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

By the time little Harry came out of the bathroom, Qinghe had already lay down.

She was sleeping on the side by the window, with her back facing him, the quilt almost covered her head, she was motionless, and she didn't know if she was asleep.

Little Harry silently stared at the raised quilt for a long time, and finally judged a fact from the quilt that was slightly undulating regularly due to the other party's even breathing——

she fell asleep.

But in the next second, his mood became anxious for no reason.

This guy is asleep, so what should he do?

If it weren't for the way he looks like he can't go back to Oscorp at all, he... he wouldn't be here!

hateful.

When he didn't have to face Qinghe, all the expressions on his face that pretended to be immature retreated, leaving only a complicated expression.

No...he won't sleep with her today, will he?

Seriously, what a joke.

...he doesn't want it.

He looked left and right, but he didn't even find a camp bed or hanging chair.

He knew that Qinghe, a poor man, had no money to live in a house as big as his.Harry didn't know what he was thinking of, and turned his head to look at the mirror on the dressing table.

Because Qinghe didn't turn off the lights, the immature face of the blond boy was clearly reflected in the mirror.

Harry stared at his own face and suddenly froze, a very strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Because he didn't look at his face seriously when he was really at this age.

Harry thought again of the dusty photographs hidden under the bed in his bedroom at his villa.In those pictures, he didn't seem to smile from the bottom of his heart even once.

It's not a frivolous smile, nor a sneer, nor an official and alienated smile, but... like an ordinary student, having a sincere friend, and then sharing happiness together, so I laughed happily.

So, he stared at the round makeup mirror, the corners of his mouth slowly raised slightly.He also thought that his eyes should also move, otherwise the smile would look fake.

So he bent his eyes again, but he did it several times in a row, but it was very hard to say.

This smile didn't look happy at all, but rather a wry smile that was threatened.

It is also like a wooden doll with a soulless smile drawn by a black pen.

Harry, who had turned into a child, finally gave up. With a cold snort, he looked away and stopped looking at himself in the mirror.But that was not enough, he stepped forward, stretched his arms and turned the mirror on the dressing table upside down.

Turning the vanity mirror upside down, he realized what ridiculous thing he was doing right now.

... Could it be that even IQ will drop after becoming a child?Will you do something that you have never done before?

His pretty brows furrowed.

Then he thought of more important things!

The heat on little Harry's face suddenly increased, he quickly turned his head to look at the bed, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Qinghe was still maintaining his original posture.

Luckily the guy didn't find anything...

This kind of behavior is simply too stupid.

The little boy paced back and forth in this bedroom for a long time. He occasionally stopped and glanced at someone who had already fallen asleep with a speechless face, as if he was hesitating whether he should wake her up or not, and asked her whether he was asleep or not. where.

It may be that God heard his wish, just like that, Qinghe woke up suddenly, she opened her eyes, and the first thing in her vision was the hanging curtain.

Her dreams are different from ordinary people's. What she always dreams about is what happened in the past. Revisiting her personal experience, these bizarre dreams always make her frown in her dreams.

And this time, she dreamed of... Harry Osborn.

The dream this time is different from the ones I have had before, this is... This is something I have never experienced before.

The scene in the dream is that Harry in a suit and tie is having dinner with her in his villa, and the drink with the meal is a cocktail.

I don't know if Harry did it on purpose, but the drink he offered was exactly the same as the one she drank at that damn reception in terms of taste and color!

How could he make such a thing specially?

Qinghe was embarrassed to think about it any further.

Forget it, Harry in the dream said "I will definitely punish you well" such tiger-wolf words!

Qinghe couldn't help wondering what had happened to him recently.

She thought of something, stretched her hand to the side, touched the bed sheet next to her, and found that there was no temperature at all, and she didn't touch the expected person.

Qinghe:?

She was puzzled, turned over, and her heart beat faster when she saw the little blond boy standing quietly in the room.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a heart-wrenching feeling, it's simply a feeling that it's scary to be alone in the middle of the night without saying a word and keeping a motionless posture like a stone sculpture.

So magical.

She said, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Qinghe said, he turned on his phone and looked at the time, good guy, it's already one o'clock!

"Are you a night owl? If you don't sleep, you won't grow taller." Qinghe's tone was that of coaxing a child.

It was rare for little Harry not to be entangled in her words, but just said, "Where do I sleep?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Qinghe seemed to have heard something terrible, and his sleepy-eyed appearance suddenly regained some energy.

Is this kid... too reserved?

please!How old is he?Let's sleep this once to make do with it!

