at the desk again, staring at the medical paper on the computer. After reading a few lines, he suddenly asked:
"You're sitting on my bed."

"Ok, I know."

As soon as the words were out of the mouth, Su Luo mentioned them with all her heart, and quickly had a brain storm, and she couldn't hear the slightest strangeness in her voice:
"Duoduo said, you sleep on the side."

After a few seconds, the man nodded casually.

The desk was facing the big bed, and the laptop screen covered Chu Song's upper body. Su Luo could only see his handsome eyebrows and wet hair. He had obviously taken a shower.

His back was straight, his knuckled fingers were pointing at the mouse, his eyes were focused, and his black pupils were so clear that Su Luo seemed to be able to see the light reflected in them.

She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little guilty for no reason, and then remembered her purpose for coming, and quickly adjusted her aura, so cowardly, there was no charm at all.How to make stuffed rice with him?

"what are you doing?"

She came over, resting her palm on the edge of the table, leaning her upper body slightly forward, looking at his computer.

On the screen was a medical paper, densely packed with English. Su Luo glanced at the header and saw that it was a SCI core journal. She couldn't help but curiously asked:
"Are you looking for literature?"

Chu Song shook his head: "I'm doing a peer review." Su Luo was startled, her eyes widened in disbelief: "Are you a peer reviewer?"

You must know that in academia, those who can become peer reviewers are all academic leaders, regardless of their personal academic ability or scientific contribution, they are all outstanding.

In her impression, those who can survive to this position are basically old men, at least they should start at the age of 40, not to mention the medical field, let alone world-renowned journals.

Chu Song curled his lips and looked at the admiration in the little woman's eyes. He felt very pleased and wrapped his long arms around her waist.

She sat down on his lap, her soft arms wrapped around his neck, and her fingertips stroked the stubbled hair on the back of his head, once and for all.

Chu Song's back stiffened, and his fingers climbed up the woman's back as if he had self-awareness. His fingertips felt smooth.

Her back is actually hollow.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't let it go. He unconsciously rubbed the woman's soft skin and couldn't put it down.

She slowly came closer, and the fragrance of gardenia gradually enveloped her body. The tip of her nose was only one centimeter away from his. She looked at him, her eyes were clear and soft, she opened her red lips lightly, and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible:
"Doctor Chu is so talented and beautiful that this little girl is fascinated by him. I wonder if I can kiss him for a while?"

The corners of her mouth curled up badly, her expression was indescribably vivid, she looked like a little fairy, Chu Song's eyes sank, he pinched her chin, and kissed her like that, without the usual expression Gentle, eager and domineering.

Su Luo was twisting softly in his arms, as if she had no bones, and she would let out a squeak from time to time, which made Chu Song's whole body feel hot.

The next second, he picked her up horizontally. Su Luo quietly opened her eyes and took a look, then closed her eyes with relief, suddenly feeling a little ashamed.

However, he opened the door, carried her all the way to the third floor, passed through the door of the girls' dormitory, put her on the bed, lifted the quilt and wrapped her in it, then turned and left.

The door slammed shut.

Su Luo's expression cracked inch by inch, and she looked towards the empty doorway.

Was she rejected?

Su Luo rolled her eyes, slid open her phone and typed, typing, deleting, and typing again.

So, after Chu Song had calmed down his breathing for a long time, sat down at the desk again, and was about to finish reviewing the remaining papers, a voice message suddenly came in on WeChat.

As soon as she opened the door, Su Luo's voice floated out:

"The water pipe in the bathroom is broken, and water keeps coming out, what can I do..."

A few minutes later, Chu Song knocked on the door, opened it and walked in.

The girls' dormitory was very quiet, with only the sound of running water in the bathroom. Water vapor mixed with shower gel seeped out through the cracks in the door, carrying the aroma of shower gel.

"Luoluo, am I coming in?"

"it is good."

Hearing this, Chu Song pushed open the bathroom door, but the next second, it slammed shut.

The door blocked his view, but the dazzling white patches were still imprinted in his mind. After a long time, Chu Song said in a hoarse voice:
"You...you put your clothes on."

"……Oh."

Su Luo responded, but she stuffed her pajamas into the washing machine without hesitation. She only picked up a not-so-long bath towel and wrapped it around her chest.

When Chu Song came in again, he saw her bare feet on the floor tiles, her legs were white, long and straight, and the edge of the towel barely covered her key parts.

Just move up a little bit and you'll see everything.

The sound of the water was still rushing, and the sound of each other's heartbeat and breathing covered the hustle and bustle of the room.

Chu Song walked to the water pipe without squinting, squatted down, and picked up the water pipe that looked like it had been artificially unscrewed. His throat rolled.

Just when he was about to say something, there was a dull sound next to him, accompanied by a cooing sound.

He turned around suddenly and saw Su Luo falling on the floor tiles, her bath towel hanging loosely on her body, trying to cover her body.

Not caring about other things, Chu Song strode over, and his feet slipped. He hurriedly supported the wall, only to find that the soles of his slippers were full of bath liquid, and so were the soles of Su Luo's feet.

However, the strange thing is that the shower gel is not foamy, but still gelatin-like, as if someone had deliberately applied it on the floor tiles.

Seeing the doubt on his face, Su Luo quickly imagined the way Xu Zhihan spoke in the past. She tightened her throat to make her voice soft and thin, and said coquettishly:

"What are you doing standing there dumbly? Why don't you get up quickly?"

As soon as the words came out, she trembled secretly. From the corner of her eye, she saw the faint redness of Chu Song's ears. She felt very satisfied. She didn't feel the pain from the fall just now.

Chu Song pulled the towel from the shelf and wiped the soles of her feet before picking her up and leaving the bathroom.

When he put the person on the bed again and was about to straighten up, Su Luo's hand did not let go. She looked at him and said softly:
"Why did you leave just now?"

Chu Song felt a numbness in his tailbone, and quickly calmed down, pretending to be calm:
"It's getting late, I'm going back first."

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the little woman's eyes gradually filled with mist, and then turned into big tears, rolling down.

Chu Song was anxious, and rubbed his rough fingertips against her fair skin, but unexpectedly, she suddenly let go of her hand and made a gesture to turn around.

Chu Song was very experienced in this area. Every time she turned around, she would get angry. It took him a long time to coax her last time.

So, he grabbed her shoulders, fixed her, forced her to look up at him, lowered her head, and gently sucked away her tears.

"Okay, why are you crying?"

Only then did Su Luo open her eyelashes, sniffled, and looked at him aggrievedly, with a muffled voice:
"You...do you think my breasts are not as big as others?"

Hearing this, Chu Song's eyes involuntarily moved down to the ravine, which was milky white and had two big white rabbits, towering as if they were not restricted by gravity.

Facing the serious but accusatory gaze of the little woman, he felt his throat dry and wanted to drink saliva.

There were beads of sweat on Chu Song's forehead as he was thinking about what to say. It took him a long time before he finally managed to say:
"No, your biggest."

However, after saying that, Su Luo's expression suddenly turned bad. She narrowed her eyes dangerously, as if her limp appearance just now was all an illusion.

"Who else have you met?"

Chu Song choked and explained honestly:
"My colleagues in the plastic surgery department brought me some prostheses before, and I've seen the models."

Su Luo stared at him suspiciously for several seconds, then slowly returned to her boneless appearance.

She moved closer, looking through his black pupils, as if she wanted to see into the depths of his soul, her eyes were calling.

"Aren't you okay?"

Chu Song: "..."

　The next chapter will continue to tease the return theme!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)