Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Zheng Zhi left, and only two people were left in the huge room.

Rong Fuqing walked to the coffee table, picked up a stack of documents with his slender fingers, and placed them on the table. His deep eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.

"Your job is to help me screen out some publishing houses."

A deep and magnetic voice echoed in the room.

Quan Jiuxi walked forward and sat on the sofa. She stroked the table with her slender fingers. There was not a trace of dust on her fingers. The smooth table reflected her focused and serious expression.

"Okay, Teacher Rong, I will definitely complete it carefully."

Looking at the person in front of him with a smile as beautiful as the sun, Rong Fuqing paused slightly, a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Just call me by my name, no need to call me teacher."

"Rong... Fuqing?" Quan Jiuxi said softly, with an inexplicable and charming meaning in his words.

The man's eyes flickered, and before he could say anything, Quan Jiuxi interrupted him, "How can that be? You're my favorite idol. Calling me by my full name is disrespectful."

There was still a smile on her face, her eyebrows were curved, and two dimples were faintly visible at the corners of her mouth.

Rong Fuqing raised his eyebrows slightly, with a look of doubt and confusion on his face.

"Favorite? I don't want your liking to bother me."

Quan Jiuxi, "..."

"Teacher, please stop joking. I respect you 100%." ​​She explained quickly, looking a little nervous.

"Really?" Rong Fuqing stood up and walked towards the room, saying, "Leave after you're done."

"Okay, teacher." Quan Jiuxi replied. Until the door closed, she suddenly put away her smile, sat down on the sofa, picked up the documents and started flipping through them casually.

Time passed slowly. Quan Jiuxi took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at the time. It was already seven o'clock in the evening.

The room was as quiet as if the mute button was pressed, with only her soft breathing floating gently in the air.

There was no sound in Rong Fuqing's room, as if it was covered by a thick curtain of silence.

She reached out and picked up the brightly colored apple on the coffee table, opened her mouth and took a big bite, and the sweet juice instantly overflowed in her mouth.

The whole person seemed to have no bones, leaning lazily on the sofa, with his legs casually crossed, one hand casually resting on the armrest, and the other hand holding an apple.

"Xiaoyi, let me see what our teacher Rong is doing."

[Okay, sir, eh, that's not right, why is it a mosaic picture?]

Quan Jiuxi smiled leisurely, with the corners of his mouth raised.

She chewed the apple in her mouth slowly, her throat moving gently as she swallowed the sweet taste.

It's time to face the consequences of drinking her blood.

Quan Jiuxi stood up and walked towards the room, gently pushing open the door. The dim light flowed into the room like water. As soon as he entered the room, he could see a large and neat bed.

The lighting in the room is cool, with only three colors: black, white and gray. It is like a minimalist ink painting, creating a simple and depressing atmosphere.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked towards the bathroom, and walked slowly towards it.

The sound of water was accompanied by the man's heavy breathing.

She stopped in front of the bathroom door, her expression calm, but it seemed as if there were surging waves hidden beneath that calmness.

Then she stretched out her fair, slender hand and gently knocked on the door.

The sound of water suddenly stopped, and the air around seemed to freeze in an instant, and everything fell into a suffocating silence.