Qin Cao's eyes fell on his hands, and he scanned the other person's body from bottom to top. When he looked away, Qin Cao was already pinned to the bed by Qin Shou. He had to lie down obediently, but
He reluctantly pulled Qin Shou down and said, "I'm fine."
"The family doctor that the prince just called is still checking the food in the KTV kitchen. He will be there in a moment." Qin Shou stood up, glanced at Qin Cao again, walked into the bathroom awkwardly, soaked a dry towel,
Go back to the room and put a wet towel on his head.
Qin Cao raised his eyes and glanced at Qin Shou's face. He saw a face close at hand that he had seen since he was a child. There was not much that stood out about him, but it was a pity that he just liked it.
Forehead, eyes, bridge of nose, lips, chin, and Adam's apple.
He liked every part, and was even familiar with it so much that he could copy it with his eyes closed.
Qin Cao closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Let's move back home."
"I'm going out to see if the doctor is here, why is it so slow!" Qin Shou avoided the topic with all his strength, feeling particularly irritable, and then strode out.
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"Honghong, you... I can't stand it anymore..." Ziyang pushed his chest with both hands and breathed heavily, her eyes blurred.
Under the palm of his hand are his chest muscles, and his heart is hidden under his chest muscles.
Ziyang's brain was already fucked. After being torn over and over by him like a violent storm, she had no strength at all. At this moment, she looked pitifully at the sweating man and found that his heart was no slower than hers.
But for a moment, a picture flashed in her mind.
Unfamiliar scenes, familiar movements, she looked up at him blankly, as if she had an illusion for a moment. She didn't know why she occasionally had such illusions, and she always couldn't help but bring herself and him into the script she wrote.
In it, did she get that kind of fantasy disorder after writing a script?
"Honghong...well...enough...enough..." Tears could not help but burst out of his eyes.
Fu Hong leaned over and pecked her pleading lips. Ziyang gritted her teeth and stared at him, only to receive a fierce kiss from him.
"What are you thinking, so inattentive? Men who mess around with you in bed will be punished."
"Honghong, do you believe in past and present lives?" Words come out of the mouth before the brain.
Fu Hong's heart suddenly shrank, and then all movements came to a standstill.
Fu Hong's mouth slowed down for a moment, twitched, and then with great excitement, his trembling voice sounded: "Yangyang, what did you just say?"
Ziyang hit her head and cursed whether her nerves were abnormal again.
She shook her head, took the initiative to stick to her, and poked his heart with her little finger.
She said softly: "I'm so tired..."
Fu Hong refused to give up. He stared at her with a pair of demon eyes, unblinking for a moment, and then repeated again: "What did you just say?"
He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating.
"It's nothing." Ziyang flattened her mouth and complained more and more coquettishly: "People say I'm so tired... I'm tired..."
"You asked me if I believe in past and present lives?" Fu Hong turned over, held her waist, and let her sit on him while he lay underneath: "Yangyang, did you just ask me, did you believe in me?