Qi Yiyan thought to himself that he was afraid that he might not be the heroine of some TV series, so why would he fall on the ground every now and then.

While complaining to himself speechlessly, he apologized: "Are you—"

Qi Yiyan's words suddenly stopped.

The moment he opened his mouth, the familiar smell of perfume came to his nostrils. He couldn't help but subconsciously held his breath and widened his eyes. It was almost impossible to guess whose arms he fell into - such a pleasant and suitable fragrance , and only Jiang Yuanqing was left.

Why is it here again... Qi Yiyan didn't dare to lift his head, his forehead was still on Jiang Yuanqing's chest, his eyes were straightened, trying to pretend to be dead: After throwing himself once yesterday, he threw himself again today, no one would believe it if he said it wasn't intentional !

The barrage of complaints in his mind has been filled by himself - he is using this slightly funny way to distract himself in order to control his emotions a little in front of Jiang Yuanqing.

This method is still very practical. After the barrage of complaints was full, he was not so nervous, and subconsciously sniffed, sniffing the scent of Jiang Yuanqing like a puppy, and suddenly stiffened all over. Hundreds of times stiffer than yesterday.

When he thinks of perfume, he thinks of essential oils, and when he thinks of that box of essential oils, he thinks of the outrageous and distracting dream yesterday.

There was the sticky essential oil poured into the palm of his hand, and Jiang Yuanqing who looked up and smiled at him while licking off the corners of his mouth.

Qi Yiyan: "..."

Young life, kill me.

Qi Yiyan didn't know where to put his hands and feet for a while, and under the stimulation of such unexpected close contact and scent, he could feel that his son was starting to be a little rebellious, but he could barely suppress it.

If he continues to lean in Jiang Yuanqing's arms, his son may go straight into puberty, the kind that can't be pushed back, the kind that is very rebellious and restless.

Thinking of this, Qi Yiyan hurriedly tried to push back, at the same time, Jiang Yuanqing also took back the hands around his waist, and took a step back at the same time.

The moment the two separated, the air-conditioning immediately entered the gap between them, and the unique smell of the air-conditioning swept away the faint scent of perfume on Jiang Yuanqing's body, together with the thoughts in Qi Yiyan's heart.

Qi Yiyan looked up and saw Jiang Yuanqing's expressionless face, and his brain, which was still chaotic just now, suddenly woke up.

That's right, they are now having a cold war—no, Qi Yiyan corrected himself again: they are resuming their original relationship.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Qi Yiyan looked away from Jiang Yuanqing, for some reason, when he saw Jiang Yuanqing's cold face just now, his heart seemed a little uncomfortable, maybe he stayed up too late.

He hurriedly turned his eyes away, trying to ignore the dull pain and longing in his heart, and walked out without squinting Jiang Yuanqing's shoulder: "Thank you, I'll go first."

"Qi Yiyan, wait."

Qi Yiyan just turned around to go to the stairs, but Jiang Yuanqing took the initiative to stop him.

His footsteps stopped, and there was a voice in his head calling him not to turn around and not to answer, but his heart started beating wildly with joy.

Qi Yiyan didn't have much time to struggle, just hearing Jiang Yuanqing call his name, the inexplicable emotions and persistence of the previous few days immediately dissipated, and he no longer remembered his firmness when he said "I don't want to play anymore".

He turned back slowly, but for some unknown reason, he still didn't dare to look up into Jiang Yuanqing's eyes, so he stared at Jiang Yuanqing's shoe tip and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yuanqing didn't speak, Qi Yiyan watched the pair of shoes moving forward step by step, and stood in front of him.

Qi Yiyan blinked, but before he could speak, the end of his eyes was suddenly touched by cool fingers.

He was taken aback and closed his eyes subconsciously. He felt Jiang Yuanqing gently touch his eyelids, then moved his hands down, pressing his thumbs on his cheeks, almost dragging his face up motion, saying, "You don't look right."

Qi Yiyan was touched unexpectedly, and the hairs on his whole body were about to explode.

Jiang Yuanqing touched his ears yesterday, today Jiang Yuanqing touched his face and eyes, and last night Jiang Yuanqing touched his rebellious son in his dream. These intimate contacts filled Qi Yiyan's mind. The amount of information was too much. Qi Yiyan felt that he It's about to explode.

Moreover, the eyes are sensitive and fragile places, and they should never be touched by anyone other than themselves a few times in their life, and suddenly there is an indescribable sense of wonder in their hearts.

He trembled all over, and Jiang Yuanqing's hand had been withdrawn before avoiding it, but the temperature of Jiang Yuanqing's fingers was still on his face.

"No, no..." Qi Yiyan stammered and denied, and now he finally dared to look up at Jiang Yuanqing's face, but stayed where he was the moment they met Jiang Yuanqing's gaze.

Qi Yiyan shook his head, rubbed his eyes again, closed and opened them back and forth, his eyes fell on Jiang Yuanqing's face, and his face was blank and he began to lose his mind.

Jiang Yuanqing looked at Qi Yiyan expressionlessly, looking very indifferent, as if he was a little impatient, and his tone was very flat, with almost no ups and downs, and asked routinely: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Yiyan: "..."

Qi Yiyan raised his eyes stupidly, he was not stabbed by Jiang Yuanqing's indifferent appearance at all, but was just in a daze, not knowing how to react for a while.

His gaze was still fixed on Jiang Yuanqing's face, as if he wanted to study Jiang Yuanqing's expressionless expression thoroughly—from the moment he and Jiang Yuanqing looked at each other just now, a strange picture appeared in his mind.

Originally, it was just a static picture like a photo. As the time his face was blank increased, that picture gradually turned into a moving picture, and then became smoother, just like a movie, but the borders are blurred, a bit like a human being. When remembering, it is much clearer than the picture that appears in the memory.

This movie-like picture suddenly appeared in his mind. The people in it were clearly Jiang Yuanqing and him, and even the scene was exactly the same as now.

It's just that he is still him, but Jiang Yuanqing is completely different from the expressionless Jiang Yuanqing standing in front of him now.

In the picture that appeared in his mind, Jiang Yuanqing frowned tightly, with an anxious expression written on his face, and the worry in his eyes was almost overflowing. He turned back and forth, and suddenly moved his mouth.

In the next second, the picture disappeared, but what replaced the picture was the voice of Jiang Yuanqing, which belonged to Jiang Yuanqing but didn't look like Jiang Yuanqing at all.

That voice was different from Jiang Yuanqing's usual calmness, and his tone fluctuated a bit. It was obvious that the other party's anxiety could be heard: [Qi Yiyan, is everything okay?Why doesn't this expression speak... Are you sick?Should I ask, how should I speak? 】

Qi Yiyan: "?"

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