Lack of sleep, coupled with being soaked in the rain for most of the day, her limbs were weak and top-heavy. Qingwu fell asleep at some point. Amidst the slight bumps, she frowned and opened her eyes, and asked drowsily, "Where's Maomao?"
"Sister-in-law Wu coaxed her to sleep."
"Did you drink ginger soup? I'm really afraid that she won't recover from her old illness and will catch a cold again..."
"I think you need to worry about yourself now."
"oh."
She wiped her eyes, her cheeks were rosy and cute, and her pouting look was so tempting that people couldn't help but want to take a bite, put it in their mouth, and be intoxicated for a long time.
Ling Yansen shook his head, suppressing and then suppressing, his muscles tensed.
Pain hit her arm, and now she was completely awake. She looked down and found that she was being held by someone. She turned around and looked back...
"Ah!" she screamed, kicked her legs, struggled, and was horrified.
"People who only heard his voice thought you were filming a love action movie." He was lazy, he was teasing, he was winking, he was flirting.
His chest and arms were full of scratches and bites from her. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, so he calmly let go. Bang!
"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts..." She covered her knee that was hitting the hard floor and rolled in pain.
Ling Yansen crossed his arms, his eyes narrowed, and his voice was always evil and low, "You asked for it."
She was sullen and couldn't get up after crawling for a long time. She wrinkled her face in pain and barked at him, "Yes! I asked for it! I just want to fall, because I think the pain of falling is better than being hugged by you."
Stay strong! The floor is 10,000 times safer than you!"
"Oh? Do you want to experiment? Jump down from here and see if I am safer or the floor on the first floor is safer." He remained calm, his narrow eyes sparkling.
"..."
So Duan Qingwu, why do you want to quarrel with the beast? Look, look, dig a big hole for yourself.
The noses of the two people are not noses, eyes are not eyes, one is paralyzed on the ground, and the other is standing lazily, just frozen, with their eyes facing each other, sparks flying on one side, and no wind or waves on the other.
Qingwu touched her bruised knees and strained calf, feeling at a loss. The dim yellow light above her head was like a veil, so ambiguous that the eyes of Ling Yansen's two thousand-watt light bulbs were too bright. She lowered her head lower and lower, and Qingwu could only
I feel a little sorry for her cervical spine.
Ling Yansen looked at her embarrassed look with a rather complicated expression. For a long time, he sighed silently, walked over and leaned over to scoop it up. Her soft and light body was in his arms. He carried her to the far right and opened the door.
Put her on the bed.
Qingwu came back from her daze, the warmth in her waist had disappeared. She looked up and saw that he had turned around. In the rumbling heartbeat, she seemed to hear his deep and depressed voice, "It's better for women to be softer, they are too stubborn."
Unflattering."
She closed her eyes, feeling disappointed, as if she had forgotten that what Ling Yansen was good at was not saying what he meant.