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

The next day, Song Ling woke up first.

The two quarreled too late, as if they were addicted to drugs, passionately indulgent.

Song Ling thought to himself, if he was in ancient times, he must have been a foolish emperor, indulging in Qingluo's beauty all day long, and since then the emperor will not go to court early.

Zhou Qingluo was tortured so hard that he lay on the bed and slept soundly.

Song Ling rested his head on his hand and looked at him with a smile.

His Qing Luo is really good, his heart is very soft, even when he is angry, he is gentle.

He is shy and reserved, but not cold, and even very interesting. When he is emotional, he will blushing and respond enthusiastically to him, like a little demon who wants to refuse and greet him. The mole is full of charms, it hooks his soul and kills him.

It's not enough to possess him many times.

In her previous life, Qing Luo must have been a fox demon who could only seduce people's hearts.

But the fox demon is cold-blooded and selfish, while his Qing Luo knows how to give and tolerate, warm and kind.

He will take good care of him in the future, and will not be unscrupulous because of his soft heart and gentleness.

Before meeting Qing Luo, he had never been lucky. He suffered 23 years of crimes, accumulated 23 years of luck, and used it all to meet Qing Luo, and he still made money.

Zhou Qingluo's alarm bell rang, and Song Ling turned it off quickly, wanting him to sleep more.

Zhou Qingluo was really tired, turned over and fell asleep again.

Song Ling pressed the electric curtains, and the curtains closed. The room was pitch black. Song Ling lay on the bed, just looking at Zhou Qingluo, feeling contented.

Qing Luo said that he will have a very good future, and he will have many contributions and achievements. He doesn't care about these. He has a small structure and only wants to be with Qing Luo forever. His heart is small and he can only pretend to be Qing Luo. A person, as for what Qing Luo said, Qing Luo likes it, he is willing to do it, and he is willing to do it.

Or just like this forever, that's fine.

Afraid of waking him up, Song Ling carefully kissed his forehead, looked at his peaceful sleeping face, "Baby, I love you."

At noon, Zhou Qingluo woke up hungry.

When he woke up, his first reaction was to check the time. The alarm hadn't rung yet, so it should be early.

He yawned lazily, picked up his phone to look at it, and sat up suddenly from the bed.

It's twelve o'clock?

It's twelve o'clock!

Why didn't his cheery alarm go off?

"woke up?"

Zhou Qingluo looked blankly at the person who spoke with his head on his head.

Song Ling was wearing a nightgown, slumped on the sofa, playing games with his mobile phone with his legs crossed.

Zhou Qingluo slowly came back to his senses, and the scenes of last night immediately flooded into his mind.

Song Ling said he wanted to take him to see the stars and the lights, but in the end he was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows and on the balcony. When he was emotional, he still pinched his waist, deep and shallow, and when he came in and out, he said it bluntly. The flirtatious words that made people blush, and forced him to call him...

In short, he was like a toy, being played with by Song Ling all night.

The point is, he seems to be quite cooperative...

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes and shook his head.

When reason strikes, you can't think about it, or don't want to.

Song Ling dropped the phone and walked towards him, looking at him proudly, "How do you feel?"

Looking at his face asking for credit, Zhou Qingluo was a little puzzled: "I don't feel so good!"

Song Ling's face immediately collapsed, as if his dignity had been trampled upon, "Zhou Qingluo, do you still like duplicity? Yesterday you were obviously very happy, and you said several times that your husband is so gentle..."

Zhou Qingluo quickly interrupted him, "Shut up!"

"I was very gentle yesterday..."

Zhou Qingluo gritted his teeth: "I mean it's very late now, why did you turn off my alarm, beaters are not qualified to sleep in! I mean it doesn't feel good."

"Oh, that's what you meant. I thought you were denying me."

"..."

"Then you indirectly admit that feels good."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore and threw a pillow over.

Song Ling caught the pillow and glanced at him indifferently, "Your husband is so rich, you are entitled to 20 billion if you sleep late."

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes to end this topic.

He got up and got out of bed, his body was a little tired, but he was still relaxed, unlike the one described in the novel who was sore and couldn't walk and couldn't get out of bed.

I have to say that Song Ling is indeed very gentle, as soon as he yells that it hurts, he immediately slows down and cares about his feelings and emotions.

It is a lover with good bedding.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but think, maybe it was the bedside post that made a difference...

Song Ling came over, hugged him, and kissed his cheek, "What's the sweet aftertaste on his face, are you thinking of me?"

"How is it? My technique is not bad, you don't feel any pain, do you?"

"..."

"I can't bear to let you hurt, but it suffocates me."

"..."

"If I didn't feel sorry for you, I would have to..."

As Song Ling talked, he reacted, so he could only grit his teeth, "This way, that way, understand?"

Zhou Qingluo felt guilty, but he was also amused by his rustic love words, "Who has a sweet face, wake up, I'm going to the orphanage to draw."

Song Ling kissed him: "Don't go, stay with me, okay?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Aren't you going back to Qingling today?"

"I don't want to go back. I'll buy a house here and serve you as a house cook, okay?"

Zhou Qingluo agreed, "Okay."

Song Ling was taken aback, "I thought you would drive me away, and tell me to go back and work for Zhao Dayu."

Zhou Qingluo lowered his head and smiled, then leaned into his arms and said in a low voice, "How can I be so selfless, I also hope you will accompany me."

