You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

Feeling the scorching heat between the neck and the hot dog head that gradually began to become heavy.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu sighed leisurely.

Although Qi Yue's words sounded far-fetched.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, it is indeed not unreasonable.

With his current physical condition, it really gives people a sense of short-livedness that they will not live until tomorrow.

"?"

Isn't this kid easy to kill?

Climb Mount Everest and play to the limit without dying, but if you come to her and have a fever, you will burn to death?

I don't want to be on social news tomorrow because of the death of a certain entrepreneur surnamed q.

"Sit down first, and I'll get you some medicine."

So Jiang Qiyu could only support Qi Yu resignedly, trying to half-drag and half-hug him to move towards the sofa.

"..."

"..."

But no matter how hard she tried to support it, the person who was pressing half of her body remained motionless.

The hot and humid kiss still stayed on the neck, and even the arms were wrapped around the back at some point.

The size difference between the two is especially obvious at this moment.

Almost the whole body of the petite girl was embraced by the man.

Strictly fit.

"?"

You kid, pretend to be dizzy, right?

Noticing his small movements, Jiang Qiyu simply let go of her strength.

Without saying a word, she raised her hand, her slightly cool fingertips brushed over the hot pinna, and then slowly circled around behind the man's head buried deep in her neck.

After slowly inserting his fair five fingers into his thick black hair, and deeply entangled with it——

Tighten it up again!

"hiss--"

A light and rapid inhalation sounded in his ears.

Jiang Qiyu's eyes were full of smiles, and she looked at the pair of dark eyes that were forced to retreat:

"Your boy, belongs to Dracula?"

"..."

But Qi Yue's state at this time is really different from the usual arrogant and rebellious young master.

I don't get annoyed by her pulling my hair.

He just lowered his eyes, staring at the small light-colored red mark above the collarbone of the man in his arms.

In the dark and bright eyes, there is the satisfaction after success.

Shaking his head slightly, his tone was like trying to seduce the overbearing green tea female supporting role with her beauty in an abusive text:

"I'm about to die of illness, and you want to domestically abuse me?"

"—"

It's a pity that Jiang·Bazong·Qiyu doesn't like this set.

She exerted a little force on her hands, and pulled the dog's head away a little further:

"Your person is going to die, but your mouth is not dead, and you will gnaw other people's necks, which is very scary."

"..."

The current posture of the two can almost be described as twisted.

Jiang Qiyu was wrapped around the back by Qi Yu with one hand, holding his hair with one hand, while he tightly clenched the other hand.

Qi Yu's head was pulled back slightly, but he still stubbornly refused to let go and put a distance between the two of them.

And none of them cared about this at the moment, so they kept this weird posture and started talking.

"Jiang Qiyu,"

Qi Yu slowly raised his eyebrows and looked at her, with a serious tone:

"It's not right."

Jiang Qiyu raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"I answered your question,"

The man's dark eyes gleamed with fragments of light, and the arms around her back slightly pressed the two of them closer:

"In return, you should also answer a question for me."

The fingers holding the hair loosened slightly, Jiang Qiyu looked at him with some amusement:

"What's your problem?"

"..."

Facing her obedient attitude, Qi Yu couldn't help being stunned.

In fact, he prepared a lot of things during this time.

It was all planned. When the gift arrived after he returned to China, he must give her a formal and unforgettable confession.

Rational plans are broken by involuntary emotion.

On such an ordinary night, on such an informal occasion, the rebellious young master slowly lowered his high head.

Willing to bow to the throbbing heart.

他 说:

"Then what is our relationship now?"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu let go of the fingers hanging behind his head, paused, and then chose to gently stick the man's messy hair with the palm of her hand.

She stared into his eyes, avoiding answering as if deliberately changing the subject:

"I remember, you asked this question once before."

"..."

Of course Qi Yu remembered.

Don't just remember this question.

And that night when she raised her head up, her starry eyes were shining brightly, and her words "Qi Yue, do you want to kiss me?".

And that lingering kiss of mellow wine.

At that time, he, who was born with allergies, finally understood why some people were addicted to alcohol, which can paralyze the nerves.

He used to think he was different.

But after tasting the aroma and taste of the wine with my own mouth, I realized what it means to know the taste and not be satisfied.

After that day, he thought a lot.

But still rashly blurted out this question for the first time when she was talking eloquently:

'Jiang Qiyu, what kind of relationship do you think we have now? '

Right now, this is the second time he has asked this question.

For the first time, he clicked to the end, and felt that he could control the progress with ease.

But the second time, he only desperately needed an answer.

"..."

Seeing the man's slightly startled expression, Jiang Qiyu knew he hadn't forgotten.

Gently stroking the hair on the back of Qi Yu's head with soft palms as if soothing, she followed the trend and asked:

"Then do you still remember how I answered?"

"At that time you said..."

Qi Yu frowned, "Let me go to the temple to ask the Bodhisattva another day."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu smiled, her delicate eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, with a trace of understanding on her face:

"Then you certainly didn't ask."

"...How do you know I didn't go?"

"Because I asked myself the next day,"

While speaking, she withdrew the hand that was still pulling the man's hair just now and placed it between the two of them.

Then, Qi Yu saw the slender and soft five fingers in front of him slightly open, then the middle finger of the thumb slightly bent, and the fingertips pressed together...

He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows a little funny:

"...orchid finger?"

"Do not,"

Jiang Qiyu pinched the orchid fingers, and made a posture of becoming a Buddha immediately:

"The Buddha said, 'ok'."

-

After half an hour.

"Bring me the thermometer."

"What does ok mean?"

"..."

"39.8 degrees? Awesome, you kid!"

"What does ok mean?"

"..."

"Take some antipyretics."

"What does ok mean?"

"..."

"Open your mouth."

"Jiang Qiyu, what exactly does ok mean?"

"Are you endless?"

With a dark face, Jiang Qiyu stuffed the antipyretic medicine into his mouth:

"I'm sorry, okay?"