Sprint: This champion is a bit weird

Chapter 87: Is this how a day's plan works in the morning?
  "Vin, what do you think of me wearing these pajamas?"

In the apartment, Emma found a pink open-neck lace nightgown with suspenders from the bedroom, ran back to the living room, and gestured to Wen Hao in front of her, with a look full of anticipation.

Wen Hao glanced up. The open collar, suspenders, and lace sounded very tempting. Moreover, the bottom of the nightgown only reached the thighs. After putting it on, two white legs would definitely be exposed.

In any case, it is definitely much better than the black standard robe she is wearing that only exposes her calves. After all, it shows off her figure.

However, he had just briefly tested Emma's figure, so he could only say...
  You need to be in good shape and have good looks.

Wen Hao leaned on the sofa and looked up and down. After thinking for a while, he gave an answer that did not go against his true intentions and allowed for a smooth transition to the next topic:

"I think you look best without any clothes on."

"Tsk, you bastard, all you can think about is how to sleep with me!"

Emma immediately rolled her eyes at him and decided to wear the pajamas. She picked up a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom while humming a cheerful song.

This kind of decoration style is still stuck in the house of the last century. Naturally, it is impossible to replace the bathroom door with frosted glass, which means that the faint sound of water flow can be heard.

I looked at the time and saw that it was already close to 4 a.m., but the night was obviously still very long.

Ignoring those charming things for the time being, Wen Hao took out a ballpoint pen and music book from his bag and began to write and draw.

When I started writing, it was not the song "Shape of You" that he sang at the party, but the song that was activated in the memory by Emma's words "Carry me home tonight".

If it weren't for Emma's words, he would have almost forgotten this divine song that won the 55th Grammy Award - "Song of the Year" in his previous life.

Just "Shape of You" can rock a party. If this song is added to the mix, what will happen?

It's a bit of a pity that I couldn't sing this song at the party, but it doesn't matter, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

When I meet Annie during the day, I will hand over the scores of these two songs. I believe she will be shocked.

I believe these two songs will definitely win the favor of EMI executives, and the expansion of overseas markets will be just around the corner.

Those songs in my memory should be released as early as possible. If they can be released as soon as possible, don't delay. Otherwise, it will only cause trouble.

Wen Hao wrote this new song very smoothly. Even without bringing a guitar, the notes corresponding to the melody appeared on the paper like a dragon and a snake.

Just as he was finishing the score of the song and preparing to add the lyrics, a gust of fragrant wind suddenly came.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of tender lotus-like plain hands hugged his neck, and then Emma's little face rested on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Hao patted the music book in his hand.

"Music score? Are you composing the score for "Shape of You"?"

"The answer is right there, see for yourself."

Emma looked at the music score with joy. Although she had studied drama since she was a child, she also had a rough understanding of music theory.

Huh?
  Emma tried to hum along with the music score, and then she realized something was wrong.

This melody, right? !

"This is not Shape of You!"

"Uh-huh, I didn't say it was Shape of You."

"But."

Before she could say anything, Wen Hao led her to the front of the sofa, and she was hugged into his arms amidst doubts.

Emma did not refuse, because more than twenty minutes ago, she blushed and pushed Wen Hao into the bathroom to wash up.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

What Wen Hao is wearing now is what she originally prepared for her ex-boyfriend, but she changed it into the owner's sports vest and sports shorts before they were used.

The number seemed a little too small, and Wen Hao's figure was much stronger than her ex-boyfriend who played rugby, but his muscles did not appear bloated, and instead made her feel safe.

Whether it is his strength and figure as an athlete, or his appearance and talent aside from his status as an athlete, Wen Hao is much stronger.

"Hold the music book, I'm going to start writing lyrics."

"Oh" Emma obediently put her hands together in front of her chest and leaned forward slightly.

Wen Hao placed the music book in her arms, using Emma's tender lotus-like arms as a stand for him to place the music book.

His strong arms hugged the slender girl, and he continued to write on the music book.

Emma kept this posture obediently, with Wen Hao's face pressed against her left ear, and her back pressed against his broad chest.

As her chest rose and fell, waves of warm and heavy heat brushed past her cheeks.

She had never felt this way before. She felt as if there was an electric current in her body, making her whole body tingle.

Gradually, she no longer had the intention to pay attention to how Wen Hao wrote the lyrics, nor to whether the song was good or bad.

I just vaguely remember that there are four lines in the chorus:
  Tonight,

We are young.
  So let's set the world on fire, 　　　We can burn brighter than the sun.
  Tonight, we are all young.
  After being brainwashed by the non-explicit but very inappropriate lyrics of "Shape of You", Emma always felt that these lyrics also contained "deep meaning".

