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Song Qiulin conveniently took the schoolbag that Wen Yu had placed on the ground, and ran with a smile on his face.

She specially asked someone to find an inconspicuous but good observation position for her.

It was rare for Wen Yu to lose interest in eating, so he took out his mask and covered his palm-sized face, his almond eyes turned around, he looked at the door, and then at the seat diagonally in front of him.

"Aren't those two just now? Why do I look so similar."

Song Qiulin pointed on the menu, ordered five servings of staple food according to Wen Yu's taste that he knew, and picked up a few frequently eaten snacks.

"Come back to your senses." She pointed her fingers at the table.

Wen Yu turned back to look at her.

"Let's eat first, I can see more clearly here, and I will call you when we arrive."

Wen Yu nodded, raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was 10:[-], only [-] minutes.

With his hands under the table, he secretly sent a message to Li Yanran to locate him, asking her to pick him up before six o'clock.

It was the first time for her to do this kind of job of catching rape, she was not very proficient, she ate the whole meal with trepidation, the sauce was spilled all over the table, she didn't know that she was the one who was going to be caught.

When Wen Yu ate the third steak, Wen Ziyang finally showed up willingly.

"Here we come!" Wen Yu didn't forget to stuff a mouthful of meat while marking people, and stared viciously at the two figures getting out of the car.

She watched Song Zhou, who was wearing a camel coat, get out of the car, and then walked around to the driver's side to open the door for Wen Ziyang. He lowered his body, and the two of them were talking in a low voice, and they looked quite intimate.

At the same time, Wen Yu's phone on the table began to vibrate.

It was the alarm clock she set herself. It was five fifty-five, and it was six o'clock soon.

"What?" Song Qiulin asked.

"No." She shook her head, stared at the two people who had already sat in their seats at this time, and then quickly turned her head to look out the window. After confirming that Li Yanran's car had arrived, she felt a little relieved.

In Song Qiulin's eyes, Wen Yu's restlessness was very obvious, so reflexively, she also looked out the window sensitively, and after seeing the familiar license plate number, she felt confident.

"Song Qiulin, we are friends, right." Before Song Qiulin could answer, Wen Yu went on to say, "I remembered that I had something to do suddenly and I had to go home, can you help me keep an eye on them here, if there is anything Tell me about the situation tomorrow."

Wen Yu spoke very fast, she hurriedly packed her schoolbag and stood up, and finally confirmed to her, "You will help me, right?"

Song Qiulin didn't respond, but followed her closely, grabbing her wrist before Wen Yu rushed down the steps.

"The urgent matter you're talking about is with her?" Her eyes were serious.

Wen Yu knew that the "she" Song Qiulin was referring to was Li Yanran.

She pulled her arms back and retracted, "Let go of me first, I'm really in a hurry!"

Her fair and tender face was flushed, and her breathing became short of breath. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect. She always felt that this was a sign of exchanging bodies with the cat, and she was even more anxious now.

"It's almost six o'clock! Let me go!"

Her voice was very loud, and she seemed very abrupt in the western restaurant with a harmonious atmosphere. People around cast curious glances at the two of them. Li Yanran, who was in the distance, saw that it was too late for Wen Yu to get in the car, so she also got down and walked this way.

"What's the matter?" Song Qiulin said indifferently, "If you really treat me as your friend as you said, there is nothing to hide."

"I..." Can I fucking tell you that I turn into a cat and get rua in your arms every night!

"Wen Yu." She pulled someone towards her, lowering her eyes with a look of scrutiny, "Tell me."

"Don't get so close."

As soon as Song Qiulin approached, the perfume smell that Wen Yu had been avoiding emerged again, a strong musk-like smell.

"Your face is very red, and you feel uncomfortable?" Song Qiulin reached out to lift her chin, and turned her face up so that he could observe it closely.

The girl's upturned face is like a ripe peach, her beautiful almond eyes seem to be covered with a layer of water mist, her well-shaped lips are lightly parted, exhaling hot air gently, maybe she is not conscious at all, her expression at this time has something More people commit/crime.

Song Qiulin's eyes sank, and he withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.

Wen Yu's body became hot, his breathing became rough, and the cheeks touched by Song Qiulin became numb as if an electric current was running wildly.

"Hello, do you need my help?" A waiter approached them proactively.

Her vision quickly became hazy, and the feeling of weakness in her hands and feet hit her whole body, and her muscles lost their strength and could not support her. Wen Yu thought that she was about to change again, so she hurriedly took out her mobile phone and went to the compartment of Song Qiulin's schoolbag After stuffing it in, he pushed Song Qiulin away with great effort, and staggered towards the bathroom of the restaurant.

The toilet was cleaned up very clean, only a faint smell of detergent, Wen Yu slumped down against the wall, holding on to the neckline tightly with his hands, tearing off his clothes so that he could breathe more air .

But the cold air was swallowed mouth by mouth, but the hotness embedded in the soul could not be driven away.

Song Qiulin and the waiter who came to inquire about the situation briefly explained the situation, and then refused her kind help. When they rushed to the toilet, they saw Wen Yu squatting on the ground decadently, with his head drooping, as if he had turned into a puddle of water. The soft hair hangs down, revealing two red-hot ear tips.

Anyway, after going through it a few times, Song Qiulin can already see what's going on from her superficial symptoms.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

She walked over and held Wen Yu's hand, but she didn't expect that the other party was like a creeper growing wantonly on the wall. He took her arm and touched it up, and then his whole body stuck to it.

The hot little one nestled in his arms, trembling slightly.

Wen Yu looked like a big eater, but he didn't actually have a lot of meat on his body. Song Qiulin put his arms around her waist, leaned back, and gave her a little distance so that she could see the expression on Wen Yu's face.

