Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

The question that Qinghe just raised obviously did not attract too much attention from Harry, and he just answered it flatly.

When he said this, his tone was terribly calm, and Qinghe couldn't see any emotion that could be called ashamed from his blue eyes.

On the contrary, he is very magnanimous, there is no impurity in those blue eyes, and the white light above the pupil is so obvious, the two are very close, and Qinghe sees his own figure in his eyes.

But it's worth mentioning that, after staring at the girl for a while, Harry's eyes were shining brightly, and he obviously wanted to move away, but he lowered his eyes and looked down.He saw something, and when the other party didn't notice it, he looked away again, as quickly as if his hand touched a glass filled with boiling water and subconsciously bounced off, and then pursed his lips uncomfortably.

To be honest, having both hands on the wall at the same time was really tiring for Qinghe, she took a breath and at the same time withdrew one hand to rub her hair.

"Do you/touch/or/don't/touch?" Maybe the girl's silence was too long, and Harry's deep eyes flowed back to her face.

After hearing this, Qinghe became even more frantic.

What is "you/touch/or/not/touch"?

It's clear that I'm the one being taken advantage of, so why can I speak so confidently?It's as if she's the one to be touched...

"I touch!" Qing He gritted her teeth, but by the time she came back to her senses, it was too late, she—really, was completely led by Harry Osborn!

"Then what are you waiting for?" Harry leaned against the wall.

Seeing that Qinghe didn't move for a long time, he burst out laughing, "You don't dare, do you?"

"It wasn't the same when you asked /kissed," Harry continued. "And you looked dangerous, too."

Harry's short sentence caused those shameful memories to rush into the girl's mind like a tide again, and she said stiffly, "I don't have any."

"A bad guy like you, what if I get fooled?" Qinghe said, the light projected from her black jade-like eyes also kept moving on Harry's face, "What if?" -You guys really can’t touch your Adam’s apple casually? Am I——Aren’t I going to be responsible for you?”

"Hey——" Qinghe remembered his last sentence again, "Are you complimenting my good looks?" She smiled slyly.

Harry looked away the moment he saw the bright smile.

His eyes came to his senses when he touched the blank photo frame on the counter, "I didn't say that, don't be sentimental."

The other party's gaze was a little too hot, which made Harry feel uncomfortable.

He changed the subject, "Compared to this—" the man thought of something, and teased, "Why don't you tidy up your clothes?"

Qinghe looked puzzled, dress, what dress?Isn't she dressed normally today?

"Your clothes are a bit loose." His smile subsided, and he lowered his eyes again, but his eyes only stayed on the top of Qinghe's head.Harry reached out his hands and lifted the fabric up the girl's shoulders at the same time.

When Qinghe realized it, she quickly covered her //chest//mouth, Harry was not surprised by her reaction.But the girl's eyes fell on his face with warmth, which doubled the uneasiness that he had hidden so well.

"Hey, let me say..." Qinghe observed him for a few minutes, "You didn't see anything, did you?"

The expression on Harry's face was faint, "So what if you see it, you don't have much to see."

There was no sneer in his tone, it seemed that he was really stating the truth.

But this sentence still makes Qinghe very upset!It's not that she is against A—and even if she is against A, she can't be said that!

If it had been someone else than Harry Osborn, she would have wrung his head off.

Forbearance a moment, calm, take a step back, a brighter future.

"You really don't want to touch?" Harry asked immediately, his eyes glanced at the girl with scrutiny, "I'll rest if I don't have anything to do."

"Aren't you expecting me to //touch/?"

"No." Harry began to unbutton it, "I just want to know which bastard lied to you with such words before."

Qinghe felt embarrassed by Harry's words, but she just wanted to tease him.

The girl withdrew her other arm, which had been lying across the wall, and it was numb now.At the same time, she observed Harry again, and saw that there was a faint cyan under his eyes, it was really time for him to rest——

For some reason, Qinghe didn't really want to leave right away, she just took a few symbolic steps towards the door, but her gaze stayed on Harry's face, like a train trapped by a snowstorm.

It was the first time she thought anyone could look so good-looking with bags under their eyes, and it made Harry look vulnerable—a word she knew was inappropriate to describe a man, but Harry's features were like glass in her eyes, Fragile but shiny.

Of course, he himself is quite different...

"Then, good night?" Qing He realized later, did he stare at him for too long?