Fire, ignite, fire.
  The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong. After she finished filling out the lyrics on a page of music score, she was so infatuated that she immediately hugged Wen Hao and had an incestuous kiss.

From chin to lips, from lips to cheeks, from cheeks to earlobes
  In the end, several more marks were left on Wen Hao's neck, and Emma let go with satisfaction, and then admired her "masterpiece."

But what makes Emma happiest is that Wen Hao didn't protest against her behavior, so in her mind, Wen Hao completely agreed with her.

Although the progress is a bit fast, if the couple is not in love, if they are not mentally prepared, how could they allow strawberries to be planted on their necks?
  Wen Hao touched the strawberry on his neck and did not blame him. Instead, he lifted Emma's right leg and patted her corgi butt.

"How dare you plant strawberries on my neck? Don't move, I will plant a few for you too!"

Emma quickly got up and ran away.

"No, no! What if someone takes a photo?"

"Just say it was a mosquito bite."

"What kind of mosquito can bite such a big bag?"

After some fighting, the battlefield moved to the bedroom.

Emma stood charmingly beside the bed, while Wen Hao subconsciously slowed down and approached slowly.

There was naturally an alluring atmosphere in the bedroom, and Wen Hao naturally left the slapstick behind and stared directly at the slim girl beside the bed.

Emma was naturally wearing the pink suspender lace nightgown with an open collar. Her fair and delicate collarbone was flat and there was no ravine in sight, and her long white legs were exposed, but they were slender and somewhat unattractive.

In terms of figure, Wen Hao has been prepared for a long time, and he also knows that he is destined to be disappointed.

But it doesn't matter, the skin after bathing is bright and clean, and the delicate and handsome face, the unique pink and greenness of a girl's youth, all have a different kind of attractive charm.

"Hmph, doesn't it look good?"

The girl, who was a little shy after being stared at directly, pinched the corner of her skirt and quietly turned it around, confidently looking forward to the compliment.

"It looks so good. It makes me want to pick up the music book again right now and write a song for you."

Hearing this, Emma took the initiative to take Wen Hao's hand and hug him, burying her face in his neck and whispering softly: "It's very late, don't go out, I want to sleep."

With the tip of his nose smelling the fragrance of the girl's hair, Wen Hao was about to say a few love words, but his hands were guided by Emma to move up and down.

Now, how could he still not understand the thoughts of the girl in his arms?
  The left hand at the top began to knead gently, and the hand at the bottom stroked the small and curvy curves, groping deeper.

"hiss--"

Wen Hao suddenly took a breath of cold air and looked down at Emma in his arms. At this time, the shy girl had already closed her eyes tightly, and her slightly trembling eyelashes well explained her nervous mood at the moment.

This look makes people really like it.

Wen Hao smiled and whispered in her ear: "Is my Miss Hermione so bold?"

Deep in love, Emma seemed to have no objection to this title. She still closed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips with a smile: "Didn't someone say that I look best without any clothes on?"

Wen Hao was naturally happy, lifted the golden brown hair on the side of Emma's face, and kissed her gently on the earlobe.

"Yes, I like it very much. But Emma, ​​you must remember that only I can appreciate this beauty."

"I'm afraid you won't like it and think I..." Emma pressed her lips against his neck and kissed her softly: "I wasn't like this before. Everything I did tonight was all because of you."

"Okay, I understand, thank you Emma."

Wen Hao praised her softly, then picked her up and slowly fell onto the soft bed.

In a warm and comfortable room, a budding English rose bloomed its most delicate flowers for the Lion of the East before the sun shined on the land of London again.

"No, why am I so energetic even though you've been here once?"

"Do you like it? I am an Eastern lion with unlimited energy in my body."

"But...well...you promise this is the last time."

"I promise."

"Why are you still here? It's already dawn."

"The day's plan begins in the morning!"

"Ha, is this how the Chinese proverb is used?"

"Flexible use!"

　In terms of emotional drama, my writing style may be far different from that of veteran authors who are immersed in this art. I know this, so some book friends think that I am not good at writing, and I can accept it readily.

　　But first of all, the protagonist's character has not collapsed, because I have hinted it many times before - he is a scumbag.

　　In the past, I was busy training and improving myself, so I didn’t have any thoughts on this aspect. In addition, in China, after having the world sister, I looked down on other women.
  　　But when he went abroad, he had accumulated so much "passion" for so long, and he met a star that he would never have met in his previous life. He couldn't let it go, right?

　　As for someone saying in the comment area that the protagonist will be Ce fan if he contacts overseas Shili randomly, I can only say that my imagination is really rich, buddy. How about I give you the pen and you write it?

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)