shallow to deep GL

Ai Qian suddenly felt something strange in her heart, she changed direction and walked in front of her, instead of sitting with her, she sat down on the carpet and looked up at her.

Qin Zishuang shifted his gaze from the tablet to her face, and said expressionlessly: I'm awake.

Ai Qianen let out a sigh.

Qin Zishuang looked back again.

After a while, she felt a little strange, and looked down at Ai Qian again, only to see Ai Qian's gaze fell on the cigarette in her hand.

Qin Zishuang was a little puzzled, shook his hands, and asked: What's wrong?

Ai Qian giggled, picked up the lighter from the table, half-kneeled in front of her, and said obediently: "I'll light it for you."

Qin Zishuang laughed, but still put the cigarette in her mouth. Ai Qian watched as she turned on the lighter, swiped it, and the flame came out from the nozzle. She moved closer, brought the fire source close to the cigarette end, and then saw Qin Zishuang inhaled slowly. One sip, the smoke burns immediately.

She put the lid on the lighter, stepped back a little, and watched Qin Zishuang suck the cigarette in and spit it out again.

Then spit in her face.

Ai Qian didn't have time to react, so she coughed forcefully and fanned herself with her hands.

Qin Zishuang laughed, moved the cigarette away a bit, and asked, "Does it smell good?"

Ai Qian pursed her mouth and shook her head: it smells bad.

Qin Zishuang was helpless: stay away from smokers in the future.

Ai Qian let out an oh to express her agreement, but then said: Stay away from you?

Qin Zi patted her on the head with both hands, talking poorly.

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue, turned her gaze back to the cigarette case on the table, then picked it up, held it up like an offering, and asked weakly in front of Qin Zishuang: Can I take a sip?

Qin Zishuang collected the cigarette case and put it in his pocket, with a disapproving expression on his face, he also took away the lighter in her hand.

Qin Zishuang: Children are not allowed to smoke.

Ai Qian moved forward with her knees and asked: Can I smoke after the age of 20?

20 is old.

Qin Zishuang knew that Ai Qian was mocking their conversation last night.

She had already seen it without acting, but pretended to be stupid and continued: No.

Ai Qian pursed her mouth: Then why do you want to inhale?

Why does she smoke? Why does she drink? Why does she socialize? In this world, you can do it if you don’t want to. Bad habits gradually become habits, and not everyone wants to see them.

Qin Zishuang sighed and touched her bangs: I am different from you.

After she finished speaking, she saw Ai Qian laying on her knees, with her chin across, looking up at her, her eyes full of expectation.

Qin Zishuang was helpless, but he didn't take out the things in his pocket. Instead, he gathered the cigarette in his hand and put it in front of Ai Qian.

Ai Qian was slightly stunned, and immediately understood what she meant. She looked down at the cigarette in front of her, because the cigarette holder was facing her in a different direction, and there were faint traces of her lip gloss on it.

She leaned forward and squeezed it together. Before she could make the next move, Qin Zishuang suddenly bent down. With the hand holding the cigarette, his free thumb hooked her chin, forcing her to look up at her.

She said softly: Don't suck too hard.

Ai Qian took a deep breath knowingly.

Qin Zishuang said again: Inhale into the lungs, then spit out

Kekeke Ai Qian immediately pushed the smoke away, the feeling of inhaling it into the lungs was too uncomfortable.

Qin Zi looked at her with smiles in his eyes, saw that her face was a little red from coughing, and laughed a few times, reached out to snuff out the cigarette in the ashtray, helped her up, and sat on the sofa with her.

Satisfied? Qin Zishuang asked.

Ai Qian finally coughed, felt a little comfortable and said disgustedly: It's too difficult.

Qin Zishuang had no choice but to check the temperature of her hand with the back of his hand. Maybe it was because she had just woken up, so it was still warm, not as cold as before.

She said: You will not have the opportunity to touch these in the future.

Qin Zi's double words certainly didn't make Ai Qian continue this topic. She pursed her lips and stood up, pointing to the kitchen and saying: Egg fried rice?

Qin Zishuang shook his head: I'm going out.

Ai Qian let out a disappointment.

Qin Zishuang also stood up, combed her hair, seemed to suddenly think of something, patted her on the shoulder and said: "I'll report to your mother later, and Teacher Zhao."After she finished speaking, she took two steps and stopped: "Call Zhang Shurong too."

It took Ai Qian a full half an hour to make these three phone calls. Her mother and Mr. Zhao were babbling, and her ears were getting moldy from what she said, but she didn't expect Qin Zishuang to contact them last night.

She sniffed, no matter what, there was still a thousand-word review to be written.

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Qin Zishuang came home again at 8 o'clock in the evening, and Ai Qian was nestling on the sofa watching TV.

Like a child who was caught, she stood up immediately when she saw her coming in, restrained her smile from watching the sketch, and said solemnly: I have finished my homework, the test papers, and the ones assigned by Teacher Zhang. It's over.Speaking of which, she suddenly squatted down and picked up some composition papers on the table: Also, this is my self-criticism.