My Professor Shen

Shen Qingchuan's back stiffened, his throat was dry and tight, and he asked belatedly, "What did you call me?"

Jiang Ling chuckled softly, pressed her face against her smooth skin, pressed it warmly to the bottom of her heart, and murmured: "Baby."

The medicine bottle rolled down to Jiang Ling's feet, and stopped after hitting an obstacle. Jiang Ling caught a glimpse of the white label on it, and felt sore in her heart.She was about to bend down to pick it up, but Shen Qingchuan grabbed her arm the next second.

"No." Taking advantage of Jiang Ling's trance, Shen Qingchuan turned around, wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, buried his face in her chest, and could not hide the panic in his voice.

She didn't want Jiang Ling to see herself in such a mess.

The thin fabric on her chest was gradually wet, Jiang Ling sighed in her heart, and a gentle smile appeared on her face again, "Okay, I won't look at it."

She patted Shen Qingchuan's back, soothing the woman's tense nerves.

One hand applied it precisely, interlocking fingers through the gauze, Jiang Ling raised Shen Qingchuan's chin, saw her teary eyes, she was holding back her tears, the bridge of her nose seemed to be severely beaten A punch, sour and astringent.

"Wait." Jiang Ling raised her head and quickly covered her eyes.

The eyes were suddenly shrouded in darkness, and a rustling sound came from his ears. Shen Qingchuan panicked for a moment, and clutched the corner of Jiang Ling's clothes uneasily.Jiang Ling's palm was dry and warm, and her fingertips rubbed the corners of her eyes, like silent comfort.

"Dangdangdangdang~" The darkness in front of him receded, and Jiang Ling had a few more candies wrapped in colorful sugar wrappers in his palm as if by magic.The palm was scratched by Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes, and Jiang Ling curled up her fingers with one hand hanging by her side.

She raised her eyebrows proudly, like a child who does good deeds and asks for praise.

"For me?" Shen Qingchuan shrugged his red nose, couldn't hold back for a moment, a tear rolled down in front of Jiang Ling, she turned sideways quickly, dodging her eyes.

"En." Jiang Ling nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, pretending not to see anything, then passed her hand forward again, looking at Shen Qingchuan expectantly.

"I don't want it." Shen Qingchuan's cheeks were slightly hot from the stare, his lips were puckered, and he took a half step back in disgust.

Jiang Ling was not disappointed at all, she peeled off the candy wrapper, put the candy between her lips and teeth, leaned close to the edge of the bed, tilted her head and covered it, with a light tap of the tip of her tongue, the round candy rolled into Shen Qingchuan's mouth inside.

"Is it sweet?" She quickly returned to her original position and asked with a smile.

The syrup melted, and there was a sweet smell, Shen Qingchuan nodded.

"Someone told me that when you are sad, you can eat some sweet candy." Jiang Ling bent her lips, and her amber eyes were bright, like a child.

Shen Qingchuan, who was standing opposite, saw the look of nostalgia in her eyes, and suddenly felt that the candy in his mouth was tasteless, and he didn't know who said it, and he could miss it for so long.

"Who said that?" The words in his mind blurted out, Shen Qingchuan cleared his throat and added calmly, "Is it first love?"

Jiang Ling seemed to smell a faint sour smell, her eyes sparkled, "A big sister said it."

From Shen Qingchuan's point of view, how to explain this sentence was ambiguous. It turned out that it was not just her own sister. Bubbles appeared in her heart, and she said lightly: "Oh."

She didn't realize that her heart had been occupied by Jiang Ling at this moment, and her irritability and fragile emotions had disappeared unconsciously.

The candy gradually melted and disappeared, Shen Qingchuan mustered up the courage again and stepped into the bathroom, acquiescing that Jiang Ling followed behind.

"Sister." Jiang Ling handed the toothbrush filled with toothpaste to Shen Qingchuan, "Look at me."

Her lowered eyes finally lifted up, and there was nothing strange in the mirror, and the faces of the two were clearly reflected in it, with no blood and no scary images.

Jiang Ling wiped the toothpaste foam on the corners of her lips, drew a small love heart, and bared her teeth by the way, the foam flew everywhere.

Shen Qingchuan chuckled, and moved closer to her, "Don't make trouble."

After washing up, Shen Qingchuan lay on the side by the window, and closed his eyes tiredly. She knew that she just fell ill.

The bed beside her was slightly sunken. Jiang Ling crept onto the bed and hugged her from behind. The two hearts cuddled together like this, and no one made a sound to break the warmth.

"Baby." Jiang Ling breathed on her earlobe, watching it turn from white to red and then white again.

"Don't call me baby." Shen Qingchuan stopped her, she buried her face in the quilt and took a deep breath, this address was a bit too shameful.

"Then be good, baby, kiss..." Jiang Ling chattered, and began to count on her fingers.

Shen Qingchuan suddenly turned over and sat on Jiang Ling's abdomen, clamped Jiang Ling's hands on top of his head, and said viciously: "Stop talking!"

Jiang Ling's mouth was tightly covered, she calmly winked mischievously at Shen Qingchuan.Shen Qingchuan was stunned and before he could let go, he felt the warm and itchy touch of his little tongue in the palm of his hand.

The unprepared attack made Shen Qingchuan let go of her hand, she curled her red lips, and pushed her legs up not to be outdone.

