I and the dog-licking heroine are one body and two souls

Chapter 96
After Tang Shiyong came out, Song Muming went in instead.

He had already made the bed, and this time the bed was not gray-black, but a rare light green color, embroidered with unknown small flowers, giving it a fresh and gentle feeling.

Lie in, the bed is very soft, the fabric is soft and close to the skin, but not stuffy.

Tang Shiyong wrapped herself tightly with a quilt, lay on the pillow, and took out her mobile phone to read WeChat.

Li Yajin rarely kept his promise and didn't come to disturb her. Tang Shiyong was also happy to be at leisure and didn't intend to provoke him.

In this whole life, she and Tang Yaqian have reached an agreement on family, that is, just follow her father.

The roommates in the dormitory group asked her if she wasn't coming back tonight. Seeing that the time had passed the closing time of the dormitory, Tang Shiyong made a nonsense reason that she wouldn't be going back tonight.

Zhang Rushan was also very disappointed. They prepared a surprise for her to celebrate her promotion. It seems that it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Tang Shiyong was short of breath and immediately said that he was very sleepy and was going to sleep.

After logging out of WeChat, Tang Yaqian saw a missed call. The call looked familiar, as if it was the last call from the Internet celebrity anchor Baoba.

She rejected him last time, and the other party was very sensible and didn't call to bother her again. What's the matter with him calling her?Or is there something else in the game?

She has not uninstalled this game, opened the game and logged in, and saw that her little waste account was still as lively as before, and many people privately wrote jokes about "reciting a Tang poem".

She still stayed at the position where she went offline last time, facing Li Yajin's npc, but now Li Yajin's npc has changed a bit, the dialog box above his head has changed from looking for his sister at the beginning to the current celebrate.

"After fifteen years, my sister has achieved outstanding results. Today, my sister has won the competition. I would like to congratulate you. Anyone who publishes on the world platform: "I wish my sister wins the championship as soon as possible", can receive a lottery here once, and the prize is the highest. The fire unicorn mount, or the opening of the new server internal test quota."

So the world channels are flying all over the sky, "I wish my sister wins the championship as soon as possible", all the colorful fonts are more beautiful and lasting than the fireworks that Song Muming set off for her, and Li Yajin's characters are full of excitement.

A group of people gathered around Li Yajin and asked if his sister had been found, but Li Yajin could only say this, and nothing else was said. Some topics about his sister began to be discussed in the world.

Looking at Tang Shiyong's posture, Li Yajin should know that she also plays this game.

The sound of water in the bathroom was turned off, and Song Muming came out in his pajamas. He came over while wiping his hair with a towel. His image at this moment was a different person than before.

"What's wrong? Are you sleepy?" Seeing that she was still asleep, Song Muming went to bed from the other side and sat on the bedside to wipe his hair.

He doesn't seem to like the blow dryer and prefers to let his hair dry naturally.

"No, I just think that you look like the boy I drew." Tang Shiyong got up, leaned on the pillow instead, took the towel to help him wipe his hair, and said, "Otherwise, you can get a perm How about it? Dye it in a warmer color again, and when the time comes, your bangs will be slightly curled, and you will be a standard gentle and warm boy."

His usual styling is meticulous. Although he doesn't look old, his temperament is like an elder's. Now that his hair is naturally down, he has a gentle and sunny smell.

Song Muming let her wipe it, and watched the game with her mobile phone in his hand. He knew this game, but he had never played it, and Tang Shiyong would never expect to play it.

"Recite a Tang poem?" Song Mu tweeted the name of the game in her.

"Yeah, take it as you like." Drying his hair, putting the bath towel on the other side, leaning against Song Muming, taking the mobile phone and sending "I wish my sister wins the championship as soon as possible" around the world, and then get a chance to draw a lottery, go to Li Ya Jin's npc draws a lottery.

As expected, the consolation prize was a hundred coppers.

"Hey... I'm that unfortunate person." Just as she was about to put down her phone, Tang Shiyong wailed in disappointment. As long as she had anything to do with gambling, she had never been lucky. The only time she was lucky was the four-leaf clover she found under the apricot grove.

And it also left her early.

"Games, in order to balance the data, we must control the number. If there are too many people participating, the probability will be small. If you can't draw, it's a normal operation. Where is the misfortune?" Song Muming comforted her, turned off the wall lamp by the bed, and the whole room fell into a trance. dark.

