The pajamas were thin, and every part of Jiang Yao's skin that was in direct contact was like fire, and the temperature of her body was frighteningly hot. But he didn't realize it yet, and was still clinging to her.
"Yes, I will treat you sincerely." Shen Qinghe deliberately did not understand his connotation and answered him according to the meaning of the idiom.
The chest behind his back vibrated slightly, followed by Jiang Yao's chuckle.
Shen Qinghe: "What are you laughing at?"
His voice came to my ears. His voice was faint, but it carried an indescribable charm: "You know, I didn't mean that."
Wen Jingjing roared in the toilet: "Shen Qinghe! Where did you find a sanitary napkin?"
"Come on, come on!" Shen Qinghe took a lot of effort to lift his arm and break free from his embrace.
She had just taken two steps when someone grabbed her clothes tightly. She couldn't move and turned back in confusion.
Jiang Yao sat dejectedly in the closet, his fine hair in a mess on his forehead, the corners of his eyes and brows seemed to be drooping, and his eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.
The person who usually looked cold and distant actually looked a bit pitiful at this moment, as if she was afraid of being abandoned by her.
Shen Qinghe rubbed his head softly: "Wait for me."
I hurriedly found a sanitary napkin and handed it to the man whose legs were numb from squatting through the crack in the door.
Wen Jingjing cursed: "It took you so long to find a sanitary napkin?"
Shen Qinghe glanced at the closet door guiltily and said half-heartedly: "Well, it's too hidden."
Wen Jingjing opened the door, straightened her clothes, and joked: "You know, it's hard to find sanitary napkins. But I don't know, I thought you were stealing from a man."
"..." Shen Qinghe smiled and said nothing.
Needless to say, Wen Jingjing's sixth sense is really accurate.
She did steal a man.
Probably because of her menstrual period, Wen Jingjing felt extremely weak and couldn't get enough energy. She fell on the bed and couldn't remember.
Shen Qinghe also felt sorry for her, but Jiang Yao hadn't left yet!
Sitting next to her, he asked, "I'll lie down later. How can we have a night talk without snacks?"
"Eating at night will make you fat." Wen Jingjing's weight loss depends entirely on diet control, and she occasionally makes exceptions.
“There are low-calorie snacks.”
"don't want."
Shen Qinghe advised earnestly: "Eating cold food means there are no calories!"
Wen Jingjing propped up her upper body, lay on her lap, and accused her: "You are a stumbling block in my weight loss journey."
Seeing the drama, Shen Qinghe took advantage of the victory and pursued it: "Losing weight means fishing for 3 days and drying the net for 362 days!"
"No." The voice of rejection became lower and lower.
Shen Qinghe could only use his trump card: "There is a handsome guy in the supermarket."
"Walk."
Wen Jingjing sat up and said, "Wait while I touch up my makeup."
Looking left and right in the mirror, she saw that Lu Jinbai had taken off a lot of her makeup, and her lips were slightly red and swollen. Fortunately, Shen Qinghe didn't look closely at her face today.
Skillfully opened Shen Qinghe's cosmetic bag.
She was drawing her eyebrows in the bathroom mirror, while Shen Qinghe was lying on the bed waiting for her, scrolling through Weibo boredly, skipping over the entries of Song Ci one by one with an expressionless expression.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were stained with smiles.
#罗伊伟线concert#
Shen Qinghe was immersed in joy and spoke fluently: "Accompany me to go to H City in two days."
"Where to go for what?"
"Brother is there!"
Wen Jingjing pursed her lips, her face almost touching the mirror, and applied her mascara carefully: "Which brother?"
Shen Qinghe belongs to the wallflower type. He falls in love with the one he sees and then changes to the next one every once in a while.
"Which one can there be? Luo Yiwei!" Shen Qinghe didn't realize there was anything wrong.
My right eyelid suddenly twitched violently.
"Boom." The wardrobe made a loud noise.
Shen Qinghe was so frightened that he got out of bed.
"What's wrong?"
"The quilt fell off." It's really a sin to lie all night.
"That loud?"
"Oh, I'm wrapped in the quilt."
Wen Jingjing finished drawing halfway and ran out: "Are you okay?"
Shen Qinghe reacted very quickly and pretended to pat the dust on his butt: "I'm fine."
"I'm telling you, it must have hurt from being hit by you."
Shen Qinghe picked up the pillow beside the bed and threw it at her, but she nimbly dodged it.
"How much longer."
"five minutes."
Shen Qinghe checked the time and quietly opened the cabinet door, wanting to check on Jiang Yao's condition.
She lowered her head and met Jiang Yao's eyebrows, revealing a coldness visible to the naked eye.
She didn't know why.
Jiang Yao suddenly smiled, his eyes flashing with unknown meaning, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who is that dog man?"
Shen Qinghe was at a loss for a moment, guessing who the dog man in his mouth was referring to.
Jiang Yao pressed the tip of his tongue against the soft flesh next to his cheek and said word by word: "Still hiding it?"
"Which one are you talking about?" Shen Qinghe blinked with a sincere attitude.
She really doesn't know that her man exists in the second and third dimensions.
I definitely didn't mean to make him angry on purpose.
Jiang Yao was extremely angry and laughed: "That's quite a lot."
Shen Qinghe clicked his tongue, roughly counted everything in his mind, and nodded: "Ang, indeed."
She is quite proud!
"elder brother?"
At this point in Jiang Yao's words, Shen Qinghe's rationality returned instantly, and he realized that her title was inappropriate.
She usually hangs out in the comments and barrages on major platforms, subtly calling those little idols "gege".
He explained solemnly: "It doesn't mean anything in particular, just a slip of the tongue."
"You don't even call me brother." She calls me brother every time, but I haven't seen her call her so affectionately.
Jiang Yao was so depressed that the old jealousy in his body was overthrown and he began to settle old scores.
"You were drunk, and the person you were thinking about was him." You even wanted to kiss him.
"So, who are you talking about?"
After going around in a big circle, Shen Qinghe still didn't know who the dog man was.
"Luo Yiwei."
Shen Qinghe was stunned for a moment, with a smile that was difficult to hide in his eyes, and the smile on his lips gradually grew.
"No, the dignified young master Jiang is actually jealous of a minor."
Jiang Yao's expression rarely cracked: "Huh?"
"He's only 16 years old."
Jiang Yao was not annoyed, and leaned back calmly, saying in a casual tone: "You said before that as long as you take good care of yourself, your boyfriend will take the college entrance examination."
Shen Qinghe was ashamed. It was the first time she discovered that Jiang Yao was so good at settling old scores. It was only a joke in her senior year.
"Qinghe? Why are you giggling at the wardrobe?"
Wen Jingjing didn't know when she came out.
Shen Qinghe closed the door subconsciously, his movements were a bit hasty, and the sound of closing the door was a bit loud.
Turning around, he smiled and said, "Nothing."
The door behind her slowly opened and bumped into her. She put her hand behind her back and closed the door again.
Why can't it be closed tightly?
The hand closing the door became stronger.
Wen Jingjing said hesitantly: "What seems to be stuck in the cabinet door?"