Chapter 7.2 - Non-Film Related Inspection Play Upper Part
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Chapter 7.2 – Non-Film Related Inspection Play Upper Part (H)
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TN: Sorry for the delay, I was down with a fever for the past two days.
Hearing those words, Qiao Qiao looked out the window. The surrounding scenery had already changed quite the bit a long time ago. The prosperity of the city center could not be seen at all. Instead, it was replaced by a large swathe of green forestry. The black asphalt road had also become more tidy and beautiful. Beyond the distant road ahead, a faint outline of a high-end residential area could be seen, its shape eroded by the tree’s shadows.
Is this Director Song’s home?
“Have a seat.” After opening the door, the man took off his coat casually and hung it on the hanger. As he loosened his tie, he motioned to Qiao Qiao to have a seat on the sofa. “The takeout will come later. I need you to be hungry.”
Qiao Qiao’s entire attention was already sucked by the ornamental torsion pendulum clock that was placed on the table. Song Qiyan’s home did not have the luxurious light elite style that Qiao Qiao expected, but was full of a simplicity and neatness that exactly reflected the same ambience as himself. Even though the tone of the whole house was a bit cold, the various green plants and ornamental fish tanks placed everywhere in the room gave this cold tone a lot more liveliness.
“Huh?” Qiao Qiao raised her head, she hadn’t heard him clearly.
Song Qiyan had already taken off his tie. Currently, he had begun to remove the cufflinks from his French shirt. Two tanzanite stones twirled within his fingertips, illuminated by the light, revealing a deep blue gradience.
“Take off your clothes.” He casually put the cufflinks on the table and concisely summed up his words.
! ! !
What, what kind of development is this? Qiao Qiao felt a drop of sweat begin to drip down from her forehead. Could it be that the casting couch that she had been waiting for has finally come?
“What are you all frozen for?” Song Qiyan stopped what he was doing, “How can I evaluate you without you taking off your clothes?”
Qiao Qiao stood up embarrassingly from the sofa, feeling that she was really too lecherous.
Even though Song Qiyan had already seen her nude up, down, inside, and out for an unknown number of times, Qiao Qiao still felt a little embarrassed to strip herself in front of him. When she finally took off her last little triangle panties after much dilly dallying and threw them to the side, Song Qiyan was already sitting on the single sofa next to her, staring steadily at her, watching for an unknown amount of time.
In the middle, he had gone back to his room and changed into a casual home outfit. The light gray set was also a very ordinary style, but worn by him, it gave off a very impressive aura. Especially that sitting posture with one leg crossing over the other, made Qiao Qiao feel her skin, that was exposed to the air, uncontrollably began to turn red. She embarrassedly used her arms to cover those two small nipples in front of her chest.
“Put your hands down, come to my side.” The man calmly gave out instructions.
Qiao Qiao could only put her hands down again and slowly walked over. She spurned her hypocrisy within her heart. Song Qiyan had seen even worse before, it was just stripping herself right now, what is she getting all shy for here?
The floor of Song Qiyan’s house was covered with a finely woven carpet. Qiao Qiao walked on it barefoot, and a faint warmth crawled up from the bottom of her foot.
“The waist is very thin.” Song Qiyan reached out and slowly touched Qiao Qiao’s waist. There seemed to be a thin callus between his fingers from years of using the pen. You could only feel it when he used a bit of strength in his hand.
“The buttocks are also very full.” Song Qiyan’s hand slowly slid down along the curvature of the spine and touched all the way down to Qiao Qiao’s butt. Qiao Qiao straightened up involuntarily. That small area touched by Song Qiyan actually grew hot like it was lit on fire.
God, it, it was just a touch…
“Hmm…the chest is a little small…” The other hand, that had been on the armrest of the sofa, finally covered the small breast bun on Qiao Qiao’s chest. Qiao Qiao shuddered, her legs were so soft she could barely stand up. Song Qiyan reached out and, with a gentle scoop, took Qiao Qiao into his arms with barely any effort. Before Qiao Qiao, who had fallen onto the man’s lap, could stand up, her chest was harshly squeezed by Song Qiyan’s palm.
“Um…” Qiao Qiao bit down on her lips and moaned out.
I r eally want to do it ahhhhh!
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