Vicious Female Partner Doesn’t Want To Do It Anymore

Dong Ling guessed that Song Mingzhi should have been taking a shower just now, because she opened the door while wiping her hair, and the answer was obvious.

Song Mingzhi in pajamas felt a little more casual at home, a change from the usual light and cold sleep.

She took off her makeup, and Dong Ling saw the small mole on her face that was not obvious.

"What's wrong?"

Song Mingzhi wiped the wet ends of her hair and looked up at Dong Ling, who was wearing thin clothes.

Dong Ling thought that Song Mingzhi might be short-sighted, because when she looked at her, she subconsciously approached and squinted.

"I just noticed that the back of my thigh is particularly itchy, and I wondered if I had a rash, because it felt like a small pimple, but I couldn't see it myself, so I wanted to help me check it out."

Dongling said the reasons he had found, with worries and worries on his face.

In fact, Dongling doesn't like to lie very much, and she doesn't like to deceive people, but after encountering the system, she has more and more nonsense.

In order to be truthful, Dongling had just scratched the skin behind her thigh repeatedly, and she didn't even have to look to know that it must have turned red.

"Where? Let me see."

Song Mingzhi stopped what he was doing and looked at Dongling's legs.

If it's an allergy, then you need to go to the hospital now.

Dong Ling turned sideways, picked up the bathrobe that reached her knees, mentioned the base of her legs, and pointed to Song Mingzhi where her legs were bent upwards.

"Can't you see clearly?"

Dong Ling realized that they were both standing, and Song Mingzhi was taller than her. If you wanted to see the back of her thighs, at least you had to bend down or squat down to look closely. That position was weird.

Dong Ling looked at the chair in the room, and when she was about to sit on it, she felt that it was wrong, and she was covered when she sat on it, unless her legs were bent, but that posture was too difficult, and there was a great risk of going out of sight.

Although she doesn't care, it's not too embarrassing to make the situation too embarrassing.

After thinking about it, Dong Ling hesitated for a while, then pointed to Song Mingzhi's bed: "I'll lie down here, otherwise it won't be easy to see."

Song Mingzhi's eyes were complicated and she nodded.

Dong Ling didn't see her slightly strange eyes, so she lay on Song Mingzhi's quilt and pulled the bathrobe up.

The air conditioner was turned on in Song Mingzhi's room so that she would not shiver from the cold.

Song Mingzhi saw the large red marks on Dongling's legs, and the marks scratched by her fingernails were especially obvious. She couldn't help frowning slightly, but when she looked closer, she didn't see any small red dots under the marks.

"No rash."

"Yes? But I feel very uncomfortable, and it feels like a little pimple."

Dong Ling's hand scratched the skin again to show the truth of the words.

"You can touch it to see if there are any small bits."

There must be none. Dongling looked at the quilt with no eyes, and was not worried about being seen through by the people standing behind him.

Dongling doesn't have the ability to make herself allergic when she thinks of allergies, and rash when she thinks of a rash. Whether Song Mingzhi believes it or not, she has already said the key words. As long as Song Mingzhi touches it, the task is completed.

Song Mingzhi was hesitant to say anything, and he didn't know whether to release or retract the hand hanging in the air.

Dong Ling was so sure that she, who was a little short-sighted, began to be uncertain about her eyes.

Song Mingzhi still made up her mind and stretched out her hand, but her fingertips didn't touch Dongling, her hand was grabbed by Dongling and pushed forward.

Song Mingzhi: ?

"I'm sorry, I'm conditioned, I'm ticklish, try again?"

Dongling apologized repeatedly, her body reacted faster than her brain.

When Song Mingzhi heard the first half of her sentence, she wanted to say "that's it", but she heard the second half of her sentence, so she could only try again.

She was not resisted this time, but Dongling's body language made it clear.

Dong Ling almost immediately grabbed the quilt under her body and tensed her whole body. The tingling feeling made her want to hug her legs and sprint for 100 meters to flee the scene.

"Can you focus on it, I'll be... itchy..."

Dongling almost finished the sentence with his teeth shaking. For people with sensitive skin, light force is much more difficult than force.

Song Mingzhi, who had just touched her, paused with her fingers, and saw Dong Ling, who was trembling involuntarily, heard the barely audible humming she squeezed out of her nose, and scratched her hand heavily.

While feeling Song Mingzhi's hand, Dongling was also affected by her wet hair, and she even sketched Song Mingzhi's posture at the moment in her mind.

In such an instant, Dongling people almost bounced off the bed, she didn't wait for Song Mingzhi to withdraw her hand, and even rolled and crawled forward to escape.

"Are there any pimples?"

Dongling looked at Song Mingzhi expectantly and asked, after all, a full set of dramas must be done.

"I didn't notice it."

Song Mingzhi told the truth, looking at Dong Ling lying on her bed, she deeply understood what Wang Buli said.

The reaction was too exaggerated.

"Yes, but I'm too ticklish. Fortunately, I don't seem to be particularly uncomfortable now. I'll take a look when I wake up. If I'm very uncomfortable tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital."

