Chapter 5

Qin Yinong lowered her head slightly, leaning against Tang Ruoyao's ear, half-opening her lips, touching her earlobe.

Tang Ruoyao hasn't done intimate things with her for too long, and the mental replenishment for a while overwhelms the actual progress, and it is too much to deal with. Qin Yinong didn't have time to do anything, so she raised her arm and hugged her shoulders, and hummed dullly.

Qin Yinong was startled.

From Tang Ruoyao's invisible angle, Qin Yinong's eyes were more tender, and her voice was habitually frivolous and ambiguous: "Miss me?"

Tang Ruoyao's neck and face were red, embarrassed, and she closed her mouth without saying a word.

"Speak." Qin Yinong said softly against her ear.

"..."

"How does this sister know what you want without speaking?" Qin Yinong pretended to be sad. As an excellent actor, even if she can't see her face, her voice is enough to express a very sad emotion, which is more than real.

"Sister..." Tang Ruoyao endured shyness and murmured, burying hot cheeks between her neck, replacing unspoken words with practical actions.

"Want me?" Qin Yinong gave a low laugh, not planning to let her go so easily.

Tang Ruoyao blushed and smoked, and both hands clenched her fists unconsciously.

"You're hurting me." Qin Yi said in a thick, pitiful voice.

Tang Ruoyao immediately released his fist, but in the next second realized that she hadn't caught Qin Yinong at all.

"Puff." Qin Yinong couldn't help but laugh, and laughter rang out at the same time.

Was teased again.

Tang Ruoyao: "..."

Tang Ruoyao lifted her face and looked at Qin Yinong's expression. She felt that she was in a good mood and gave her a bold look.

Qin Yinong was really not angry. She squeezed her chin with her fingertips. It felt good. She squeezed two more hands with love, and her eyes were filled with smiles: "Why are you so funny? Huh?"

Tang Ruoyao answered without changing her face, "My sister taught me well."

Qin Yinong snorted and said, "Don't blame it on me, I didn't teach you to be stupid."

"I'm just being stupid in front of you." Tang Ruoyao tempted her with some secret thoughts.

She stared at Qin Yinong's eyes for an instant, trying to see different mood swings in it. Qin Yinong looked back at her with a smile and amusement, except for the kind Tang Ruoyao wanted.

Tang Ruoyao's eyes darkened.

Qin Yinong had a panoramic view of her subtle changes, and her fingers hanging on one side moved almost imperceptibly.

Tang Ruoyao quickly adjusted her emotions and raised her eyes and asked, "Do you?"

Qin Yinong was shocked by her straightforward inquiry, even if she didn't look like this. When she recovered, her ears suddenly heated up, resisting the urge to turn away.

Tang Ruoyao said indifferently: "Don't you want to agree with me?"

Is it her illusion? Just now seemed to see a trace of dodge in Qin Yinong's eyes?

Qin Yinong didn't give her time to think anymore, bowed his head and kissed her, her lips and tongue danced with the smell of desire.

Qin Yinong is really a very good sponsor, gentle, considerate, generous and impeccable when we are together.

Tang Ruoyao lay on the warm and soft bed, snuggling over with hot body temperature. Only at this time, Tang Ruoyao felt that Qin Yinong was also a soft and warm person.

Regarding the analysis of Qin Yinong, media articles are all over the world. The better ones say she is romantic and passionate, and the worst ones say she is profane. No matter what, she can't take it off a bit, she is a passionate person. But Tang Ruoyao knew it was not. She just looked enthusiastic, but under the flame, there was a hard iceberg wrapped in it.

She is passionate, but even more ruthless.

Tang Ruoyao opened her eyes, and the pattern on the ceiling above her head was gradually distorted into indistinct chaotic patterns.

The room was faintly spinning around, the world was warm and moist, her thoughts became intermittent, and her mind was confused.

Tang Ruoyao's shell teeth bit her lower lip, and her thin white neck bent back into a graceful curve, swallowing the sound that was about to be exported. Qin Yinong's thumb held the girl's bitten white lips and rescued it from the confinement of her teeth. He gently kissed her temples and whispered in her ear with a light pant: " Don't bear... Don't bear..."

Tang Ruoyao then turned her head, and bury her face and the hearty voice into the pillow.

...

Qin Yinong finished gargle and returned to the bed to lie down. Tang Ruoyao turned sideways and hugged her. She hugged her tightly, her forehead pressed firmly against her, her eyes were out of focus, and she was still in the aftermath of her talent. .

Qin Yinong was rare to be tolerant. She put her hand on her hair and was slightly stunned when she touched it. The roots of the hair were still wet, and she was too eager to even blow her hair.

With a move of Qin Yinong's body, Tang Ruoyao hugged her tighter, preventing her from leaving.

"Where are you going?" Tang Ruoyao asked in a dumb voice.

At this moment just after each round, she can presumptuously encircle Qin Yinong in her arms, just like owning her.

"I'll get a hair dryer." Qin Yinong said softly.

She stretched out her fingers and lifted away Tang Ruoyao's long hair that covered her eyes, her usual clear eyes, at this moment, it seemed like a peach blossom pond water, and I felt pity. Qin Yinong's eyes softened and softened, and she breathed out softly, then looked at the ceiling above her head.

"No." Tang Ruoyao refused directly.

Her gentleness gave her a little more confidence, and Qin Yinong would never kick her off the bed. This is just the worst assumption she has made. In fact, Qin Yinong has never lost her temper to her, and may be angry, but will not speak loudly to her, let alone act.

