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Song Yu gritted her teeth as his skin was covered with the electric currents that he brought with him from her fingertips. It made her unable to sit still and she couldn't help but shiver, as if her skin was jumping up and down.

She looked into the sky and quickly patted Qi Chengzhi's hand.

"Stop messing around." she said, but her quivering voice was unconvincing, and her skin contracted under his fingertips. "Why don't you open it!"

"I drank." Qi Chengzhi's voice was lazy, sounding a little rogue.

Song Yu, "..."

It wasn't easy to get the car into the garage, but Song Yu didn't know how she managed to make it back.

Song Yu leaned into his embrace tiredly, her entire body laid down, her head resting on his shoulder, without moving an inch.

The garage was closed, the interior airless, and both of them were covered in sweat.

Song Yu's forehead and temples still had beads of sweat that were as thick as rice grains. Her forehead was pressed against his neck, and she could feel the water stains on his neck.

Qi Chengzhi turned his head slightly and kissed her hair. His lips were also covered by the slightly salty sweat on her head.

Just like that, he carried her in one arm, opened up the storage space with the other, and took out a tissue to help her clean up.

In the end, Qi Chengzhi lightly patted her bottom and whispered into her ear: "Lift the ass drum, you're so lazy."

Song Yu lifted up, both of her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, her body pressing against him, her lips mumbling in the pit of his neck, "When I did this, I was coaxing him, her temper was extremely good, when it was done, she hated me for being lazy."

Qi Chengzhi was startled, then suddenly laughed out loud. He helped her put on her pants, tied her up, and carried her back to the driver's seat. He let her sit by the side, then got out of the car and stood by the door to let her out.

Song Yu's face was still flushed, and the spring color that had been loved by him for a long time hung in her eyes. She looked towards the outside of the carriage and saw that Qi Chengzhi's arm was covered by a coat and a suit, his shirt was slightly wrinkled, but it was not too obvious.

Looking at his current calm appearance and the serious expression on his face, it was impossible to tell how ridiculous he was in the car just now and how much he was demanding.

Song Yu's eyes met his and immediately became red. Although he looked dignified, her pair of black eyes were still burning with passion.

She was about to get out of the car with her hands on the back of her chair, but her butt had barely lifted a little when she felt the pain in her leg and fell back into the seat.

"What's wrong?" Qi Chengzhi peeked his upper body into the car, and saw that her face was flushed red.

"Just now …" "The same posture, legs curled up all the time, now stiff, unable to straighten out …" Song Yu blushed and mumbled in a low voice. She was too embarrassed to look at him, so she simply lowered her head, her chin almost touching her collarbone. I don't have any strength left either. "

Qi Chengzhi looked at her. The warm gaze that was focused on his made Song Yu's body, which was lacking strength to begin with, go soft, and his skin started to heat up.

Then, he heard a soft, mellow laugh from above his head. It was a very short laugh, but it was also very sexy.

Thinking that he was laughing at her, Song Yu raised her head to complain. However, she only saw that Qi Chengzhi had retreated, standing beside the carriage, and said indifferently: "Move over, I'll carry you."

Song Yu was shocked, she looked at the man standing outside with his mouth agape.

Never would he have thought that he would do such a thing for her. A magnificent man actually lowered his head and did such a thing full of humanity for her.

She always felt that no matter when he was, he would always be extraordinary. He was a completely different type of male god, and she could never imagine him carrying someone on his back or doing something like this one day.

However, his expression was indifferent and his tone was indifferent. He was as reserved and graceful as before, and he was filled with elegance. He stood quietly outside, waiting for her.

Song Yu's heart felt warm, and her moved eyes felt warm and sour.

He silently moved to the front passenger seat without a word. Qi Chengzhi had already turned his back, bent his long legs and bent his back forward.

Song Yu reached out his hands and grabbed her shoulders, causing Qi Chengzhi to sit at the corner of the chair. His fair and clean hand rested on her knees, and the place where his hands rested was also pressed.

After straightening his body, she propped her up again. Then, Song Yu laid on his wide and strong back, and handed over the overcoat and suit that Qi Chengzhi was originally holding onto.

Song Yu hugged him tightly. As she walked, her side profile would lightly rub against his chin which had grown stubble from time to time. What she smelled was the scent of tobacco on his lips and the faint smell of alcohol.

She could not help but turn to look at Qi Chengzhi's exquisite face from the side. The outline of his face was elegant and handsome, his thin lips were slightly closed, and when he was not laughing, it looked a little cold.

Song Yu couldn't help but give him a light peck on the corner of her lips. After that, she turned embarrassed and felt that when she faced him, her face would always turn thicker and thicker, and she was especially proactive.

What she had done with him was something she would never have done before, and would never have imagined she would do it one day.

Once he entered the elevator, Qi Chengzhi did not have time to do anything, so he pressed the button for his floor.

The elevator door slowly closed. Qi Chengzhi turned and looked at her with a burning gaze.

Song Yu was uncomfortable, she couldn't stand his burning gaze so she buried her head into his neck, only to feel his lips close to her forehead and mutter, "Raise your head."

His lips were rubbing hard against her hair until it was hot. Hearing that, Song Yu raised her head, but before she could see clearly, his lips had suddenly gagged and sucked her soft lips into her mouth. Song Yu felt like she was about to be sucked into a woodpecker.

He nipped at her lip with his teeth, just in case she stepped back, and with the smell of tobacco on his tongue, he brushed her teeth apart.

Song Yu did not dodge. Instead, she tilted her head and took the initiative to kiss him.