Become the favorite of the sickly lady

This embrace was too gentle, and Fang Fei, who was a little vigilant, finally relaxed, and after a little hesitation, her hands were wrapped around her waist.

"Qianer~"

In a soft murmur, Fang Fei leaned her head almost softly against Lin Qian's chest.

Compared with the slightly beautiful and beautiful atmosphere before, there is only a little warmth left at this moment, but it is also addictive.

Inexplicably, there is an urge to wish that time will not pass by.

"Fair, come out."

Slightly raised with the usual kindness, but the voice of the two hugging enough to hear came from the cubicle.

Obviously, they had always had the awareness that there was someone in the cubicle, but at this moment when they heard Mrs. Fang's voice, a look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of both of them. After a few seconds, they realized that one raised his head and the other lowered his head.

"Miss."

"Qian'er."

The words sounded in unison, and the two people who looked at each other couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Qian'er, mother called me."

"Miss, madam is calling you."

Speaking in unison again, Lin Qian saw her young lady bit her lips lightly, covered her lips with a smile, and blinked to signal the young lady to speak first.

"...Qian'er, I'll go then."

Fang Fei was silent for a while, raised her hand slightly, then slowly retracted it, and spoke softly.

Lin Qian was quiet for a while. Seeing that her young lady seemed a little shy again, she smiled and put down her hand covering her lips, and took a step forward, carefully arranging the young lady's clothes.

"Miss, Qian'er will arrange your clothes for you."

"Ah."

When they were kissing before, Lin Qian almost lost her mind because of the scene in front of her, but it was like an instinct carved into her body, but she couldn't bear to embarrass her own lady. hidden.

Just take care of your hair.The young lady is pure and pure again, a gentle and unparalleled existence!

"Qian'er, you..."

Seriously, Lin Qian raised her head subconsciously, and saw that the eyes of the young lady who was obediently letting her clean up were full of hesitation, as if she had a lot to say, and she was just waiting for her to ask.

"What's wrong, miss?"

Lin Qian paused for a moment with her finger movements, and met Fang Fei's gaze when she opened her mouth in a good mood.

"Mother told me to go over, maybe... why do you..."

Fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of the clothes lightly, Fang Fei became more and more ashamed, her words stammered and reserved.

But Lin Qian understood everything.

In the past, if those men were still there, my mother would definitely introduce those men.

Why is Qian'er not worried at all?

worried?

Or jealousy?

Why not.

But the lady said enough sweet words to tell her her heart.

Those uneasiness and restlessness were well appeased.

The light seemed to be dimmer than before. Lin Qian looked at her young lady with restraint, and felt that she was shining brighter and more lovable.

Lin Qian restrained the urge to kiss, and as expected, straightened Fang Fei's bun neatly, inserted the hairpin, took two steps back, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

"Miss, it's packed now."

"But……"

It's strange that once Lin Qian was straightforward, Fang Fei seemed to be slow.

There is really no way to take Miss.

With a bit of helplessness, Lin Qian's heart was soft and sweet, she leaned forward a little, and kissed the black eyes that had been looking at her, quickly and lightly:

"Miss has told Qian'er what she wants, and Qian'er believes in Miss."

That voice was soft, light and delicate, it was like sprinkling sugar on the tip of a person's heart.

Fang Fei's white complexion was tinged with a blush, her long and narrow eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth were strained, but still slightly hooked.

"……Um."

"Phil?"

The voice of Madam Fang who belonged to the compartment sounded again, with slight doubts.

The two suddenly found that they fell into each other's sweetness without knowing it.

"Qian'er, I'm leaving."

This time, Fang Fei lightly tapped Lin Qian's red lips, but turned around while speaking.

Apparently, she was afraid of what Lin Qian would say, so the time dragged on unknowingly.

"Yes, ma'am."

Lin Qian looked at her young lady who was walking slowly, gently licking, licking, the lips that were tapped.

As the lady's figure gradually disappeared, Lin Qian turned her head, estimated the direction she had seen before, found the small brick, pulled it out, adjusted her posture, and peeked through the small hole to see the scenery across the wall.

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