What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

Zhou Qingluo felt that Song Ling was really too stupid.

In Song Ling's current state, it is obvious that he has already regarded him as a little daughter-in-law, and she can kiss and hug her whenever she wants, without any scruples or scruples.

The two of them are nothing now.

Subconsciously, Zhou Qingluo felt that Song Ling liked him, but Song Ling still closed his own world. He didn't say a word about his past, his life experience, and his illness, or he just relied on himself. , instinctively reaching out to him for help, longing for redemption?

Song Ling is like a black hole, with deadly gravity, but also unknown dangers.

He doesn't know him at all.

So how does he feel about Song Ling, does he like it?Or just sympathy and pity?The heartbeat every time a gun goes off, is it instinct or a heartbeat?

Zhou Qingluo has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know how to start, but it shouldn't be so sloppy.

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips, looked at the ceiling and said nothing.

"Qing Luo, what's wrong with you?"

"I was wondering what to do."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Zhou Qingluo turned over and sat on him, with the corners of his mouth curled up, looking at him with downcast eyes, rippling and gentle.

Song Ling was completely stunned, and his throat rolled twice quickly.

Zhou Qingluo kept staring into his eyes, slowly got up, rolled up the quilt and pillow and got off the bed.

Song Ling put his hands behind his head and looked at him with interest.

Zhou Qingluo looked back and smiled at him, "Come here."

Song Ling watched helplessly as his own soul took a step ahead, and then followed him like a walking corpse.

Zhou Qingluo turned around again, and said softly, "Bring another pillow."

Only the pituitary gland was working in Song Ling's body. He never expected that Qing Luo, who was always shy and restrained, would be so proactive and enthusiastic.

Really, if you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost.

He picked up the pillow and followed, "On the balcony?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "Yes, on the balcony."

"Okay." Qing Luo's way is so wild, I like it.

Song Ling followed Zhou Qingluo out, and Zhou Qingluo stuffed him with the quilt in his arms, "Take it."

Song Ling nodded, "Okay."

The surroundings were unbelievably quiet, it was the tranquility before the rush of hormones and adrenaline.

Zhou Qingluo: "Wait for a while, I'll go get something."

Song Ling: "Okay." Qing Luo really knows how to play, so it must be a toy.

Zhou Qingluo walked into the room, closed the balcony sliding door behind his back, and pulled the latch.

The ambiguous smile disappeared immediately, and he gave Song Ling another look.

Song Ling: "?"

Zhou Qing Luopi smiled bluntly, and said softly through the glass window: "Brother Ling, you sleep on the balcony tonight."

Song Ling looked at the quilt and pillow in his arms and was dumbfounded. Through the glass window, he saw some people who looked like successful little foxes, smiling slyly with their tails up, he realized that he had been fooled.

Song Ling patted the glass door, "Zhou Qingluo?"

Zhou Qingluo gave him a blank look and ignored him.

Song Ling: "Do you think I can't do anything? I climbed the window..."

He said, looking at the strong anti-theft window, and didn't say any more.

What kind of miserable tears behind bars.

Zhou Qingluo: "Reflect well, don't think about messy things all day long."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, and thoughtfully turned on the balcony light for him, he lay down with his back to him.

Song Ling laughed angrily, hugging the quilt and the potted plant he brought over and staring at him.

The potted plant had already grown a bit taller, and two young leaves had grown out, and a stick was inserted beside it, which was used by Zhou Qingluo to loosen the soil.

Song Ling hugged the quilt and pillow in one hand, and loosened the soil with a small stick in the other.

Just depressed, nothing else.

Even Night Breeze came to join in the fun, and he was caught off guard. He was unprepared and sneezed twice in a row.

The people in the room actually moved. Through the reflection of the glass window on the balcony, Song Ling could see that some people pulled off the quilt and turned their heads quietly, but he was afraid that he would find out that they would soon return to their original state. .

Song Ling raised his eyebrows. Some people are as soft-hearted as cotton, and they want to be cruel like others.

Song Ling put the quilt over his body, hissed and stared at the reflection in the glass window, his voice trembling: "It's really autumn, it's so cold."

The person on the bed moved.

Song Ling sneezed again, and then coughed several times, "It's so cold."

The person on the bed moved again.

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, jumped on the spot a few times, and pretended to say to himself, "This potted plant can't be blown against the wind like this, what if it freezes to death, it's so cold, it's so cold."

The person on the bed finally pulled back the quilt with a swipe, and then there was the sound of rattling footsteps, and then the sliding door opened with a clatter.

Song Ling pretended to be surprised and turned around, Zhou Qingluo only opened a gap, looking at him speechlessly.

"What's wrong? Qing Luo?"

"How is your reflection?"

Song Ling shook his head, "Facing you, I can't think about it. Let me sleep on the balcony tonight."

Song Ling turned around with dignity, his mouth still trembling, "Hiss, it's so cold."

Looking at the trembling man, Zhou Qingluo stood in place and shut himself up.

After a long while, he gave a silent sound, then raised his fist and hit Song Ling twice in the air.

Song Ling could clearly see his little movements through the reflection of the glass window.

After Zhou Qingluo operated for a while, he pretended to be indifferent and said: "If you want to come in and sleep, just lie down on your own bed."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and left.

Song Ling also knew that he would put it away as soon as it was ready, so he quickly packed the pillow and quilt, and followed Zhou Qingluo into the house.

As soon as he put down the quilt, Zhou Qingluo immediately warned him, "You are not allowed to come over, or you will really sleep on the balcony."

Song Ling drawled: "Okay, follow orders."

Song Ling lay down and looked sideways at Zhou Qingluo's back.

Under the orange night light, Zhou Qingluo seemed even warmer.

How can there be such a good person in the world, who can let a man who is so embarrassed and depraved, start to hope that the days will last forever.

Zhou Qingluo turned over and lay flat, blinked his eyes, and saw Song Ling looking at him with a smile on his face.

He withdrew his eyes and looked at Song Ling again, who was still looking at him.

He had never seen Song Ling's eyes like this, very gentle, very clean, very pious, like contentment, like a child, sincere to everything in the world.

Song Ling like this is so charming.

What he didn't know was that Song Ling would sometimes just look at him like this until dawn during countless nights.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but turned sideways and looked at him.

Think about how tenacious this man is who is tumbling in the dark.

He must have been working hard to live, and reached out to others countless times, but everyone was afraid of the powerful background behind him and did not dare to extend a helping hand to him.

Not only Jiang Shiyan was like this, but Jiao Zuo was like this, and even Guan Minglang was like this.

He is not afraid.

He will always stand with him, accompany him to personally destroy those who dragged him into the abyss, and let him live like a normal person.

"Zhou Qingluo, go to sleep, or you won't cry for a while."

Zhou Qingluo smiled.

"You still dare to laugh at this time," Song Ling also laughed, "Don't just rely on me liking you, you will be arrogant."