Chapter 204: He is taking a shower

Living room.

Song Yao's eyes widened, her fists clenched tightly, and she gritted her teeth, glaring at the punchable boyfriend who had just promised not to move around.

"Phew, this hand has its own ideas."

Xu Qingzhou patted his hand.

"..."

Song Yao glared fiercely at Xu Qingzhou, her face flushed red with shame and anger. This guy is so punchable! It's only the first day they've been together, and he's already moving his hands and feet! "If you feel you're at a loss, you can touch back." Xu Qingzhou stretched out his thigh, in a posture of giving up.

What surprised him was that Song Yao really put her hand on his leg, and then, twisted half a circle on the thigh meat.

"Hiss~" Xu Qingzhou broke into a cold sweat from the pain, his soul flew away from the pain, and he screamed: "Do you know how painful it is to pinch your thigh!"

Simply put, just a lecher.

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"There is no love in the world." Xu Qingzhou sighed and limped to the place assigned by Song Yao.

"Fine, let them handle their own affairs. We can only give some advice."

"Look, I'm innocent," Xu Qingzhou said innocently.

Xu Qingzhou clicked his tongue: "Song Yao, have you noticed your persona has collapsed?"

Xu Qingzhou expressed that he had unspeakable bitterness; his husbandly authority was not being upheld. Ms. Wang also frequently emphasized that he should not bully Song Yao. In the living room, the crisp sound of typing rang out. Song Yao wrote a few hundred words, turned her head to glance at the person still sitting beside her, and asked, "Why are you still here?"

After being reborn, his mentality seemed to have become younger with the surrounding environment, sometimes even a bit childish, wanting to tease, and seeing the aloof Song School Flower break her persona was quite interesting.

Soon, Guo Ziyang replied: "Ah, Tian Shuang already called you? She asked for your phone number from me this morning, saying she wants to go to your school to play next week."

Song Yao stopped halfway, because while speaking, this guy relied on his long arms and unknowingly crossed her shoulders.

Song Yao's voice stopped abruptly, looking at Xu Qingzhou's bare upper body, her heart pounding uncontrollably, and she averted her gaze: "No remarks."

Living room, Song Yao typed a period, finished the work, ate an apple, and sat on the sofa in slippers to rest.

Song Yao held her phone and shouted at Xu Qingzhou who had just drilled into the bathroom: "Xu Qingzhou, there is a call for you."

On the sofa, Er Miao felt it was too crowded here, jumped out of Song Yao's arms, and slowly returned to its comfortable little nest.

Near 11:30, Xu Qingzhou put down Er Miao, stood up, took his clothes, and went to take a shower.

"Are you looking for Xu Qingzhou?"

Xu Qingzhou hugged the fragrant and soft body, couldn't help but feel distracted, his arms subconsciously exerted force, hugging her tighter.

Immediately, she took a deep breath, trying to keep her tone steady: "Nothing."

Song Yao turned her head, looking at Xu Qingzhou's righteous expression, but instead understood that this guy was definitely doing it on purpose, secretly taking advantage. Seeing her shy, who knows how happy he was inside.

"Du~"

"Who is it?"

Song Yao was uncomfortable. Pajamas are not as thick as regular clothes, and she could feel the temperature of Xu Qingzhou's skin.

Xu Qingzhou's expression was strange, and he sat down beside Song Yao: "How does she have my phone number?"

Typing is easy to fail, so a direct phone call wouldn't be too embarrassing to refuse, right?

"Xu Qingzhou..."

The opposite side was silent for two seconds. "No, actually it's nothing, just want to find an old friend to reminisce, um... then I won't disturb you guys."

"No..."

When Song Yao was shy, her voice was soft and waxy, and she dragged a tail sound.

"That's because you're too punchable." Song Yao didn't feel she had a problem. In the more than half a year she had known Xu Qingzhou, the anger she suffered from him was more than the previous 17 years combined.