Tang Shiyong was messing around in the game, and some people began to find out that she was a real person on the account, and asked her if she was a real person, and asked her to recite a Tang poem to listen to.

Tang Shiyong didn't want to deal with it, so she turned off the game, turned her phone to silent, and put it on the bedside table beside her.

The night was long, and Song Muming had no intention of getting excited since he came out just now, and their conversation was very ordinary and warm, without the passion of being alone in the same room for the first time.

But it made Tang Shiyong feel inexplicably comfortable, neither nervous nor cold.

She slept with her back to Song Muming. Originally, she wanted to pretend to be reserved. After all, she is a pure little girl now. Her active and enthusiastic performance will affect her current image. Who knows that Song Muming will not respond at all.

Could it be that she is afraid that she will pester him for the first time and will not let him go in the future?
That's not right, just don't bring her here, why bother asking for trouble.

Two people were covered with the same big quilt, one side, the quilt in the middle was hanging down naturally, the curtains in the room were not drawn, the warm street light outside the window shone in faintly, and the latticed wooden frame cast shadows with lattices, just hitting her and Song Muming face.

Hey... It was a waste of her trying to persuade Tang Yaqian to be brave, but it was useless.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, or not sleeping at all, Tang Shiyong's body became numb on one side, turned over, and faced the inside.

Opening his eyes, he saw that Song Muming was not asleep beside him. His eyes were open, bright and energetic, and he was looking at her tenderly. Seeing that she turned around and was not asleep, he stretched out his hand to stroke the hair on her forehead, and ran his fingers along the hair to her neck. Then to the collarbone, the thumb Mosuo her skin, not up or down.

"Do you want to try it? I promise, try not to hurt you."

It was the first time for him to visually observe her. This kind of thing would hurt a little bit, and no one could avoid it.

Song Muming's face was exactly in a square, and Tang Shiyong's eyes lit up his questioning gaze at this moment, as bright as the fireworks he just saw.

"It hurts? You're not afraid that I'm actually rich in experience?" So cautious, and asking her opinion, Song Muming is a gentleman when treating a girl.

Tang Shiyong glared at him intentionally, turned her face and lay flat, and refused: "No."

At this time, it was the time to give play to a man's intuition, she said she didn't want anyone but didn't move, it just depends on how he understood it.

Song Muming laughed, got up and covered himself.

She also likes him. For the little girl, maybe this will be a watershed. No matter how much she has thoughts in her heart, she will have plenty of time in the future to explore slowly.

Accepting each other's gifts, the lives of the two gradually merged into one. Starting tonight, she could accept his kindness with peace of mind.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as Song Muming thought, and this night was destined to be less lingering.

Just as she took off her clothes, she only felt that she was not used to it and pushed back. Song Muming was ready to go, and grabbed her hand forcefully, clasping her fingers tightly.

In the next second, his shoulder was in severe pain, Tang Shiyong bit his shoulder fiercely.

"Ah!" Song Muming was caught off guard and cried out in pain.

"Qianqian, Qianqian? Let go."

This biting force was not a joke between the two of them in private, she really tried her best to bite off a piece of his flesh!

"Muhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhse!!!" from her nasal cavity, like a desperate beast, biting the meat in the mouth.

Tang Shiyong has completely lost her mind. It was okay at first, Song Muming accommodated her and tried to please her. It felt good, but just when she was in a daze, the terrible nightmare flooded into her mind.

Dirty sewers, unsmoothed brick walls, and concrete pits. She was pinned down by two people and could not move. One of them strangled her neck. She was in pain but could not cry out until a person climbed up and grabbed her. Seizing the opportunity, he took a bite.

"Bitch! How dare you bite me!" The man spat in her face and kicked her in the stomach.

Tang Shiyong was brutally beaten, and the bitten person slapped her twice with all his strength. When she was dizzy, another person grabbed her by the hair and knocked her hard against the brick wall!
She began to feel dizzy and weak, and slowly sat in the corner, unable to resist them anymore.

On that day, there were no stars in the sky, and the lights of the city were brighter than the sky. On the dilapidated streets, the pink light boxes for adult products kept flashing, and the silhouettes of beautiful women were drawn on them.

Tang Yaqian had fainted, and she endured this terrible nightmare instead of Tang Yaqian.

Not a nightmare, but a personal experience of despair.

(End of this chapter)