Song Ling looked down at the smiling person in his arms, his bones were numb, and he kissed his cheek affectionately, "My wife is so good at acting like a baby, huh?"

The price for Zhou Qingluo's acting like a baby is to be pressed into Song Ling's arms and kissed again, but his stomach began to resist and growled several times.

Zhou Qingluo pushed Song Ling away, "Get up and go to eat. After dinner, I'll take you around the mountain city."

Song Ling reluctantly kissed her, "But I just want to stay in the hotel."

Zhou Qingluo rubbed his nose affectionately with the tip of his nose, "Let's go out for a walk, the mountain city is very beautiful, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with mountains and seas, it is a treasure land of geomantic omen."

Song Ling seemed to have fallen into a honeypot, Zhou Qingluo was like this, what kind of thinking ability could he have, it was gone at all, he turned into a fleshy robot, just executing instructions.

Song Ling: "Okay, where do you want to take me?"

Zhou Qingluo made a serious plan: "Walking on the beach? Climbing mountains? Is there any place you want to go?"

"I heard that there is a marriage temple in the mountain city, let's go and pray for a long and long life."

"Okay."

The two had a casual meal at the hotel, and Zhou Qingluo took Song Ling to climb the mountain.

Zhou Qingluo thought about it, this was the first time the two of them came out to play seriously, so it was their first date.

Thinking of the word dating, Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, someone got into his heart, turned his heart out and said, "Qing Luo, this is our first date."

Zhou Qingluo: "Yes."

Song Ling expressed his thoughts solemnly, "I am very happy, very happy, very satisfied, very happy."

Zhou Qingluo was amused by him, "Me too."

Song Ling put his arms around his shoulders, and the two walked forward side by side.

When I walked to the Tongxin Bridge, I ran into Zhang Chao and a girl who were fastening the concentric lock.

Zhang Chao was delighted to see the two of them, "Mr. Qing Luo, Mr. Song, are you here too?"

Zhou Qingluo: "What a coincidence."

Song Ling looked at the lock in Zhang Chao's hand with great interest, "What is this?"

Zhang Chao explained: "Oh, this is a concentric lock. There is a marriage temple on the mountain. You can ask for a concentric lock with incense. Lock your wish here, and it will come true soon."

Song Ling was very interested, "Really?"

Zhang Chao cheerfully replied: "Of course it is true. If you don't believe me, ask Teacher Qing Luo, did your wish come true last time, Teacher Qing Luo?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." The demolition was caught off guard.

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, "Have you been here last time?"

Zhang Chao: "Yes, I came with me. I was still single at the time. I came here to ask for a fate. If I ask for it, I will come here to fulfill my wish."

As Zhang Chao said, he locked the concentric lock on the bridge.

There is also a pink ribbon tied to the concentric locks, which flutter in the wind, as if sending these heavy love wishes to the gods.

When Zhang Chao saw Zhou Qingluo, he suddenly remembered something. After several days, he forgot to tell Zhou Qingluo. This time, he remembered it, so he told Zhou Qingluo.

"Mr. Qing Luo, Chenxing.com is selecting the best of the year. Have you been paying attention recently? For example, the best newcomer."

Zhang Chao hinted that he should not forget to sign up. He felt that Zhou Qingluo's works were outstanding, and if they were exposed through multiple channels, they would definitely be successful.

Zhou Qingluo received Zhang Chao's hint and responded to him, "Yes, I'll pay attention too."

Zhang Chao was very happy, "Don't forget."

Zhou Qingluo was afraid that Zhang Chao would reveal his old background, so he said goodbye to Zhang Chao, and pulled Song Ling away, "Let's go up the mountain to have a look, the scenery on the mountain is very nice."

Song Ling followed Zhou Qingluo up the mountain. The scenery on the top of the mountain was unique. The mountain breeze was mixed with the sea breeze, which had a different charm. The incense in the temple was very prosperous.

Zhou Qingluo pointed to a place, "Where can I ask for incense, can I ask for a pillar?"

Song Ling: "Tell me first, what wish did you make last time? Did it come true?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I didn't make a wish last time."

Song Ling: "Then what did you ask God?"

Zhou Qingluo looked at him, and said frankly to him, "Ask God if he wants to continue loving you."

Song Ling was silent for a second, "We must continue to love. It is useless to ask God, but to ask me."

Zhou Qingluo said: "Okay, let's go ask for incense. As the saying goes, you kowtow to the Buddha and burn incense in the temple."

Song Ling never believed in ghosts and gods, but related to Zhou Qingluo, he always wanted to give it a try, just in case it came true.

After all, after meeting Qing Luo, the gods began to take care of him.

Song Ling asked for a stick of incense, knelt on the mat, imitated the others, held the incense with both hands, and prayed with his eyes closed.

This is the first time he asked God for a wish.

God will definitely agree.

——I love Zhou Qingluo, I want him to be happy forever, safe and happy, I want to grow old with him forever.

Zhou Qingluo turned to look at Song Ling.

The sun was just right, he was bathed in the sun, and the gloom and depression on his body had been washed away. He was no longer an empty shell, and finally walked into this world down-to-earth and started his new life.

He will no longer feel inferior.

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes and prayed.

God.

I love him, I hope he will be safe and happy forever, there will be no ups and downs in life, let us grow old together.