"I'm not going to the hospital." Wen Yu's voice sounded like she was being coquettish, she raised her eyes to look at Song Qiulin with a fragile look, "You hug me... just hug me, it's the same as during the day."

Song Qiulin took a tight breath, the light in his eyes dimmed, and when he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was unbearably hoarse, "Hey, let go first."

This place can be regarded as a public place, and anyone who comes in casually later will think about it when they see this scene.

"Sister Qiulin...help me." Wen Yu's voice sounded a little crying, his eyelashes were half drooping from the moisture, and his brows were furrowed in a very uncomfortable look.

Song Qiulin took a deep breath, opened a door with her arms around her and pressed directly against the partition panel. She happened to be standing under the lamp, with a gloomy expression on her face.

"Wen Yu, do you know what you are doing?"

Wen Yu's cheeks were flushed abnormally, and his eyes were misty, "You said you have to be a good person, didn't you say that you would help me with anything as long as I called my sister."

Song Qiulin's voice was very deep, looking at her with bottomless eyes, but his tone suddenly softened, as if comforting a restless pet, with a hint of coaxing, "Okay, tell me, what do you want. "

"hug me……"

Song Qiulin's arms around the person slowly tightened until the person's scalding body temperature could be transmitted through the clothes that separated him. In the confined space, the originally elusive musky scent on the tip of Wen Yu's nose became thicker and thicker. Circle around, lingering around her, unwilling to disperse no matter what.

The drumbeat beating her heart became fast and heavy, she opened her mouth, "Come closer."

Song Qiulin held her face in his hands, and slowly approached her, until the tip of her nose could touch the tip of her nose before slamming on the brakes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Enough?"

Wen Yu shook his head, a little broken, his voice was trembling when he spoke, "Not enough, not enough, I still feel so uncomfortable..."

Her body was so hot that even her fingertips were pink, she stretched out her hand, roughly pulled open the neckline to ask for more fresh air, then put her head on the tiptoe, put her head on the side of Song Qiulin's neck, and buried her face in, "Hello, sister!" fragrant……"

Song Qiulin couldn't stand such teasing, but the remaining rationality told her that she couldn't take advantage of the unconscious girl at this moment.

At first, Wen Yu just touched her earlobe lightly with his lips, and then he even used his upper teeth without knowing the severity.

Song Qiulin choked for breath, pinched Wen Yu's waist and pushed her away. When she entangled her again, he grabbed both of her wrists and held her above her head against the door.

"Liar..." Wen Yu's hair stuck to the side of her face, she could only shake her head to barely reveal her red eyes, "You said you would help me."

Facing the girl's grievance and accusation, Song Qiulin felt helpless.

Raising his hand, he brushed away the hair that blocked her view with his slender fingers. Song Qiulin closed his eyes, and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead.

The latter's restless and twisting body immediately seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and there was no movement in an instant.

Song Qiulin held the back of her head with his palm, and stroked her head patiently, "Be good, don't make trouble for now."

Maybe it was because there was still some cat instinct left in her body, she couldn't resist Song Qiulin's gentle orders.

"it is good……"

Wen Yu's chin rested on her shoulder, and the tip of his nose could still smell the familiar aroma of shampoo, which was lightly mixed with the smell of mint, which allowed him to slightly suppress the feeling that Wen Yu had nowhere to hide from. Musk, to bring her back some sobriety.

"Is it better?"

After an unknown amount of time, she felt that the body in her arms was not so hot. Song Qiulin tried the temperature of her neck with the palm of his hand, and it did drop a little.

Wen Yu breathed slowly, reducing the pressure in her chest, then she covered her forehead as if remembering something, "You..."

kiss Me?

It's okay to be slapped and kissed when she was a cat, but she's a human now!Is that something that can be spoken casually!

……

"You go out first." Wen Yu squatted down, covering his still warm face.

If she wants to shrink into a ball, it is best to find a hole where she is and go straight in.

"it is good."

"Wait... You know I wasn't very conscious just now, right?"

"I probably know." In a clear situation, apart from acting in front of her parents, even with a knife on Wen Yu's neck, she probably wouldn't call out "Sister Qiulin".

"That's fine, you are not allowed to remember, just pretend it never happened."

Song Qiulin stopped doing it, smiled with his lips curled up, pushed back the long hair draped over his shoulders, exposing one side of his neck and ears, and pointed to Wen Yu's mark, "Why do you want me to pretend that this didn't happen?"

This thing can't be wiped off, and Wen Yu can't even do the most basic elimination of evidence.

"Let's go out together." Song Qiulin stretched out his hand to her, with the palm facing up, and the finger was as white as jade.

Wen Yu pursed his lips, not looking at her.

"Just kidding, since I promised to help you keep a secret and help you cure your illness, I was already prepared to let you take advantage of it. Don't take it to heart, huh?"

These words are not to be beaten, but every sentence is the truth, Wen Yu can't find a point to refute it.

"Then..." The girl bit her lower lip unwillingly, with an expression of being bullied miserably, she said with great reluctance, "Thank you."

"Heh." Song Qiulin chuckled, squatted down, and looked at her, with his palms against her face, and his thumbs on the bloody lips that were bitten.

The fingers of white jade are extremely bright red.

"Don't show such a bad look to others, you know." She spoke so softly that Wen Yu felt that if he didn't catch those words carefully, they would turn into smoke and fly away.

She stared blankly at the ambiguous smile on Song Qiulin's lips, and listened to her finish the second half of the sentence.

"There's no next 'magnanimous' person who can put up with your indulgence."

These words, peeling off the shell, mean "don't be so unsuspectingly close to others."

It's not that there won't be another person like her who can pamper Wen Yu like this, but there can't be.

She doesn't allow it.