She patted the seat next to her.

"Sleep next to me, or on the floor, choose one."

The little boy's eyes flicked away, and he didn't know if it was embarrassment or other reasons.

"Do I have any other options?"

"For example... I sleep on the bed, you sleep on the floor."

He looked at Qinghe again and narrowed his eyes.

But this kind of beating request is very suitable for the person she just dreamed about.

Qinghe felt that he had really seen a ghost.

"You do have other options." The girl smiled slightly, looking easy to speak, "You can choose to make do at the police station for the night."

Harry finally resigned to his fate this time, and he climbed onto Qinghe's bed reluctantly.

When he was lying down, little Harry was very uncomfortable, because all he could smell was the faint scent of that person.

Damn, are all girls' beds so fragrant?

He thinks this smell is a bit like rose, but it neutralizes other smells, making it very unique.

The body of a child, the soul of an adult, this is simply too difficult.

Lying on the same bed with Qinghe, Harry's mind was in a mess.

No - it was clear at first.It's just that he didn't expect that the first close contact he hadn't seen for so long was actually like this...

I have become a child...

Hehe, the plot that would have blushed and heartbeat ended in this way because the body became smaller.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable everywhere, and he couldn't lie down on the bed.

So he reached out and tugged at the collar of his new pajamas.

Qinghe, who had been silent on the side, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his little hand.

"Don't move around, go to sleep."

But the child suddenly moaned and said, "This dress is not made of silk...I am not used to it."

Qinghe was about to be laughed out of anger, are all children like this now?

She should have been angry, but the guy next to her sounded cute.

"Please let me go! I have never bought clothes for others in my life." Qinghe sighed after finishing speaking.

But the blond boy's blue eyes flickered slightly, and he asked cautiously, "Really?"

"real."

This answer made him happy, and he didn't bother with pajama fabrics for a while.

After a while, the ADHD setting of him writhing on the bed really made Qinghe unbearable.

With a big wave of her hand, she pinned the little kid firmly on the bed.

"Little ancestor, can you stop moving? I have to go to class tomorrow. Do you know if you fail a subject and have to retake it?"

Qing He's patience was almost exhausted, and she felt that it was not easy for her to persist in front of this little kid for so long.

Children are the most troublesome creatures in this world!

Because of Qinghe's action, the two of them were suddenly very close, and Qinghe's rapid breathing hit Harry's face.

Little Harry frowned, and quickly looked away.

"……understood."

No, he doesn't know why he is like this!Perhaps this is one of the complications of becoming a child!

But in the next second, he muttered again, "It's a big deal, I'll rebuild it with you."

His words were very soft, probably Qinghe didn't hear him.

The two distanced themselves again, obviously they were lying on the same bed, but suddenly they felt that they were far away from each other.

After a long while, little Harry still hadn't fallen asleep. He heard Qinghe say, "Are you unable to fall asleep? Do you want me to tell you a story?"

He felt that Qinghe was really boring, and he had to tell stories at this time, obviously he was not a real kid...he was an adult version of Harry Osborn.

But he still hummed.

Then Qinghe cleared his throat, "A long time ago, above the high city—"

[Stands the statue of the Happy Prince. ] Harry added silently in his heart.

sky!He was familiar with the story.

And Harry didn't like the story of "The Happy Prince".

What a fool this handsome prince is...

But what Qing He said was different from what he expected.

"In a large, secluded villa, there lived a handsome prince," she said. "He shone like a star in the sky."

"But he didn't have a single friend. His mother died of illness when he was a child, and his father didn't care about him and didn't want to see him. He went to boarding school when he was very young."

"By the time he's grown up, he's learned to mask his need to be loved with indifference."

The little blond boy's sleeping posture was much more honest, he knew that Qinghe was talking about himself.

"And then?" he asked knowingly.

"I believe he can save himself." Qing He said seriously, and then suddenly stretched out his hands to cover the little boy's eyes, and Harry's vision fell into darkness.

Harry:?

As a result, in the next second, he suddenly felt his eyelashes being pulled lightly, which was quite comfortable. This strange touch made him move his eyes.

Qinghe played a few more times, let go of him, and quickly turned off the light.

Touching eyelashes is actually really fun.

When she was still a "normal person", she would occasionally tease her young cousin like this.

But that doesn't mean...

This does not mean that Qinghe is willing to wake up and see Harry Osborn sleeping next to him!

God!

People are on the rooftop.

Qinghe felt in his heart that maybe his way of opening up was wrong.