"Hmm~" Jiang Ling deliberately lengthened the ending, and said thoughtfully, "You can also call me Husband Qingqing."

After hearing this, Shen Qingchuan's brain became hot, and he bent down. The last look made Jiang Ling feel cold.

"Sister..." As soon as Jiang Ling uttered a sound, her mouth was covered again, and there were only ups and downs of whimpering from her throat.

"Don't, don't, I was wrong!" Taking advantage of the slack, Jiang Ling repeatedly begged for mercy, watching Shen Qingchuan come to the truth, she was really scared.

"It's late." With red lips kissed, Shen Qingchuan gave her a coquettish glance, then tied up his fluffy hair, and continued to work with his head down.

"Hmm..." Jiang Ling tensed her neck helplessly, and the bed sheet was pulled into wrinkles.

The sound of tsk tsk water was mixed with the sound of begging for mercy.

"Sister, it's fine." Jiang Ling propped up her upper body, taking into account Shen Qingchuan's wound, she didn't dare to resist, and could only stroke Shen Qingchuan's slightly curly hair at a loss.

"Don't call me sister." Shen Qingchuan stopped and glanced at her, his lips were not only stained with something, but it was shiny under the weak bedside lamp.

"Continue to call me husband." She smiled provocatively, adding a bit of handsomeness.

Jiang Ling looked at Shen Qingchuan, who was working silently, and covered her face with her hands, wanting to cry without tears. This was simply self-inflicted.

I don't know how long it lasted, but the ups and downs gradually stopped.

This time, Jiang Ling nestled in Shen Qingchuan's arms.

"Do you like it?" Shen Qingchuan licked his lips, still wanting more.

"It's okay, that's it." Jiang Ling replied humming, her body hidden under the quilt writhing restlessly.

She suddenly turned over and sat astride, gritted her teeth and said: "Qingqing wife! It's my turn!"

Shen Qingchuan's eyes immediately turned red, tears were on the verge of dripping, and he said pitifully, "Baby Jiangjiang, my hands hurt so much."

Jiang Ling felt like a deflated ball, and it became wilted. She carefully blew on her, then tucked the corner of the quilt, and said weakly: "Go to sleep."

Like coaxing a child, she patted Shen Qingchuan's back one after another, and didn't stop until the other's breathing gradually became even.

"The big sister is you, why don't you remember it?" Jiang Ling's smile was a bit forced, but it would be a lie to say that she was not lost, and it is also a very painful thing to hide memories in her heart.

"What?" Shen Qingchuan mumbled as if awakened by a start, hearing Jiang Ling talking to herself.

"It's nothing, go to sleep." Jiang Ling was startled, and hurriedly continued to coax softly, seeing Shen Qingchuan's beautiful sleeping face and letting out a sigh of relief.

The sound of breathing behind him slowly picked up its rhythm, and Shen Qingchuan, who was nestled in Jiang Ling's arms, slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleepiness in them.

She bit her lip, as if she had forgotten something very important.

Early the next morning, Lu Linshen got up with a chicken coop on his head.

"Good morning." Shen Qingchuan got off the treadmill, her face was rosy, and she was still full of energy after only resting for four hours.

"Okay." Lu Linshen waved his hand with a sleepy expression, and the corners of his eyes were forced into tears by yawning.

"Did you take a break?" Shen Qingchuan took a sip of milk.

"What do you think." Lu Lin took a bite of the bread as if venting his anger, and snorted coldly, "Shen Qingchuan is capable enough."

"Cough." Choking on a mouthful of milk, she couldn't get up or down, she quickly changed the subject, "Have you been on vacation recently?"

"Yo, I thought that you, an old man, take care of everything every day and don't care about me, an outsider." She put the emphasis on "day", as if she meant something.

"One condition." Shen Qingchuan held up the knife and fork gracefully, and looked at Lu Linshen, who was acting as a demon, in a leisurely manner.

As expected, as soon as the words fell, Lu Linshen immediately smiled.

"Oh, they're all sisters. Why are you talking so strangely? I'm that kind of person." She patted Shen Qingchuan on the shoulder and said with a smile.

If fans saw this, they wouldn't be surprised.

"Yes."

Lu Lin choked deeply, "I just want to rest with you for two months." She lay on the table and clasped her fingers coyly.

"Your father doesn't talk about you?" Shen Qingchuan asked suspiciously. After all, Father Lu and Shen Li have completely different styles of spoiling their daughters. Lu Linshen is the real daughter who grew up in a honeypot.

"There was a quarrel." Lu Linshen ate with his head depressed, his tone lonely.

"Huh?" Shen Qingchuan was very surprised, it was really the first time that father and daughter could fall out.

"Oh, don't worry about it, the current situation is that I'm penniless." She puffed her cheeks, "Just say whether you can support me or not~Sister Shen~good sister~"

"Don't touch your hands." Shen Qingchuan stuffed the bread into Lu Linshen's mouth without changing his expression, turned her face aside, and said with disgust: "You have not made too many troubles since you were a child? You have been so hard all of a sudden. Chirping."

"I will pay you back this time!" Lu Linshen patted the table heavily, making Shen Qingchuan tremble with fright.

Lu Linshen: "I just need your help."

Shen Qingchuan: "If you fart, let it go."

Lu Linshen: "Accompany me on a show."