While talking, Dong Ling dawdled to the bed to put on his shoes, and he smiled at Song Mingzhi when he heard the sound of the task completion prompted by the task system in his mind.

5% of the hands, I feel good.

Song Mingzhi didn't have time to say anything, so he could only nod his head and watch Dongling leave like the wind.

The scent of her body seemed to remain in the room, and the image just now flickered in her mind.

Black hair, crooked legs, snow skin, red marks, scratches, a vivid picture intertwined.

Song Mingzhi was inexplicably dazed, she sighed for some reason, dried the moisture in her hair again, and went to the bathroom to dry her hair.

Dongling cheered with 021 while touching the skin that still had strange skin in his room.

021 Applause: [Genius! girl! I've never seen such a genius, absolutely the best host I've ever had! 】

021 is proficient in the use of system words, in short, the incentive method is right, and the rainbow farts are hype.

Dongling fell asleep very easily in this joy, and completely forgot about the storm at night.

Song Mingzhi, who was sleeping not far from her, was not so comfortable. In her sleep, she could faintly feel the soft body that was attached to her from behind, with a moist sweet fragrance.

The next day, the sun shines through thin clouds, casting a seemingly warm glow in the icy air.

Dong Ling slept until he woke up naturally, and it was already ten thirty in the morning when he came out of the bathroom to wash up.

Song Mingzhi was sitting in the living room holding a notebook to handle things, with a cup of brewed cereal at hand.

"Because I don't know when to wake up, I didn't order breakfast. I'll order it now if needed."

Song Mingzhi pushed the glasses on her face. She didn't plan to go out today, so she didn't wear makeup and looked lazy and casual.

"No, I can make a cup of cereal."

Dongling put her phone on the coffee table, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the message sent by her elder brother, asking her to go home for lunch. .

Dongling went to the kitchen. The cereal and milk were placed on the cooking table. There was a small clean pot next to it. Dongling poured the milk into it, pressed the button, and waited for the milk to heat up.

While brewing cereal, she heard her phone ring.

Dong Ling said in the kitchen, "Help me find out who it is?"

"Local number with no notes."

Song Mingzhi picked it up, ready to help her hand it to the kitchen.

"Then help me pick it up."

Dongling poured milk into the cereal while stirring, and said it very casually.

Song Mingzhi picked it up and said "Okay".

There was a cold voice from over there: "Who? Where's Dongling?"

Song Mingzhi immediately heard who the owner of the voice was, and suddenly gave up the idea of ​​handing the phone to Dongling.

She looked at Dong Ling's figure through the glass, and answered unhurriedly, "Song Mingzhi, Lingling is in the kitchen."

"Who is it?"

Dongling came out of the kitchen with a cup, and saw Song Mingzhi answering the phone and asked casually.

"I don't know, she's asking who I am, and then asking where you are. I'll take it for you, be careful of your hands."

Song Mingzhi's eyes flashed, she took the cup in Dongling's hand and returned the phone to Dongling.

"Okay, I'm Dongling, yes?"

Dong Ling smiled at Song Mingzhi, and sat on the sofa stirring the cereal with a spoon.

"Why are you staying with her? Are you not at home today on New Year's Day? When did you get to know her so well, and she still dares to call you Lingling, don't you have any self-consciousness as an employee?"

"It's none of your business, Xuandu, is it too lenient?"

Dongling tutted softly, chewed the cereal in his mouth and swallowed it.

"I'm looking for my bad luck early in the morning, is there something wrong?"

Dong Ling's tone was indifferent, making the popularity over there laugh.

"Okay, okay, I'm rushing to send my blessings because I'm having bad luck with you. We would have called at this time before, Dongling, I don't understand, why are you alienating me because of those irrelevant people?"

Dongling took a sip of milk and said lightly, "I didn't alienate anyone because of anyone. I refused to communicate with you. It's just your own reasons."

"What's the reason for me? Because I want to be exclusive, am I wrong to be exclusive? Friendship is inherently selfish. Why can't I have only one important friend, just like I only have one important friend."

Xuandu was very puzzled. She didn't understand it six years ago, and she still doesn't understand it now.

"Xuandu, love doesn't compare like this, I always think I've been owed too much, so I want everyone to compensate you, but many people don't feel sorry for you at all, and I'm not something that belongs to you, when will I be able to Learn to respect?"

It's not that Dongling was completely unaffected by Xuandu, but because of Xuandu, she would like people who are considerate and respectful, such as Song Mingzhi.

"Something I don't want to say is too ugly. I have said it time and time again, but you haven't changed it, and you won't change it."

Dongling walked into the room while talking on the phone and closed the door of the room.

"I'll only talk to you once. Don't threaten me with Song Mingzhi in the future. If you touch her, I'll never stop talking to you."

Dongling hung up the phone with indifferent eyes, and dragged the number into the blacklist as well.

How Song Mingzhi asked her to use her to talk, she was her lifeblood now, let alone Lingling, she would be happy to call her baby when Song Mingzhi called her.