Chapter 370 True or False Online Dating Partner (25)
Real and Fake Online Dating Partners (Twenty-Five)
When they arrived at the hotel, Lance was still rational enough to remember to hold the person in one hand and pick up the suitcase with the other.
As soon as the door was opened, Song Ning, who was still pretending to be asleep, was pressed against the door by him impatiently. His hot big hand clasped the back of Song Ning's head, and Lance, who had restrained himself all the way, kissed her fiercely.
Song Ning was pressed against the door, his waist was pinched tightly, and the kiss was so fierce and lustful that he was forced to hold his head high to endure it.
He didn't expect that Lance had such a side to him. He felt an inexplicable bubble in his heart and his mood became cheerful.
Lance's movements were not gentle, and were even a bit hasty.
At some point his collar was torn open, and a pair of hands were placed on his shoulders, rising and falling with his chest. His lustful facial features became deeper and more three-dimensional, making Song Ning even more confused and bewildered when he accidentally caught a glimpse of him.
Breathing heavily, Lance pulled out a silver thread from the corner of Song Ning's mouth, and the heat in his voice could not be concealed.
"Do you have classes tomorrow?"
The arrow is on the string and has to be shot, how can Song Ning care about this?
The hand on his shoulder hooked around Lance's neck and he leaned in to kiss her shyly.
"Zhang Zhixin and the others will help me get leave."
This clear hint completely ignited Lance. He pushed Song Ning against the door with one knee, slightly bent his waist with both hands, and faced each other frankly.
Song Ning didn't know whether he was covering his eyes with his hands or holding the man to maintain balance, and then he felt his body become lighter and he became one with Lance.
In the last second when that hot chest covered him, Song Ning only vaguely cared about one last thing.
Did Lance buy the little umbrella? He seemed to have heard about the value of the hotel.
And, there are only two.
The night is hot and long, but dawn will always come after the sweat.
When Song Ning fell asleep, he felt his limbs were so sore that he couldn't even lift a finger.
In a daze, he only saw Lance, who was covered in moisture, walking out of the bathroom. When he bent down to pick up his phone, there were crisscrossing scratches on his back.
"It's me. Could you please ask for a day off for Ningning today?"
"Yes, just one day will do. I will send him back in the evening."
Can't we stay overnight tonight?
fair enough.
Song Ning closed his eyes in a daze. He really didn't expect Lance to be so capable. Although there is an old saying that there is no land that can be ruined by plowing, he felt that he was definitely not a good piece of land that would be ruined if plowed.
Come to think of it, Lance was well prepared. He said that only two people in the hotel would not be enough.
It was already past four in the afternoon when Song Ning woke up again. He opened his eyes for a long time but was unable to leave the bed.
It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that he can't do it, because it's difficult for him to even lift his legs now.
After finally calming down for a long time, he managed to climb down from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When he saw the mirror, he was startled.
Although wrapped in pajamas, the person in the mirror showed a large area of ambiguity from the collarbone down. When Song Ning saw this for the first time, she couldn't help but blush and her heart beat fast.
He sneaked closer to the mirror and lifted the hem of his clothes to reveal his fair skin.
There were large patches of crimson marks like plum petals spreading from his waist upwards. Song Ning turned around and found with a blushing heart that there were also large patches of crimson marks spreading on his back, which looked a bit like a painting with the affection that only lovers could have.
Wow, is it so intense?
Song Ning's face turned yellow as he recalled it, but he really had no memory of this part at all.
This shouldn't be the case. He clearly tried very hard to hold on until dawn before he fell asleep due to drowsiness. Then why doesn't he have any memory of these traces at all?
"I thought you were tired, but you seem to be quite energetic."
Song Ning was startled by the hint hidden in the slightly hoarse voice.
Meeting Lance's dark eyes, Song Ning quickly put down his clothes.
"No, I really can't lift a finger. You're seeing things."
It was difficult for him to move his body just now, and he didn't want to be unable to move later.
Hiding this panic, Lance calmed down a little.
"Then come over and eat something, aren't you hungry?"
Just as he finished speaking, a gurgling sound was heard in the bathroom.
Shameful, so shameful.
Song Ning covered his face and left the bathroom silently.
There was a bowl of vegetable porridge on the table outside, and a coat draped over the chair that was obviously Lance's.
Song Ning sat down, opened the box and started eating. His eyes inadvertently swept across the big bed and suddenly paused.
"What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"
Lance noticed his expression and asked.
Vegetable porridge is delicious, but that’s not the problem.
Song Ning hesitated for half a second, glanced at the big bed and asked in a low voice.
"That bed sheet..."
Why did he remember that the sheets in the room had been 'ruined' by them before and were a bit unbelievable?
Now, isn’t this bed sheet a little too clean?
Song Ning bit the spoon and moved his eyes suspiciously to the door.
He remembered that Lance was so excited that they just...
So the door should also, huh?
Song Ning widened his eyes slightly.
Why is the door so clean? Did Lance clean it?
"I asked room service to take care of it. This is another room."
Lance took a sip of water and slowly said something that made Song Ning extremely ashamed and angry.
"Then the room service knows that we..."
Song Ning suddenly buried his head in eating, feeling extremely complicated.
Social death, the ultimate social death!
Should I comfort myself that the only good news was that he was asleep at the time and knew nothing?
But is he a pig? Lance must have picked him up after changing the guest room, right?
How did he not feel anything at all?
"It's okay. I'll carry you and the new quilt over with me."
Lance comforted him.
Song Ning glared at him.
"What about you? Have you been seen?"
Lance was speechless, "...Yeah."
"That's it. What's the difference between you being seen and me being seen?"
He has completely understood the lesson from the last time in the hotel, okay?
Song Ning was so angry that he buried his head in his food. Although he was very angry, he ate very happily.
After all, after working hard all night, everyone would be hungry.
After dinner, Song Ning still wanted to stay.
Although it was a big risk for them to stay, they were still a young couple in love, right? Wasn't it normal for them to want to stay?
When Lance was about to send him back to school, Song Ning swore solemnly, as if this was really the reason.
After looking at him for a while, Lance silently took out a black mask.
"Just use this. They won't recognize it's yours."
Song Ning's face turned red and he became angry and embarrassed.
"Do you really have to expose me?"
What's wrong with him just not wanting to be socially embarrassed again? After all, it's all Lance's fault. Why doesn't he have any sense of shame when his face is always seen by others?