"You will catch a cold when you sleep like this." Qin Yinong looked at her, with the corners of his lips rising, smiling helplessly and tenderly, "Behave, okay?"

She has a pair of black and white eyes, and her pupils face the light like a deep black jade, but the jade seems to be hidden in the clouds and mist in the mountains, and it is always filled with a cloud of fog that people can't see, bright and blurred.

When staring at someone intently, a small reflection of the other person appeared in her pupils, and the mist was like a substance, dazzling and tangling, tightly entwined like silk, making people willingly sink in her eyes.

Tang Ruoyao was slightly lost.

"After blowing my hair, you will still..." Tang Ruoyao paused before saying, "Stay here?"

"Huh?" Qin Yinong raised her eyebrows, wondering why she asked.

Tang Ruoyao bit his lip, and stopped talking, but after all, she said nothing. She also didn't let Qin Yinong get the hair dryer, but sat up by herself, leaning over and pulling out the drawer beside the bed.

She sits on the bedside, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, her head slightly hanging, her face is like white jade, and her skin is like fat, reflecting the dim light of the room, her whole person is as beautiful as jade.

Qin Yinong was startled for no apparent reason.

Tang Ruoyao raised her eyelids and frowned, "Sister?"

"It's okay." Qin Yinong condensed the surprise in her eyes, calmly turned on the hair dryer switch, and slender five fingers flexibly shuttled through the girl's black hair.

Tang Ruoyao is still in school, her long hair has not been dyed, and she maintains the most primitive black and bright color.

Just like herself, when she was still a blank piece of paper, she was wrapped by Qin Yinong and smeared with her letter pen. The faint fragrance of the hair penetrated into the end of her nose, and Qin Yinong's fingertips twitched, she calmed down and continued to blow.

"Alright." Qin Yinong turned off the hair dryer, put it back in the drawer, crouched down and carefully picked up the long hair that fell on the floor and threw it into the trash can.

Tang Ruoyao got into the quilt, looked back at Qin Yinong but did not come up, panicked: "Sister..."

Qin Yinong unfastened the laces of her bathrobe and strode to the bathroom, and said, "I'll take another bath. If you are sleepy, go to sleep."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Tang Ruoyao blurted out.

The back of her figure stagnated, Qin Yinong turned her head, raised her hand, smiled and sighed, and said: "I didn't cut my nails. I wronged you once, but I can't wronged you again."

Qin Yinong was filming abroad. He hadn't seen Tang Ruoyao for several months and forgot about it. Although she doesn't have the habit of keeping long nails, it's still a bit longer if she really need to come in handy.

Tang Ruoyao couldn't help but feel hot after thinking about it ten minutes ago.

It was discovered that there was a problem with the weapon after entering the battle, and the two of them couldn't wait for the temporary shears, and came back first.

Tang Ruoyao think for a while, her entire face was flushed, and she murmured a vague sentence: "Not wronged, very...very comfortable..."

"Really comfortable?" Qin Yinong raised her tone and smiled at the corner of her mouth.

Tang Ruoyao replied almost inaudibly, for fear that she hadn't heard her, her toes curled up, and nodded shyly.

"That's good." Qin Yinong sighed in relief, and said, "I'm still afraid you have opinions on me."

Tang Ruoyao hurriedly said, "How dare I have an opinion on... sister?"

"That's what you said." Qin Yinong blinked, and smiled, "You can't have opinions on other matters, you can still have opinions on this matter." After a pause, she prolonged the tone, and added ambiguously. , "Make progress with each other."

There was a buzzing in Tang Ruoyao's ears, and his head was full of "mutual progress" echoing, and she no longer knew how to answer the conversation.

After she became more awake, the shower in the bathroom opened, and Qin Yinong stood facing the mirror, wearing a bathrobe neatly, looking in from the glass wall. She learned Tang Ruoyao's set.

Tang Ruoyao: "..."

Tang Ruoyao leaned languidly on the head of the bed, fighting with his upper and lower eyelids. She didn't sleep much last night, and she was exhausted after a good time. But she knew that if she fell asleep like this, she would miss the only time to be alone with Qin Yinong before going to bed.

Every time she wakes up, she touches the place next to her is always cold. She thought Qin Yinong got up early, but later learned that the other party never stayed in the same bed with her.

Qin Yinong is like a labyrinth composed of countless puzzles, and every road is filled with damp white mist, which makes people dazzling, invisible and impossible to guess. She thought in a daze: I don't know who can get that lucky, get the key to this maze and find the treasure inside.

Tang Ruoyao's eyes drifted for a moment, and her thoughts drifted away.

At the wine table, everyone laughed and shrilled. She was muddled and her cells were clamoring to flee, but she couldn't. She could only bite her teeth, letting the faint smell of blood permeate her mouth, and her fingertips were whitish. Pinch into the palm.

The people at the table kept talking, and Tang Ruoyao didn't hear what they said.

The man beside her called her name.

She shook violently like a frightened bird, then raised her head in a panic, and slammed into a pair of jet black eyes, and she couldn't help being startled.

The gorgeous glass chandelier on the top of the box was dazzling, and Qin Yinong's face was radiant, robbing all the glory.

The woman rested her chin lazily with one hand, and pointed her direction with a slender finger like a jade with the other hand, with a casual smile on the corner of her lips. The tone was light and light, but it was strong that could not be rejected.

"I want her."