shallow to deep GL

Qianqian, help me take this off.

After speaking, she lowered her head.

Ai Qian responded and walked crookedly to sit behind her, only to see a necklace hanging around her neck.

She found the buckle and pressed it, took it off and put it in her hand, reached out to Qin Zishuang, and handed it to her.

Qin Zishuang didn't take it immediately, but took Ai Qian's hand directly.

The temperature of the two hands is different, Qin Zishuang frowned slightly, and sighed softly: "Hands are so cold."

Ai Qian didn't reply, just opened her hand, poured the necklace in her palm onto her hand, and then withdrew her hand.

Qin Zishuang glanced at the things in his hands, threw them on the table indifferently, rubbed his hair, leaned back with his eyes closed, waved his hands behind him, and spoke weaker.

Qin Zishuang: Go and rest, I'm a little drunk after drinking, so don't worry about me.

Ai Qian sighed, took off her shoes, and ran back to the room immediately.

After the door closed, Ai Qian immediately took off her clothes and put on her pajamas. She felt her heart beating abnormally.

Finished the skirt, put it on the hanger and put it in the hanger, reached out to touch it, pursed her lips and laughed.

After closing the wardrobe, Ai Qian let out a big breath, glanced at the door, walked over again, opened it carefully, and glanced at the sofa.

The ceiling light was still on, and Qin Zishuang had changed from sitting to lying on the sofa. Ai Qian pursed her lips, bit her lower lip and opened the door, but instead of going in her direction, she went to the kitchen.

Qin Zishuang really fell asleep on the sofa. She was a little tired tonight, and she was overwhelmed by all kinds of entertainment, and she had to deal with some unexpected peach blossoms.

She turned over and suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder.

Opening his eyes, he vaguely saw a person in front of him, kneeling on the ground and looking at her with a cup in his hand.

Qin Zishuang squeezed his brows and sat up. Ai Qian followed her figure and looked up, raising the cup as well, holding it up and saying: "Drink some honey water, finish it."

The other party said kindly, took the cup, but really obediently finished the cup and returned it to Ai Qian.

Ai Qian took it with satisfaction, put the quilt on the tea table, hooked Qin Zishuang's wrist, and asked: "Will you help me back to your room to sleep?"

Qin Zishuang took a look at her and hummed.

Ai Qian helped her lie on the bed, squatted down to take off her slippers, helped her up, covered her with the quilt, tucked her in and shook her head: I really don't know what to do when you are alone.

Qin Zishuang looked like he was being served, let out a laugh from his nasal cavity, put his chin into the quilt, and said lightly: "Isn't there you?"

Ai Qian shook her head, checked it, turned off the light, and I'm leaving, good night.

She tiptoed out, and the moment the door closed with a click, Qin Zishuang turned on the light again.

In fact, she wasn't that drunk, she was just a little confused, but she didn't expect Ai Qian to really take care of her.

Shaking her head, she lifted the quilt and stood up again, walking towards the bathroom.

Chapter 13 make up

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Ai Qian has been living in this house for almost two months, and the time for the college entrance examination is getting closer.

She knew that Qin Zishuang had a very beautiful private residence in City A, but recently Qin Zishuang had been going home every day, sometimes even in the early morning, she could vaguely hear her coming back, and then left earlier in the morning than her.

Ai Qian's insomnia and dreaminess have also improved a lot, but she sleeps lightly and is easily disturbed, so she knows Qin Zishuang's every move at home.

Ever since Qin Zishuang gave her a dress last time, the two of them haven't spoken much. Firstly, Qin Zishuang is busy, and secondly, Ai Qian is also preparing for the next quality inspection.

The lives of the two people became such a subtle meeting at night, and parted ways the next day.

Ai Qian bit her chopsticks and raised her eyebrows. There was nothing wrong with that. Mother's original intention was that this place is quiet and suitable for studying, otherwise she wouldn't bother coming here no matter what.

She stirred the noodles in the pot, and scooped them up when she saw that they were almost cooked.

The house was very quiet, so it seemed that the noise from the kitchen was a bit loud. Ai Qian's cooking skills were mediocre, and she could barely make do with it. Occasionally, she went to the cafeteria late after class, and there was not much food left, so she would come home and cook some.

After finishing, she brought the bowls and chopsticks to the dining table, and was about to take a seat when she suddenly heard a voice from the entrance.

Ai Qian picked up the chopsticks and looked at it for a while, and sure enough, she saw the door was opened, and she subconsciously walked over.

Qin Ziyi first appeared in sight, followed by Feng Yu, and finally Qin Zishuang.

Ai Qian was stunned, seeing how they were changing their shoes, she came forward to greet them.

Aunt Ziyi, mother, sister Zishuang.

Feng Yu smiled after hearing this, handed over a large bag of things in his hand, and said: It's impolite to shout seniority in a mess.

Ai Qian suddenly realized, but Feng Yu stuck out the bag in his hand and said again: Aunt Zishuang.

She saw Qin Zishuang listening behind and bowed his head and smiled.

Ai Qian opened the bag and saw that it was full of food for cooking. She looked up at them suspiciously.