Become the favorite of the sickly lady

Lin Qian was overwhelmed by thoughts about her shamelessness, selfishness, and despair, and it took her a long time to faintly hear her young lady's answer.

"Qian'er, why do you think I will get married?"

Isn't this a matter of course?

Why did the lady ask her like that?

Lin Qian blinked, her breathing became slightly heavier, and an uncontrollable desire came out of her heart:

"But the men she is looking for are not..."

Her hairstyle was messy, her clothes were half exposed, and she was completely different from her usual beauty. There was still water in Fang Fei's beautiful eyes, but they were slightly bent.

She took the initiative to move forward, and stretched out her hand to smooth the broken hair around Lin Qian's ear.

"Mother really meant that.

But I never responded positively to her. "

"Miss, you..."

Won't you get married?

It was obviously his own begging, but the last few words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

Lin Qian could only look at her young lady eagerly, her eyes were extremely pitiful.

Fang Fei lovingly pinched the soft earlobe with her fingers, feeling Lin Qian's movement of leaning over to make it more comfortable to pinch, the smile in her eyes grew stronger.

"Qianer~"

"Uh-huh."

"I……"

Facing Lin Qian's almost shining eyes, Fang Fei hesitated to speak.

"Miss, can you just finish talking once?

If she didn't finish speaking, Qian'er's heart would not obey orders.

If you don’t believe me, touch it~"

Normally, Lin Qian might still be patient, but this topic was too important at this moment, and she wished she could get into her lady's belly and see what she was thinking.

At this moment, seeing the young lady who finally started talking but didn't say anything, Lin Qian grabbed her own lady's hand and put it on her chest, anxious and wronged.

Although my heart is becoming more and more certain about a certain answer, as long as my young lady doesn't say it, my heart can't be at ease, so that the heartbeat at this moment is more exaggerated than ever.

"Miss~"

Calling in a lingering and drawn-out tone, Lin Qian did not relax at all while holding her young lady's hand.

"Qian'er..."

Feeling the intense heartbeat, Fang Fei bit her lip lightly. Seeing her start, Lin Qian's eyes lit up instantly.

The held fingers curled up slightly, feeling the soft and warm touch, and the breathing began to become a little urgent.

"Since I'm with you, how can I be with someone else again."

Fang Fei's eyelids trembled slightly, and finally closed uncontrollably, redness spread from her face to her exposed skin.

The traces of being kissed by Lin Qian became more and more vivid on the crimson skin, and now it looked gorgeous and beautiful.

"Miss~"

Lin Qian's throat surged silently, her voice was hoarse.

Fang Fei who had closed her eyes shyly opened them a little bit, and what she saw was Lin Qian's appearance, her eyes widened instantly, showing nervousness:

"Qian'er, don't ask for it~"

Lin Qian's hand, which was originally soft, began to tighten, and her voice was shy and anxious.

It's rare that the lady who spoke sweet eyes and sweet words looked like this again, she was clearly showing her appearance to be bullied.

Lin Qian's heart was swollen, and countless thoughts flashed through her in an instant, but in the end those thoughts were suppressed again.

She chuckled and pulled her young lady into her arms, feeling the slightly stiff body, lowered her head and kissed her forehead lightly:

"Miss, what do you want?"

Lin Qian looked at Fang Fei who was shy, embarrassed and guarded but unable to speak. She rested her chin directly on her young lady's warm and tactile shoulder, half-closed her eyes, with a lightness of infinite satisfaction murmur:

"Qian'er doesn't do anything, just wants to hug Miss."

Yes, just hugs.

Sure enough, the lethality of the sweet words of those who don't usually talk sweet words began to double.

All those evils, fires, and anxieties dissipated in the sweet words of the young lady. At this moment, the only thing that fills my heart is satisfaction and sweetness.

Miss.

Miss her!

Miss her alone! !

The author has something to say: Sure enough, the rhythm that can't be abused, silently covering his face.