After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

Lu Qian gently pulled back his arm and gently moved Wen Qing's head to the back of the sofa. He slowly stood up straight and lowered his head silently, showing his gentle side. His arms lightly passed through Wen Qing's neck and calves, tightly surrounding her body, and then hugged her horizontally.

Lu Qian carefully tried to make Wen Qing feel only the slightest touch of him, as if just a little bit of strength or quick movements would scare her awake. He tried to keep his movements steady and slow, as if guarding a fragile dream. Every movement he makes reveals endless tenderness and thoughtfulness, and this thoughtfulness seems to be more real and profound than words.

After that, he and Wen Nuan got into the elevator together. When the elevator door closed, Lu Qian was already sweating profusely. He was too nervous inside, as if this was a test involving life and death.

He gently held Wen Qing's hand and held her firmly, which was really challenging.

Lu Qian's heartbeat was as fast as a drum, his eyes were locked on Wen Qing's face, and one couldn't help but be moved by that focused expression. His heart was full of tension and anticipation, looking forward to every next moment...

Wen Nuan couldn't help teasing softly: "My sister's breasts are as big as a mile, she is not tall, and her weight is definitely not over 100. How can she look as heavy as she shows?"

After hearing this, Lu Qian couldn't help but blush and laughed mischievously. He has been wandering around since he was seriously injured. His current health condition is not very good, and it is reasonable for him to sweat easily. Moreover, he was also afraid that his sweating would wake up Wen Qing from his sleep, which he couldn't bear to do.

Moreover, the little girl Nuan Nuan actually said that her sister was flat-chested. He did not agree with this statement. After all, he knew this very well.

One of Lu Qian's arms gently touched her nightgown. It felt like touching the warm satin silk, and a silky and delicate touch spread throughout his body. The other arm covered her warm skin, her warm body temperature came from the big hand, and her smooth neck was delicate and soft.

An uncontrollable impulse surged in his heart. It was a familiar desire, but with a hint of unknown expectation. Yes, he began to fall into endless reverie again, just like the reverie he had been having recently when he couldn't sleep at night. He longed for closer contact and more intimate communication. That feeling was really wonderful.

"After you put my sister down, cover her with a quilt. Someone will take you to the guest room when you come out. You don't need to thank me. Don't forget to consider my words."

When they got upstairs, Nuan Nuan left a word and turned around to go back to her room to sleep. She was really relieved about Lu Qian. After all, she didn't know that the handsome boy in front of her, who looked harmless, was actually a 'big pervert' at heart. He is always drooling over the fat piece of his sister, Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's body is as light as a feather and soft to the touch, just like a delicate bird dancing in the breeze.

Her head rested gently on Lu Qian's chest, giving him an incomparable sense of tranquility and harmony. Her existence is like a melodious poem, which is fascinating and makes people indulge in her unique temperament.

"Thump-thump-thump-"

Lu Qian felt that his heartbeat was beating at an unprecedented speed, as if it were a frantic little drum trapped in the darkness, eagerly looking for a way out.

He tried to open his mouth, not to speak, but to stop the dancing little drum in his chest from going crazy. He felt that if he continued like this, his heart would jump out of his mouth and fly into outer space, never to come back again.

Although he had lost his memory, he could swear that this was definitely the first time his heart beat so fast.

He hugged Wen Qing tightly and moved his body slowly. It wasn't that he couldn't walk fast, but he deliberately slowed down.

When no one was paying attention, he took a few steps back. After all, he didn't want to send her back so soon.

Wen Qing's head rested gently on her chest, and Lu Qian's broad and warm palm followed her hair with great gentleness. His eyes were full of deep attachment to her, as if at this moment, she only belonged to him, completely to him. He was immersed in the moment of having her, greedily enjoying this unique happiness.

However, good times always pass too quickly, and Lu Qian only felt this deeply at this moment, even though he was already trying to seize every moment. He stared at her lovingly, the emotion and warmth deep within his heart turning into substance, as if he wanted to engrav this moment in his heart forever.

Lu Qian carefully moved towards Wen Qing's big bed, trying to keep his movements gentle so as not to disturb her. He bent down and slowly put her down, trying not to disturb her beautiful dream.

Just when he was about to leave, Wen Qing seemed to feel that this warm body was about to leave. In her sleep, she subconsciously stretched out her arms and hugged his neck tightly.

. This move caused Lu Qian's heartbeat to speed up instantly, missing half a beat. He lowered his head affectionately, close to her face, feeling her breathing, and his heart was filled with a soft feeling.

He stared at her quiet face and hoped to become her support, but all this was just an extravagant wish.

"Sir, let me lead you to the guest room." Aunt Wang's voice sounded politely outside the door. Out of respect for the guests, she did not walk in directly.

The door to the room was ajar, and Lu Qian stared at Wen Qing affectionately, his heart filled with reluctance.

"Okay, right away."

"Brother Runchen, you are finally back, but I - I am not qualified to like you anymore."

Wen Qing murmured to herself in her sleep, and the soft voice floated into Lu Qian's ears. He was so angry that he wanted to press her down on the soft big bed, with little strawberries growing all over his body.

On the French carved bedding in the room, exquisite lace and tulle lace are intertwined, just like a princess's dream, full of romance and fantasy. The entire room shone in the dim light, like a princess room in a dream castle. Everything was given a soul by their owner, Wen Qing, who was like an elf princess who escaped from a fairy tale.

Lu Qian had been looking at the sleeping Wen Qing affectionately. His heart was like a melody played by strings, both sweet and nervous. He gently held her hand again, as if he were touching the morning dew, and his fingers gently slid across her cheek, like the wind blowing through the petals of a flower. While she wasn't paying attention, he couldn't help but place a gentle kiss on her forehead, then turned around and left reluctantly.

"The guest room is over here, please follow me."

Aunt Wang's voice also broke Lu Qian's dream at the right time. This seemingly endless dream about Wen Qing...