first marriage

Tong Qiqi took a breath suspiciously, puffed up her mouth, curled her hands around her mouth, and tiptoed towards the direction of the light. She hid behind a big vase, and saw the soft lamp in the living room. When the person sat under the floor lamp, the breath in his mouth burst out.

I saw the man in the milky white knitted jumper who was sitting quietly under the orange floor lamp and looked over teasingly.

Tong Qiqi jumped out from behind the big vase almost immediately, and in Rong Zhi's smiling eyes, she defended herself, "I didn't put it—"

The man bent his lips, put down the book in his hand, leaned back on the sofa naturally, squinted his sexy and lazy eyes, and asked Tong Qiqi, "Is there a third person here?"

Tong Qiqi 囧, she pointed at her butt, "I mean, it's not here—"

After the explanation, Tong Qiqi was completely embarrassed!

What a shame!Who would point to their butt and say, the fart is not here?

Tong Qiqi was confused by herself, she rushed in front of Rong Zhi, put her hands on the rattan coffee table, full of grievances, "That was not a fart at all, okay?"

Poor her little face was about to burn, but Rong Zhi came over slowly and asked her innocently, "Did I say someone farted just now?"

"Huh?" Tong Qiqi paused, her mouth growing wide.

A few seconds later, Tong Qiqi glared at Rong Zhi sadly, "Then what is that mocking look in your eyes just now?"

"Oh? Is there? I think my eyes are normal." The man innocently picked up the book in Tong Qiqi's hand, and continued to look where he was looking before.

Tong Qiqi was depressed, scratched the wall, grabbed the book calmly, and asked angrily, "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night? Sitting in the living room is scary?"

The most important thing is that this person is wearing a milky white sweater, sitting lazily on the sofa, enveloped by soft lights, almost coated with a layer of velvet light, and looks not aggressive at all , it's not like the Rong Zhi that Tong Qiqi knew.

Rong Zhi was not annoyed at being snatched away by Tong Qiqi, and slowly crossed his hands on his chest, "I can't sleep, so I still have to report to you?"

Tong Qiqi pursed her lips, lowered her head to look at the book that Rongzhi had snatched from her hand, and after a cursory glance, she quickly threw the book back into Rongzhi's arms, saying something like an electric shock "I'm going to look for food" and the soles of my feet are smeared——

Rong Zhi shook his head with a smile, picked up the book, put it on the coffee table, stood up, and went to the restaurant.

I saw, under the warm orange light, there was a line of handwritten French on the cover of the book, translated into Chinese as "To the one I love the most".It was the collection of poems of the French poetess that Rong Zhi once taught Tong Qiqi to read aloud the taste of youthful sex.

Although Tong Qiqi doesn't know French, she still has a deep memory of the cover of this book. She deeply remembers that night she was like a dehydrated fish, trembling in Rong Zhi's palm, enduring the joy of dying for the first time in her life .

That kind of taboo-tasting touch made her feel like her whole body was on fire every time she recalled it, and she was too shy to think about it.

Standing in the dining room, Tong Qiqi patted her little face, trying to focus on the cooled delicacies on the table instead of these messy things.