The real daughter is studying again

The decoration in the house combined Shen Qingtang's preferences, and everything catered to Shen Qingtang.

Song Wenjing put her heart into it.

"I like them all, Song Wenjing, how much do you like me?"

Shen Qingtang jumped off Song Wenjing's embrace, and she looked at the surrounding decorations with joy in her eyes.

Song Wenjing: "I like it very much."

"Four years of university, maybe there are graduate students and doctorates, so it's impossible to stay in the dormitory all the time?"

"So I bought a house here, and I can come and live if I want to."

Song Wenjing rubbed Shen Qingtang's head, his voice was low, mixed with a little smile.

He looked at Shen Qingtang with a particularly doting gaze.

"Song Wenjing, you don't have any intentions, do you?"

Shen Qingtang raised the corners of her lips slightly, and looked at Song Wenjing's red ears.

"No."

Song Wenjing lowered her eyes, she didn't think about it before, but now she thinks about it.

"continue or not?"

Shen Qingtang tilted her head slightly, and looked at Song Wenjing with a smile.

Song Wenjing: "Huh?"

Shen Qingtang leaned over to sniff Song Wenjing, her kiss was a little aggressive.

"Tangtang, are you lighting a fire?"

Shen Qingtang's kiss made Song Wenjing react, his eyes were hot, and he stared straight at Shen Qingtang.

The distance from the school to here, his fire was almost extinguished, but Shen Qingtang started to light the fire again.

Shen Qingtang: "It can be understood in this way."

Song Wenjing hugged Shen Qingtang into her arms and deepened the kiss. The two kissed tenderly and lingeringly, and their bodies were tightly pressed together.

"Song Wenjing, hug me."

Shen Qingtang only felt weak all over, almost unable to stand on his heels, and slipped down like a loach.

Song Wenjing reached out to catch Shen Qingtang, held him in his arms, and the kiss continued.

Shen Qingtang's eyes were covered with mist, which looked very attractive.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were as charming as a kitten.

Song Wenjing's heart tightened, he swallowed, and holding Shen Qingtang in his arms, pushed open the bedroom door vigorously.

"Tangtang, you still have room to regret it now."

Throwing Shen Qingtang on the weak big bed, looking at her, Song Wenjing's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He bent down, pinched the tip of Shen Qingtang's nose, and spoke with restraint.

When you like someone, you want to respect them.

After all, this was Shen Qingtang's first time.

Shen Qingtang grabbed Song Wenjing's hand, and she slightly raised the corners of her lips, smiling brightly, "Why, are you scared?"

There was provocation in the tone.

She obviously didn't drink, but at this moment she seemed to be drunk, she seemed to have lost her mind, and she just wanted to provoke Song Wenjing as much as possible.

Song Wenjing narrowed his eyes slightly, and reached out to untie Shen Qingtang's clothes.

"You can't run away now."

Song Wenjing looked at Shen Qingtang, his eyes were extremely hot.

Under Song Wenjing's provocation, Shen Qingtang had no strength at all, and whispered in her mouth.

Deep in love, Shen Qingtang fell completely in the midst of "Tangtang" one after another.

The bedroom was full of beauty, a man and a woman were lingering on the bed, and the temperature in the bedroom kept rising.

"Song Wenjing, Song Wenjing, Song Wenjing..."

Shen Qingtang chanted Song Wenjing's name over and over again, each time becoming more ambiguous.

She likes Song Wenjing's name very much, and likes to call him by his full name.

"Well, I'm here."

Song Wenjing responded to Shen Qingtang over and over again, with a particularly doting tone.

A man who has tasted the sweetness will never give up the sweetness so quickly.

Song Wenjing occupied Shen Qingtang's territory again and again, as if he was tireless.

The sky turned pale, and Song Wenjing let Shen Qingtang go, hugged her and fell asleep with a contented smile on her lips.

Shen Qingtang was also tired. She held Song Wenjing's arms and slept very deeply.

The curtains were not fully drawn, revealing a little gap, a ray of light came in from the outside, and sprinkled on the white bodies of the two of them.

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The next day, Shen Qingtang woke up from Song Wenjing's arms. When she moved a little, she felt sore all over, as if her body was falling apart, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Who said it was nice to do this kind of thing?

Get out, she really wants to punch someone.

What is described in the novel has always been extremely beautiful. Before doing it, Shen Qingtang thought it was like that.

"woke up?"

The little girl in her arms moved, Song Wenjing lowered her eyes slightly to look at her, her voice was gentle and doting.

Shen Qingtang's voice was low and a little hoarse, "Yes."

She had been talking intermittently for a long time last night, her throat was a little dry, and she woke up a little hoarse today.

"Are you hungry?"

Song Wenjing pinched Shen Qingtang's cheek.

Shen Qingtang: "I'm hungry."

Stomach has started to protest.

Song Wenjing got up, pulled Shen Qingtang into her arms, and lowered her head to kiss her lips.

A superficial kiss.

Shen Qingtang: "???"

Damn, scared.

According to the book, the morning is when a man's energy is at its peak, and Shen Qingtang almost thought that Song Wenjing still wanted it.

Damn, she can't bear it.

"what's wrong?"

Meeting Shen Qingtang's wide eyes, Song Wenjing smiled.

"The little greedy cat still wants it, doesn't it?"

Song Wenjing scratched the tip of Shen Qingtang's nose, and the smile on her lips was extremely pampering.

"Do not want to."

Shen Qingtang immediately pulled the quilt to cover her head, her face flushed.

She didn't want to understand it in seconds, but she really understood it in seconds.

"I'm not kidding you anymore, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Song Wenjing thought it was a little funny, his voice was low.

"Cook me a bowl of noodles, I still have experiments to do in the afternoon."

Shen Qingtang said in a low voice.

Noodles are the most time-saving thing, and she still has an experiment to do in the afternoon.

Tasks assigned by the instructor.

"Can't you take a day off today?"

Song Wenjing looked at Shen Qingtang, and he sighed slightly, feeling a little distressed.

Shen Qingtang refused: "No."

She didn't get her reputation as a workaholic before.

She's okay now, not as desperate as before, but she hasn't let up.

"Okay, I'll cook you noodles."

Song Wenjing compromised.

Shen Qingtang rubbed her sore body and sighed slightly.

Why is it that Song Wenjing is so energetic, but she is not?

Is this the disparity in strength between men and women?

Usually, she would tell her roommate when she didn't go home at night. She didn't sleep last night, and her phone was blown up.

The dormitory needs to count the number of people.

Shen Qingtang replied to Xu Fanxing and Xu Ke's message, and slowly got up.

Take it, her old waist.

After Shen Qingtang had breakfast, Song Wenjing sent her back to school.

"Farewell kiss."

At the door of the laboratory, Song Wenjing kissed Shen Qingtang.

Shen Qingtang: "..."

What the hell?
"Wow."

Some senior brothers and sisters saw it and booed one after another.