A beautiful summer night

"Jiang Baichuan's battle record is verifiable."

Xia Wanzhi drew a few strokes in the air with her paintbrush: "But it's a pity, they were all wiped out."

Yunli scratched her cheek: "It's not exactly a total wipeout. I still really like Chaochao Mumu, and I said I'd think about it."

She wasn't mentally prepared and needed some time to calm down.

Moreover, Liang Jing's matter has not been completely resolved.

Jiang Baichuan could ignore it.

But she wanted to approach him cleanly and honestly.

"Ah, so you admit you're interested in President Jiang?" Xia Wanzhi smiled, poked her hair with her pen, and turned back to continue drawing.

Yunli smiled but didn't say anything.

Zhu Zi is away on a trip and hasn't returned yet. She's closed her shop today and came to Xia Wanzhi's place to relieve her boredom.

After late autumn, nights fall quickly, and October flies by in a flash.

In one month, sixteen paintings were piled up in front of the French windows.

Yunli walked over with a cup of coffee and examined the neatly arranged paintings. The first one was significantly different in appearance from the one Xia Wanzhi was currently painting. Yunli exclaimed in surprise, "With your skills, you could be a forensic artist at the police station!"

Xia Wanzhi focused on outlining, and after a while she answered, "If I had that skill, would I need to draw them one by one?"

She sighed deeply, "I wish I were that capable."

Yunli patted her shoulder: "Don't rush, take your time. Even Xie Qiyan, with his clever methods, couldn't do anything about it, so you don't need to feel so much pressure. But speaking of which—"

She changed the subject, her tone becoming slightly excited, and Xia Wanzhi's ears perked up.

"Xie Qiyan's mother is so beautiful," Yunli exclaimed.

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

"With your and Xie Qiyan's excellent conditions, you must have a daughter to play with," Yun Li exclaimed.

Xia Wanzhi was both amused and exasperated, and nudged her with her shoulder: "This is nothing."

"What do you mean, 'where are you going'? You two are inseparable, constantly showing off your love to the world. What's wrong, haven't you gotten married yet?" The gossip between best friends is nothing more than the same few things. As long as they don't gossip about themselves, they're always shameless.

Xia Wanzhi immediately understood what kind of fruit it was.

She coughed lightly: "No rush."

Yunli suppressed a laugh and feigned shock: "That shouldn't be the case. At this speed, wouldn't you need to launch a rocket?"

Xia Wanzhi was so ashamed and indignant: "Don't pry into the affairs of young lovers!"

Yunli couldn't stop laughing. She had stayed with Xia Wanzhi for most of the day. Just as she was about to leave in the evening, she saw the door of Xia Wanzhi's house open from the outside.

Xie Qiyan made a glamorous appearance with a suit jacket draped over his arm.

He goes straight to Xia Wanzhi's place after work; the two of them are practically living together.

The house across the street is just for show.

But this might just be Xie Qiyan's little trick of playing hard to get, or perhaps it's just some playful banter between the young couple.

Yunli didn't understand, but smiled and announced to the living room, "Wanzi, your boyfriend is off work."

Xia Wanzhi was still focused on drawing. She heard it, but didn't say anything.

"Stay for dinner?" Xie Qiyan asked politely, speaking like the host.

Yunli waved her hand: "I appreciate the dog food, but I won't disturb you two lovebirds."

As soon as the person left, Xie Qiyan washed his hands and loosened his tie as he walked towards Xia Wanzhi. When he stood behind Xia Wanzhi, two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his sexy collarbone, as if he was about to seduce her with his good looks.

Xia Wanzhi clearly sensed his approach but was still startled by him, and asked coquettishly, "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, Xie Qiyan took the paintbrush from her hand, then wrapped the tie around her hand, grabbed her other hand, and wrapped it around her back.

Then, tie them up.

Xia Wanzhi was stunned for a moment.

Xie Qiyan slowly tied a knot.

After struggling, Xia Wanzhi realized she couldn't break free and that Xie Qiyan was playing a real bondage game.

"What are you doing—"

His lower lip was forcibly closed.

Xie Qiyan pinched her lips and gave her a loud kiss.

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

Xie Qiyan lowered his eyelids, his pupils shimmering with a pool of spring water mixed with deep resentment: "Xia Wanzhi, just say you don't love me anymore."

"Love." No matter what's wrong with him, just coax him first.

