When Mai Sakurajima listened to his singing, she seemed to see the scenes described in the lyrics and couldn't help but feel a deep resonance in her heart. The song finally ended and Ping Qingshan also stopped singing. He looked at Mai Sakurajima. "How is it?" Mai Sakurajima didn't answer, but her eyes said it all. She was moved by Ping Qingshan's singing and touched by the emotion of the song. "Like it, this is my New Year's gift to you." ~~~ Wait until you come out of the recording studio. It's already dark. Like Hira Kiyosugi, Mai Sakurajima had not had much exposure to music before, but unlike Hira Kiyosugi, she had a high talent for music.
Just one afternoon. I have already mastered this song. The two agreed to go again the next day and record a perfect version. Before going home, the two had a meal at a roadside shop. The price is not expensive, but the taste is surprisingly good. Both of them were in a good mood. at night. When he got home, Ping Qingshan felt a little cold. So I suggested going to a hot spring together. This time, the girl did not refuse. The hot spring is located in the backyard of Pingqingshan Villa, so it is quite private. After changing into a bathrobe in his room, Ping Qingshan tied a large bath towel around his waist, slowly walked into the hot spring pool, comfortably immersed his body in the warm hot spring water, staring at the steam rising from the hot spring water, lost in thought. The spring water was very hot, and the heat gradually penetrated into his limbs and bones, helping him recover from physical fatigue. The pool is semi-open-air. A covered wooden fence surrounds the hot spring in the middle. However, the lid on the sky did not have tiles, but a round blank space was left. White mist rose into the dark night sky. There was a little snow tonight. The falling snowflakes met the rising mist and turned into drops of water that fell in the center of the hot spring. Quite artistic conception. Ping Qingshan let out a long sigh, covered his head with a towel, leaned against the edge of the pool, and enjoyed the rare moment of leisure.
After a while, the snow stopped and everything in the world seemed quiet. After a while, a gust of wind blew in the mountains again, and the leaves rustled. If you were standing in the snow, you would be shivering with cold wind, but in a warm hot spring, it is the perfect white noise. Make people feel comfortable. The momentary peace was soon broken by the sound of footsteps. A tall and slender figure, a cool face, long and straight legs, small and cute snow-white feet, and a beautiful body wrapped in a white bath towel. Mai Sakurajima staggered and appeared in front of the man. "The bottom of the pool is paved with soft cobblestones. Come on, be careful when you slide." The man reached out and carefully supported the girl to prevent her from slipping. Mai Sakurajima obediently let him support her until her infinitely beautiful and attractive figure was completely submerged in the mist. In order to avoid getting wet, she tied her long hair into a cute bun, which was very adorable. "Ah~ I want to fall asleep like this... and never wake up..." Ping Qingshan leaned against the edge of the pond, his whole body relaxed, "I really can't stay in the mountains for too long. I've only been back for a day, and I'm already slacking off." I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder: "Sometimes, I feel good to relax like this!" Everything fell into place. Ping Qingshan put his arms around Sakurajima Mai's slender waist. Sakurajima Mai did not resist, but leaned her head on his shoulder: "So, now, can you tell me, do you like me?" It is said that confession is actually the end of love rather than the beginning. Ping Qingshan agreed with this statement very much. He had never told Mai Sakurajima that he liked her, but today Mai Sakurajima brought it up on her own initiative. "Of course, I like it." Ping Qingshan expressed his feelings very seriously. "Then why don't you confess?" The girl looked him straight in the eyes. Ping Qingshan wanted to make a joke, but Sakurajima Mai was too smart. She actually already knew the answer. Now it was Ping Qingshan's turn to convince her. "Have I ever told you about my dream?" Ping Qingshan changed the subject. He turned around and talked about his dream. When a person's money becomes a string of numbers, if he does not find a goal to strive for, he will soon be corrupted by the money.
Why are there so many prodigals among the second generation? Why do they say wealth cannot last for more than three generations? This is partly the reason. The money my parents give me is enough. I have no desire to strive for anything, and no goals to strive for. They invest the money recklessly and, with the concentration of capital, they can often achieve short-term success. But in the final analysis, they are still confused. If the parents die early, there may be pressure to take over, and under this pressure, you may be able to move forward. But most people still rely on their parents when they reach middle age. Even when Ping Qingshan first came into this world, he had to lie down for several months, spending his days in debauchery and always spending all the pocket money his father gave him every month. Until Ping Qingshan set a new goal for himself. Only then did he gradually come out of the maze of money. Unify Japanese entertainment. This is a very difficult goal, but it is precisely because this goal is difficult that Ping Qingshan has sufficient motivation. Now that the goal has been set. Naturally, you have to do your best. So to some extent, his singleness is also a resource. As long as he remains single, he can use this identity to leverage some resources. He has to stay like this until he has real power of his own. "Liar." Mai Sakurajima's body is immersed in hot spring water. "There's only one reason why you don't dare to confess: you're too greedy!" The girl's voice was low, but her tone was unquestionable. Ping Qingshan looked up at the dark night sky above him and sighed, "I really can't hide it from you, but this is the Sakurajima Mai that I know." Then Ping Qingshan turned around and looked into the girl's eyes: "I like you, Sakurajima Mai." "You are too greedy, Shan-senpai." "I'm serious, you can trust me." This time, Ping Qingshan didn't wait for the girl to speak. He turned over to the front of the girl and kissed her directly.
For a smart woman like Sakurajima Mai, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make. When you need to be proactive, you should be proactive; when you need to be strong, don't be soft-handed. The softness from the tip of the tongue sends a signal of excitement to the brain. Mai Sakurajima felt as if she had been electrocuted and her whole body went limp. The physical excitement made her put away all the questions in her mind. What's the point of asking further? She didn't push away Ping Qingshan. This matter itself already represents the final answer. Ping Qingshan's skills are still very good. Under the moonlight, the two gradually became entangled with each other. Ping Qingshan successfully occupied the high ground, and a pair of big hands also began to join the battle. With the help of the hot spring, Sakurajima Mai's already delicate skin becomes like a freshly peeled egg, tender, delicate and smooth. soon. The towel slipped into the water. Only two naked people were left under the moonlight. The mist continued to rise, and Ping Qingshan kept stroking the girl's smooth back with his hands, helping her relieve her tension and shyness. But in the very end. Sakurajima Mai still gently pushed Ping Qingshan. "No...no, in a place like this." ~~~ It was late at night, in the master bedroom. There was only one light on the second floor of Ping Qingshan Villa. Mai Sakurajima was lying on her stomach reading a book. The girl had a slender figure and her two smooth legs were swaying slightly on the bed. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and it was obvious that she was in a good mood. Her happiness lies in two aspects. One is the dopamine and endorphins secreted by the body, which makes people feel happy. And the other one was Ping Qingshan, who did not force her at the last moment. Women are like this sometimes. Although Mai Sakurajima would not resist if they had done it while taking a hot spring bath just now, she did not like doing that in the hot spring. Ping Qingshan respected her opinion. Instead, Mai Sakurajima felt happy again and didn't even care about the forced kiss and those little actions at the beginning.
At this time, Mai Sakurajima was wearing a pure white nightgown. The girl wore this ordinary nightgown to give it a special charm.