Song Yao raised her eyebrows. She heard that this person was Xu Qingzhou's junior high classmate, named Tian Shuang, who had feelings for Xu Qingzhou.

At this time, Xu Qingzhou's phone vibrated.

Xu Qingzhou stopped. Well, the fact is indeed like this. Xu Qingzhou leaned on the sofa, teased Er Miao for a while, and then looked at Song Yao beside him. Her expression was serious, and when she was lost in thought, a cold-as-ice temperament flowed out unconsciously.

"Tian Shuang?"

"Ah?"

Song Yao didn't feel Tian Shuang could pry her wall corner. Just now she just wanted to declare sovereignty, but now because of Guo Ziyang, she thought of her best friend's emotional experience: "Jiahui and Guo Ziyang are still in a cold war."

As if the shy, violent girl just now wasn't her.

On the dorm balcony, Tian Shuang also recognized that the one answering the phone was Song Yao, and her expression was a bit blank. What's the situation? When they met during the winter break, these two were just ambiguous... now they are already together? Rejected last week, she simply asked Guo Ziyang for Xu Qingzhou's phone number and called directly.

"What's wrong?" Xu Qingzhou felt a bit numb. Fortunately, his combat power was not good, otherwise he would really have criminal thoughts.

"Classmate Xu Qingzhou, hehe, can't imagine it, it's my call." A pleasant voice came from the opposite side.

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Hearing the blind tone on the phone, Song Yao put down the phone and hooked Er Miao's chin: "Done."

10 minutes passed.

"This has to be asked..."

Song Yao glanced at the direction of the bathroom and added: "I'll call him back for you later."

Xu Qingzhou sent a kitchen knife.

Who would have thought that the legendary aloof goddess was a violent maniac in private, ready to beat people at every turn.

Xu Qingzhou pretended not to notice the stiffness of the girl's expression, picked up the phone on the side, and looked at the screen while hugging her.

Xu Qingzhou came out after blowing his hair: "Who called?"

"Who told you to act like a hooligan." Song Yao hummed in relief.

"I persuaded Fatty, but this guy said he was busy and planned to put emotional matters aside for a while." Xu Qingzhou said, wondering if this guy was walking the old path, so he specifically asked when calling before, but Guo Ziyang said no.

The following words were braked by Song Yao's look.

"Help me answer it." Xu Qingzhou lost interest and said, closing the bathroom door.

"Okay."

Xu Qingzhou frowned. "Not many people know my phone number." He sent a message to Guo Ziyang, asking if he leaked it.

Besides this, of course, he was attracted by his girlfriend's beautiful appearance, wanting to get close and stick together involuntarily.

"Good."

Song Yao pointed to the sofa beside her: "What ah, you disturbed my thinking, go to that side."

"Oh." Song Yao nodded and slid the answer key.

"Tian Shuang," Song Yao said faintly.

"He is taking a shower."

Xu Qingzhou rubbed his thigh, muttering a rebuttal in a low voice: "Can things between lovers be called..."

Xu Qingzhou had already taken off his shirt and leaned out.

Seeing Xu Qingzhou coming over, Er Miao raised its head and jumped lightly onto his lap.

Seeing Xu Qingzhou stop, Song Yao was satisfied, preparing to write her own things, but was still amazed at Xu Qingzhou's thick skin. How come she didn't notice this person was so childish before?

But, the one answering the phone was actually Song Yao? A cold wind blew, Tian Shuang came back to her senses, endured the disappointment, and asked: "Right, is he not there?"

This made Xu Qingzhou feel very surprised, thinking to himself that this girl's concentration suddenly improved.

However, he didn't dare to push his luck. There are two situations when a girl doesn't object to hugging and holding.

First, she saw through his little tricks and considered it a benefit for him as a boyfriend. Second, she defaulted that she could be taken advantage of, maybe even playing some more exciting projects.

Based on Xu Qingzhou's understanding of Song Yao, it was mostly the former. If he really didn't know how to be satisfied and his claws weren't honest, he would probably be beaten.