"Do you love me?" Xie Qiyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he traced his fingertips on her lips. "Then why didn't you talk to me just now?"

Xie Qiyan replied again: "I haven't received a message in three hours, Teacher Xia. I can feel your coldness towards me."

Yunli just told her that he's back.

Xia Wanzhi didn't even hear it.

Xie Qiyan felt wronged.

Xia Wanzhi rolled her eyes inwardly: "..."

With this kind of acting skill, one could consider entering the film and television industry.

It can switch between a big wolfhound and a little puppy in a second.

"Sweetie, you're drawing." Xia Wanzhi tiptoed slightly, raised her chin, and rubbed her lips against his.

It's November, and the temperature is dropping. Xie Qiyan has just come back from outside. His lips are cool and soft, just like bouncy jelly.

Xia Wanzhi licked it.

Xia Wanzhi's head was pressed down by a strong hand, and she was forced to exchange breaths with him and have a passionate French kiss.

My throat was a little dry, but my lips were glistening with moisture.

Xia Wanzhi whimpered, "No..."

"Don't say anything, you're dead if you refuse me again." Xie Qiyan picked him up by the waist and carried him straight to the sofa.

They hugged and continued kissing.

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

There was a lot of clicking and tsking in the living room.

The air was enchanting, and the lingering sound echoed in the air.

Ten minutes later, Xie Qiyan tried to calm his breathing.

Xia Wanzhi gasped for breath, her hands still bound, her body slumped against Xie Qiyan.

"So?" Xie Qiyan wanted to ask her if she still dared to do it.

"Ah, soft." Xia Wanzhi misinterpreted the meaning and commented firmly, "Your mouth is really soft when you're not talking."

“There are also parts that aren’t soft.” Xie Qiyan went behind her and untied her tie.

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

Stop talking, she felt it.

"Don't move, take a break." Xie Qiyan wrapped his arms around her waist.

During this period, in addition to focusing all her energy on painting, she also had to take care of Yunli's affairs.

He was a man and didn't understand why women could chat for a whole day and night without stopping.

Xie Qiyan's biggest rival in love is Yun Li.

He couldn't wait for that bastard Jiang Baichuan to take Yunli away.

He even gave Jiang Baichuan some advice on this.

But it doesn't seem to work very well.

"My grandfather's birthday is in a few days..." Xia Wanzhi got down to business.

Xie Qiyan was still on edge, his mind a little slow to process what he had just said: "What did you just say?"

His voice was hoarse, clearly indicating he was enduring a lot of hardship.

Xia Wanzhi blushed slightly: "..."

"I said, my grandfather's birthday is in a few days, and I have to go abroad." Xia Wanzhi felt his thigh was digging into her, so she rubbed her hands against his shoulders and moved to adjust her sitting posture.

Her response was a muffled groan. Xie Qiyan couldn't take it anymore and, without controlling his strength, pinched her waist hard to stop her from moving.

"It hurts!" Xia Wanzhi frowned, let out a soft moan, and reached out to grab his hand, forcefully prying his fingers apart.

Xie Qiyan rubbed it irritably: "It hurts before I've even done anything."

Xia Wanzhi glared fiercely.

Xie Qiyan immediately apologized: "I was wrong, I'll pinch you back."

Xia Wanzhi didn't pinch him, trying to ignore the prickly feeling, and said seriously, "Did you hear that? I said I'm going abroad and won't be back for at least a week."

Xie Qiyan remarked with a touch of感慨, "Your maternal grandparents' birthdays are quite close together."

After saying that, he changed the subject again: "Just like the two of us."

Xia Wanzhi couldn't stop laughing: "I'm more than half a year younger than you, okay!"

“I’m here for the Beginning of Winter, you’re here for the Beginning of Summer, a perfect match.” Xie Qiyan’s eyes revealed deep affection.

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

This guy's flirting goes on and on.

"I have something important to tell you..."

"I heard you. What day are you leaving? I'll clear my schedule in advance." Xie Qiyan smiled and kissed Xia Wanzhi again while she was still in surprise.

I can't get enough of kissing you, I just can't get enough of kissing you.

They even wanted more.

But he wanted to maintain his composure.

reserved.

Otherwise, Xia Wanzhi would call him filthy and a hooligan.

The princess in the family has a very high status; she can be filthy and act like a hooligan.

But he can't.