There was a warm touch on his lips, his breathing suddenly tightened during the monsoon rain, and the mineral water bottle in his hand fell to the floor.

The clear water sprinkled all over the ground, gurgling out from the mouth of the bottle, and a large water mark appeared on the floor, shocking the robotic arm to get the towel.

No one cares.

This is just a little kiss.

Soft as if it had never existed.

When the lips are separated, the lip **** are reluctant to leave, and they are still lightly fitted to a certain distance before they are completely separated.

Song Qinglan just touched her lips during the monsoon rains, like touching a cherished treasure, and as a cherished person, he couldn't help it.

Electric current ran through the place where I was kissed, and the remaining touch on my lips was as clear as it was soft, hot, and slightly moist.

I was stunned during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan's voice was hoarse: "You agree."

His breath was hot.

My face is also hot during the monsoon rains.

Because Song Qinglan uses declarative sentences.

The question that needs to be considered for 24 hours has already been answered when he specifically introduced himself to Song Qinglan again during the monsoon rains, so he moved the time forward and implicitly said "OK" to Song Qinglan.

Song Qinglan was inevitable during the monsoon rains, and it was no longer possible to express implicitly during the monsoon rains. He replied as straightforwardly as possible: "Yes."

The noses touched, the breath of the two entangled, and they couldn't distinguish you from me.

Hearing this, Song Qinglan's wrists became stronger when he caught the monsoon rain. He turned his head sideways and lowered, and asked, "Why adjust the time faster?"

After asking, he kissed Monsoon again gently.

His tone was the usual, as if he couldn't help but want to do it during the monsoon between questions.

During the monsoon rain, I heard the sound of my heart pounding, pounding, and hitting my eardrums.

He said four words: "Time is so slow."

There was a heat on the lips.

This time, Song Qinglan's kiss fell heavily, unscrupulously, unskillfully, and fiercely covering her lips during the monsoon rain.

Unprepared during the monsoon rains, he let out a short gasp and was blocked by Song Qinglan in his throat.

In an instant, it was as if the sky thunder shook the ground, and the spark started a prairie fire.

Their lips are closely connected, from the lower lip to the upper lip, changing the angle to get closer to each other.

Streams of electric current rushed from each other's spine during the kiss, and went straight to the cerebral cortex. During the monsoon rains, they were completely messed up and couldn't think at all. They only felt that they were starting to lack oxygen and wanted to breathe involuntarily.

As soon as he opened his lips, Song Qinglan's breathing became thick, and the moment the fresh air poured into his lungs, the kiss turned into a deep kiss.

The wrist was loosened.

During the monsoon rain, no longer fettered, but slipped back as if losing strength.

Song Qinglan discovered this, and quickly wrapped one arm around his waist, while the other supported his head, hugging him in a gentle and more possessive way.

The tip of the tongue touched the sweet taste, Song Qinglan tasted the soft mouth without a teacher, and finally relied on instinct to chase the tip of the other party's tongue.

During the monsoon rain, the whole person trembled, completely unaware that kissing would bring such a strong tremor.

His eyes were half-closed, and he didn't know how to respond, so he had to hold Song Qinglan's T-shirt at the waist while being forced to endure the plunder, giving him the right to be a hug.

He looks drunk.

Song Qinglan is the one who got him drunk.

The lingering, hot and humid kiss ended, and the temperature in the air had risen silently.

Both of them were slightly sweaty, and gasped for breath.

Song Qinglan didn't let go of her arms around the monsoon rain, and put her forehead against her forehead and said, "What should I do, Consultant Ji. I still want to kiss you."

During the monsoon rains, the tip of the tongue broke a little, and I didn’t want to speak: "Yeah."

He felt it.

Song Qinglan lowered her head and really kissed him again. This time it was longer than the last time, allowing him to clearly feel the changes in Song Qinglan's body.

At the end again, Song Qinglan said: "How about this time as our first kiss? I think I performed better this time."

During the rainy season, my heart jumped wildly: "Why?"

"For the first time just now, it hurt you." Song Qinglan broke the jar and said honestly, "Blame me for inexperience."

There are too many ambiguities in this sentence, how awkward it is to hear it.

During the rainy season, he did not remind Captain Song, who was still a straight steel man in his bones, and only asked: "Have you ever had a'first love'?"

The implication is how can you never kiss if you have first love.

"Isn't my first love you?" Song Qinglan said, "That group of **** confessed all my old friends to you. What first love can I have?"

Song Qinglan, the only virgin of the Seventh Sky Team.

The mother and fetus have been solo for twenty-six years, such as fake replacement.

During the rainy season, he looked at him with beautiful eyes and clearly pointed out: "Your'first love' in Ningcheng, she cried when you left, and the one called Hanhan looks very good."

Song Qinglan raised her lips and smiled slightly with her brows and eyes. The deep laughter emanated from her chest, becoming more and more obvious, and she was almost a little bit irritated during the monsoon rains, and she didn't understand what caused Song Qinglan to laugh.

Song Qinglan laughed enough, and stopped and said, "Counselor Ji, you look so cute every time you hold grudges, but why do you even remember what I said?"

When it is praised as lovely during the rainy season: "..."

