69's Male Best Friend Attacks (╰☆Little Girl☆Martial Arts) Part 1

During that period, I, who was usually lazy, became obsessed with work. I left early and returned late every day, and was exceptionally diligent at the office. I always looked disheveled and tired, and people who didn't know me thought I was a workaholic. My long-time colleagues and friends either ignored me or shook their heads and sighed. As with my usual style, I was never punctual for work. I would go when I wanted to, and if I didn't want to go, I could disappear for over a month without even saying goodbye. If it weren't for my small contributions to the company, the boss probably would have confronted me long ago. I ignored the strange looks from everyone and spent half a month dealing with the backlog of work that had accumulated over two months. Then I started helping colleagues with some tasks. In short, I couldn't let myself be idle, otherwise I would start overthinking. Sometimes being busy made me feel better.
The alarm clock rang incessantly in the morning, and I reluctantly got out of bed. I got up, scratched my messy hair a few times, and knocked the annoying alarm clock to the ground. Shaking myself up, I jumped to the floor, barefoot, and walked to the full-length mirror. I looked left and right, and thought, "I seem to have lost some weight..." Hmm, I was quite satisfied with my recent appearance. I nodded and went into the bathroom. A cold shower makes you feel refreshed. My hair was still dripping wet, but I ignored it, put on my work clothes and high heels, and left home. A few minutes later, my wet hair soaked through my clothes
, and I regretted it. "Let me blow-dry my hair!" The breakfast downstairs at the office smelled tempting. I looked down at my figure and shook my head. "Never mind." As I turned to leave, I stamped my foot. "Oh, those cute little steamed buns..." Just as I was about to turn and run towards them, I was suddenly hugged tightly. Then, a flurry of kisses, accompanied by a faint smell of tobacco, rained down on my face. I didn't even have a chance to open my eyes to see what was happening. I heard in my ears, "Darling, I missed you so much! Did you miss me?" "...Who the hell are you?" Unable to break free for a moment, in desperation, I kicked him with my pointed high heel. With a scream, I was free. Only then did I see a short-haired man squatting on the ground, rubbing his calves while looking up at me and saying, "Honey, it's me. I came all the way back to see you, and you hit me instead, boohoo..." Of course, I was faking it. When I recognized the man squatting on the ground with a wronged look on his face, a warm feeling welled up in my heart. But my actions were different. I slightly bent my knees and trembled, crossed my arms over my chest, bit my nails, and asked softly, "You said you came all the way back to see me?" Yes, I saw your blog post and knew you were in trouble and things were bad, so I rushed back... Oh, Dongdong, you're so good to me! I excitedly bent down and pulled up this man who had suffered a little grievance, returning his kisses with a shower of kisses. This lighthearted comedy, played out on the street with no one around, clearly attracted many young, fashionable white-collar workers busy clocking in and out of work... Tsk, tsk, "A crazy woman..." When these words reached my ears, I realized my behavior was a bit inappropriate, so I released his cheek, which I had kissed so much, and pinched it. I looked down at the man, who was in his forties but still had a baby face, and burst out laughing. "Oh, tsk, tsk, I heard you 'married' well... Look at your outfit, even wearing a tie, looking all presentable..." As I spoke, I pulled Dongdong's tie and walked towards the dim sum restaurant across the street... Dongdong; The man is a year older than me, a neighbor. We've played together, studied together, and grown up together since childhood. We talk about everything. He says that no matter what I wear, I'm always naked in his eyes. These days, we're either childhood friends or besties… There's a little anecdote: A scientist on an Antarctic expedition encountered three penguins and approached them for an interview. He asked the first penguin, "What do you usually do?" The first penguin replied, "Eat, sleep, play." He then asked the second penguin, "What do you usually do?" The second penguin gave the same answer: "Eat, sleep, play." He then asked the third penguin, and the third penguin replied, "Eat, sleep…" The scientist asked curiously, "Why? Only you eat and sleep, while your two friends also play?" The third penguin replied, somewhat aggrieved, "Because I am plaything!" Hehe… Yes, the man I'm pulling along by the tie, his face covered in tears, is my… plaything…! (To be continued)

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