Gu Jingting interrupted Song Qiao and saw her eyes open, her eyes covered with cold fingertips, and his slender fingers brushed across her forehead, causing waves of shivers.
Song Qiao couldn't help but lean back, breathing slightly, "You, you...if you have something to say, please say it, don't move your hands or feet."
Her eyes were blindfolded and she could not see the movements of the outside world. As a result, her other senses became more sensitive. She could hear the subtle sounds of Gu Jingting's clothes rubbing against each other as he moved, and could smell the increasingly fragrant woody fragrance.
She could even feel the man's warm breath spraying on her skin, stirring the down on the side of her face, bringing endless itching and helplessness.
"Now, I'll give you two choices, either have a good rest or do something else." Gu Jingting's voice contained a faint threat.
Song Qiao listened, but felt a little ridiculed and teased.
She pursed her lips helplessly, "Is it okay if I watch TV?"
She slept for so long during the day, and it was really impossible to let her rest now.
Gu Jingting finally reluctantly agreed to this proposal. He withdrew his hand, turned on the TV, and tuned directly to a variety show, "Let's watch it."
He sat back down, picked up the unfinished documents and continued reading.
Song Qiao couldn't help but say, "If you have something to do, you can leave first."
"It's nothing." Gu Jingting's whole body was shrouded in warm light, and he sat casually, looking gentle and peaceful, "You don't have to worry about me." #@$&
The implication is that just watch TV.
Song Qiao pouted and turned his attention to the variety show.
This is a new variety show recently. The overall atmosphere is joyful and funny. Song Qiao was a little bit indifferent at first, but later on, he actually found some fun and enjoyed watching it.
"Hahaha……"
Song Qiao's laughter could be heard in the room from time to time. Gu Jingting was handling the documents and looked up at her.%&(&
Song Qiao was completely immersed in it, with a smile hanging from the corners of his eyes and brows. When he saw the funny scene, his whole body laughed straight away.
It looks shapeless, but it's also very cute.
Gu Jingting lowered his eyes and looked at the complicated documents in his hands. His slight impatience dissipated a lot because of this. He finished processing the few remaining documents and sat next to him to read them.
Song Qiao watched for a while and felt thirsty. He was about to look for water when a glass of water suddenly appeared in front of him.
She was slightly startled, took it and took a few sips. It was warm water.
"Thanks……"
"Eat."
Before she could finish her words of thanks, Gu Jingting brought a small plate and placed it in front of her. On the white plate lay a pile of peeled melon seeds quietly.
Song Qiao stared at Gu Jingting's fingertips.
This man seems to be perfect and flawless, even the smallest details are as if they were crafted by everyone, making people want to keep them properly.
However, these hands were willing to peel the melon seeds for her.
A strong wind suddenly rose in Song Qiao's heart, her calm heartstrings were plucked, and there were lingering sounds. She reached out to take it, hesitated for a long time, and suddenly smiled at him, "That's just a little? It's not enough."
Gu Jingting's pupils trembled slightly.
Even the movements were half a beat slow.
Song Qiao, she didn't even talk about the so-called courtesy?
In the past, no matter what Gu Jingting did, even if she wavered a little, she always maintained the distance between the two of them and the etiquette they should have.
And just now, her words were undoubtedly sending some kind of message to Gu Jingting.
The thought was just a fleeting thought, and Gu Jingting immediately laughed. He took out a tissue and wiped his fingers, "As long as you want to eat, you can have as much as you want."
"Okay, then I'll have to work hard for you tonight." Song Qiao leaned against the bed and continued watching the variety show.
However, this time, no matter how hard she concentrated, she could not be completely immersed in it. The movement in her ears was like a pair of hands appearing out of thin air, tirelessly tugging at her nerves.
Song Qiao endured it again and again, but finally couldn't help but look over from the corner of his eye.
Gu Jingting was only wearing a shirt, with his cuffs rolled up to his elbows. His hands were peeling melon seeds slowly, pressing and breaking them, and the whole melon seed kernels fell into the plate.
The movements are neat and beautiful.
Song Qiao looked at it and was entranced.
"So much, is it enough?"
It wasn't until the man's questioning voice came that Song Qiao came back to her senses. She looked at the melon seeds that had piled up into a hill inside, and didn't want to embarrass Gu Jingting too much.
She nodded, "That's enough. If you eat too much, you'll get angry."
"Okay." Gu Jingting stopped.
He handed the plate to Song Qiao, and then looked at her old spirit, and suddenly seemed to be doing it on purpose, "Were you fascinated just now?"
"I'm not looking at you. Don't talk nonsense." Song Qiao retorted quickly.
Gu Jingting seemed to have grasped the handle. The slightly raised corners of his lips were like a sinking pool, full of temptation, "I just said you were watching TV."
"So, you are looking at me?"
The last note was raised gently, with determination, directly defeating Song Qiao's attack.
Her cheeks were burning. If there was a mirror, Song Qiao might be able to see her face turning red quickly, "I made a mistake, don't take it seriously."
"How can that be done?" Gu Jingting said, "Whether it's true or false, it all counts with me."
Song Qiao didn't know what was going on, but Gu Jingting turned out to be extremely bewitching tonight, but with just a few words, she was unable to fight back.
She forced herself to calm down and pretended to be calm, "That's your business. I don't recognize it anyway."
Gu Jingting was noncommittal.
He didn't pursue the victory, but sat quietly and continued to watch TV. This reaction made Song Qiao hang in the air.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Qiao forced himself to let go.
For the next time, the two of them got along harmoniously. Later, Song Qiao felt sleepy and lay on the bed and fell asleep.
…
"Get up, get up."
Familiar voices were shouting in his ears, and Song Qiao was forced to wake up from his sleep. He saw Momo spinning around in the ward like a top.
Song Qiao looked at the time, eight o'clock in the morning.
She collapsed a little, threw herself into bed, and said helplessly, "Ancestor, it's only eight o'clock. I am a patient and need to recuperate, and I have no job. Why did you wake me up so early?"
Momo was even more exaggerated. She threw herself in front of Song Qiao's bed and pointed at the bruises under her eyes, "Do you think I want to get up early?"
She was busy dealing with Song Qiao's affairs last night and didn't lie down until four in the morning. As a result, she hadn't slept long when she was abruptly woken up by a phone call from Gu Jingting and came over to deliver breakfast.
The name is beautiful, but now that she is a patient, she must eat on time and take good care of herself.
Momo was almost cussing at the time, wondering why she didn't deliver it herself if she cared so much. Unfortunately, there was a big boss on the other end of the phone, and she didn't dare to quarrel.