"Good night." While speaking, Harry opened the closet door with one hand, took off his shirt, and stopped Qinghe when he remembered something.

"Will you go to the cemetery with me tomorrow?"

Qinghe turned her head, and although most of Harry's body was blocked by the open wardrobe door, she could still see a corner of Harry's clean shoulders.

She felt that it was not good to stare at people like this, so she hummed and hurried away.

...he didn't remember that his bag was left in Harry's room.

She didn't remember until Qinghe had finished washing and was lying on the /bed/ in the guest room.

What is this...?

Qingping is lying on the big /bed/, and her posture is always very honest before falling asleep.Her eyes were looking at the ceiling, and the eyes that were always shining were also dimmed at this moment because of the complicated mood.

Although Harry Osborn looked arrogant and felt bad when getting along with him, he seemed to be pretty good...not only helped pay the rent, but also directly took her homeless.She lives here today, and she has all the daily necessities ready, and she has everything she wants.

If it was put in a TV series, it would be a proper diamond king.

Sick people should go to bed early!So, Harry must be asleep by now...

Thinking of this, Qinghe suddenly felt guilty.

Of course, she shouldn't disturb people's dreams late at night. What was left behind was just a bag, and there was nothing worth noting in it—but, there was an adult//person//used// product in it.

It was when she was out shopping with her colleagues who worked in the theater, and the colleagues bought it by the way.Originally, the colleague wanted to use it for himself, but the other party immediately found a boyfriend.

After fumbling around, the thing fell into Qing He's hands before it was unpacked.

Of course, Qinghe herself doesn't know much about this matter. Simply put, this sudden situation was woven by the world consciousness for her, because this thing happened before she passed through.

But it doesn't matter now—

Importantly, Qinghe wasn't sure if Harry would open that bag.

If Master Osborne had really opened the bag, she would have died socially in front of him.Adult products or something, just thinking about it makes me feel embarrassed to pick out a sea view room.

If this is really your own, forget it!The point is...it wasn't my own in the first place!And she's not interested in that either! !

She originally wanted to find a time to throw it away, but she would forget every time.

Thinking about it, Qinghe felt very irritable, she pulled a pillow to cover her head.

On the bright side, though, even if Harry opened her bag, he probably wouldn't be able to find it.After all, the outer box was opened.

Before this idea completely occupied her brain, the villain in her mind laughed at her severely: "Are you kidding me, do you think Harry Osborn is the kind of kid who doesn't know anything? !"

Qinghe felt his stomach agitated and tensed up.

It would have been best if Harry hadn't opened her bag, but man, he was always nervous about such embarrassing things, too nervous to think about the positive situation.

No!

"I have to go and get it back..." Qing He decided to do it once and for all, and after she got the bag back, she immediately threw that thing away!

Anyway, no matter what, she must not be discovered by Harry, otherwise she would—ah, she couldn't even imagine how she could survive under Harry's subtle eyes.

Courage slips away if not caught in time.

Qinghe knew this well, so she got out of bed immediately.

She walked on catwalks and tiptoed to the door of Harry's bedroom. She raised her fist in mid-air to knock on the door, but realized that she was unnecessary and took it back angrily.

Obviously there was no one else in the villa tonight except the two of them, but Qinghe still felt nervous and guilty, and kept turning his head to look at the long dark corridor.

But at best, this move will only increase the burden on my heart.

She was also quite afraid that something would suddenly jump out of the dark shadows deep in the corridor like in the movie.

Qinghe took a deep breath, and gently pushed open his bedroom door little by little.

Even if the girl's strength is very small, in the silent night, even the slightest sound will be infinitely amplified in the lonely air.

"squeak--"

The sound of the door being opened made the black-haired girl hold her breath.

Harry's room was pitch black, and Qinghe covered the door when she walked in. She first stood by the door and observed the room quietly. From her perspective, she could only see the raised curve of the quilt on the bed.

Unexpectedly, Harry is like a child, sleeping in a quilt.

After waiting for a few minutes, she found that the other party hadn't turned over. She tentatively asked, "Harry...?"

The other party did not answer.

Only then did Qinghe feel relieved a little, and while muttering in his heart that he would leave after getting the bag, he tiptoed closer.

Hmm... She remembered that when she was trying to trick Harry, she put the bag beside his bed and covered it with a quilt.

But since Harry is going to sleep, it is impossible to put the bag on his /bed/, right?No matter what, I will take it away, so maybe it is the bedside table?

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