Song Qinglan defended herself: "Is it too unfair, how can the kindergarten's so long history be counted?"

Don't open your face during the rainy season: "You still said that you have to go to her if you have a chance. It's not a big deal?"

"I admit that I just show that I'm very attractive, so that you can look at me more." Song Qinglan broke his face back, facing herself, "I dare to find someone else? As long as I'm not paying attention, you will I'm running away, it's too late for me to stare at you."

Sooner or later, it should come.

In the rainy season, he knew that Song Qinglan gave him the 24 hours of thinking time, and he would be here waiting for him.

Falling in love belongs to falling in love, and the accounts that should be settled will also be settled. This period of time is just a probation for him.

He did not speak.

I don't know where to start.

Song Qinglan put away her gentle expression and became more serious. The heavy emotion in her black eyes made Ji Yushi dare not look at it: "You said you didn't plan to come back at all."

The situation went back to the moment when the monsoon rains had just returned from 1439.

For the past day, Song Qinglan's resentment has not diminished. As long as he thinks about the thoughts at the time of the monsoon rains, he can't help but feel frightened.

After Song Qinglan settled the accounts, the soul asked, "What did you want to do? Try to foolishly change history, or be a defector?"

He said every word of his thoughts during the monsoon rains, and he couldn't help but want to defend himself: "I—"

"What does Hasolama mean?"

Song Qinglan interrupted him.

Suddenly during the rainy season, the crimson that had not completely faded returned to his face, showing an incredible expression as if he had been punctuated by someone.

Before he could speak, Song Qinglan accurately accused: "Thinking that I don't understand, I dare to confess to me in front of so many people, Consultant Ji, you are quite brave. Do you think that even if you don't come back, there is nothing wrong with you? Sorry?"

During the rainy season: "..."

"I'm telling you, you were wrong." Song Qinglan stared at his face closely, "If you don't come back, you will never know that I **** fell in love with you a long time ago."

Hasoram.

I like you.

Song Qinglan's vague confession during the monsoon season had long been known by Song Qinglan, or by the whole team. After coming back in the monsoon, no one had asked him about this, and there was no joking ridicule. Because Song Qinglan had already controlled everything and confessed to him in front of everyone.

Song Qinglan wanted to let everyone know that during the rainy season, she was originally the object of his ardent pursuit.

Warmth flowed through my heart.

During the rainy season, he said, "I thought you would never like the same sex."

Therefore, he had no hope.

One left.

Seeing that he was a lot more honest, Song Qinglan suddenly lost a bit of anger, and asked: "If I don't like the same sex, what will you do after you come back? Use my friend status to get along with me, or go back to Ningcheng and never again. Meet?"

Such a situation happened during the monsoon rains, and Song Qinglan felt distressed just thinking about it.

During the monsoon rains, it is already tolerant enough and not good at expressing. It seems that for the monsoon season, this kind of thing is not too much for him, and it is not much less. Even if he is misunderstood by the person he likes and has three boyfriends at the same time, he will not give a little explanation, anyway. What has changed.

During the rainy season, he said: "No."

He denied Song Qinglan's statement, and then said: "You said the opposite. I came back because I was planning to give it a try."

Song Qinglan snorted coldly: "What to try?"

During the rainy season: "Chasing you."

His rosy lips are beautifully shaped by being kissed, and his most beautiful language is gently confided: "Song Qinglan, I seem to have... succeeded."

"It's almost half past eight, why can't Team Song get up yet?"

In the morning, everyone gathered at the training ground.

Tang Qidao: "Lao Zhou went to see, did you oversleep?"

"You're kidding." Zhou Mingxuan said, "When have you seen Team Song overslept?"

"Damn, could it be that you did too much weight-bearing push-ups last night, and you can't get up with too much exercise?" Li Chun suddenly realized, "But at nine o'clock, a psychological evaluation report is required. Team Song wants to release expert pigeons?"

"Wait a minute, consultant Ji didn't get up either!"

Everyone, in your sentence, the door of the training ground was kicked open.

Song Qinglan walked in with a pair of long legs, carrying a paper bag in one hand and coffee in the other: "What is the noise?"

"???"

"Team Song, did you bring us breakfast?"

"Fuck, the small pan omelet is so delicious! Why is there only one?"

A group of people gathered around.

Song Qinglan is tall, lifted the things in her hands and turned around easily, staring at the people coldly: "Wake up if you haven't woken up, the things in my hand have nothing to do with you at all."

The door of the private training room opened.

Walked out of it during the rainy season.

He changed into a new gray training suit, and wore white sneakers. His hair seemed to have just been washed, and it was jet-black and fresh and steaming. Seeing everyone, he calmly greeted them: "Morning, sorry, I overslept. Let's go."

"I saw that you were asleep when I left, but I didn't wake you up." Song Qinglan said naturally, "next time rest early, not so late."

This sentence is very informative.

Everyone was filled with question marks and shocked, not understanding what happened to the two people in the past night.

Wait a minute, consultant Ji agreed to Team Song, isn't the time to consider it yet?

Nodding in the rainy season.

Song Qinglan handed him breakfast and also carried coffee for him.

Then, Song Qinglan glanced at the appearance of the single dogs, and said to him with great satisfaction: "I have something to eat before leaving, boyfriend."