willing to accept

Feng Qingcheng didn't know how long she had been washing, until she made a decision against her will: Don't think about what is there and what is not, no matter whether there is really anything between her and Long Qingque, this society is not willing to accept such a relationship. Emotionally, she's not worth the risk.

Feng Qingcheng came out, wrapped in a bath towel, and jumped over Long Qingque, who was guarding the door, even though she had stood there for two hours, her face was full of the original heart.Chaoyang finally heard the sound of the door opening, she quickly filled the soup and came out, Feng Qingcheng's gaze was still over the past, and she reached out to push the door, Chaoyang said: "Qingcheng, drink soup, it is said that it can prevent colds." Long Qing Que stood at the door of the bathroom without moving, his eyes following the figure.

"No need." After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, he pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, Chaoyang was a little at a loss, meeting Long Qingque's dark and deep eyes, Chaoyang dared to press a little.

"Give it to me." Long Qingque took the soup and entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him.The man had already changed into his pajamas, his collar turned up to reveal his pale skin, and the marks left by the burn on his neck were obvious.Feng Qingcheng's hands were unconsciously wiping her hair, because she was wiping only one side, and the hair on the other side was still dripping.Long Qingque walked over, and the soup was placed on the table, "Come, give it to me." Long Qingque stretched out his hand, Feng Qingcheng continued to wipe without saying a word.Long Qingque knew that this girl was very angry, heh, he just made her wait for a few quarters of an hour, and she was so not angry, then she would completely abandon herself, completely forget that even waiting is hopeless, when she Shouldn't she be hacked into pieces?

Long Qingque didn't force her anymore, and said: "Drink the soup later, rest early, so as not to catch a cold." Feng Qingcheng didn't talk to her, and her hair couldn't be completely dried no matter how much she rubbed it. She was even more awkward.

Long Qingque stood aside, with clear eyes and a calm expression, but he felt a little melancholy in his heart.Although Feng Qingcheng's face was cold, but his heart was very chaotic, he threw the towel aside, pulled the quilt to the ground, rolled himself in it, and lay down.At this moment, Feng Qingcheng was like a silkworm. She shrank her body completely inside with a posture she thought was safe, her head was exposed outside, and her wet hair stuck to the pillow, and it was also close to Feng Qingcheng's scalp. She shivered a few times due to the cold, and finally closed her eyes and fell asleep, as if she was the only one in this room.Feng Qingcheng was tired and exhausted, but her head hurt like hell. Moreover, Long Qingque was standing there, and she could even feel a beam of light hitting her body.

Looking at this series of actions, Long Qingque felt a little bit more sad in his heart, and sighed inaudibly. Although it was very light, it still fell on the tip of Feng Qingcheng's heart. The room was too quiet, and her attention was all catching Long Qing's attention. Que sent a signal.

Soon, Feng Qingcheng heard footsteps, getting closer and closer to her, the sound stopped for a moment in front of her, and then walked away from her.When Feng Qingcheng heard the sound of the door opening, she walked further away, and her heart sank more and more. Before Feng Qingcheng could get more lost, the sound of footsteps floated back and stopped in front of her.

Feng Qingcheng half-closed her eyes, and Long Qingque was holding a hair dryer that didn't match her figure, and plugged it into the socket.Long Qingque's clean voice sounded very pleasant, "Feng'er, dry your hair before going to sleep." After speaking, Long Qingque made a movement, and she inserted one hand into the round roll regardless of Feng Qingcheng's objection. Under the knapsack, he scooped up both the person and the quilt.It was only now that Feng Qingcheng realized that she did this on her own, the quilt tied her so tightly that she couldn't break free with both hands.

"I don't want to blow it, you don't need to blow it, it will be done in a while." Feng Qingcheng is like a big silkworm chrysalis, and it is a beautiful silkworm chrysalis that can sit and twist.Long Qingque knelt on both knees just to fix the awkward person in front of her. For Long Qingque, she only did this posture to her parents in her life, but at this moment, she didn't care about it at all.

Feng Qingcheng hid and couldn't dodge, so she wanted to fall to the ground, so that she could be freed from the quilt by turning around, but Feng Qingcheng's thinking was too naive and reasonable, Long Qingque didn't give her this chance at all , no matter which side she fell to, Long Qingque caught her quickly and steadily.Long Qingque didn't bother to question her, and let Feng Qingcheng make trouble. The number of times was too high, but Feng Qingcheng herself felt embarrassed. Alas, why did Long Qingque have such a good temper? She couldn't find anything to vent. to the vent.

Feng Qingcheng, the silkworm baby, finally sat there obediently. Long Qingque's slender fingers ran through the hair, tickling, which made Feng Qingcheng goose bumps all over his body.Sometimes Long Qingque's fingers touched her ears unintentionally, but for just a moment, it made Feng Qingcheng's body itch and her lower body tightened. Her ears are really sensitive, so every unintentional touch makes Feng Qingcheng's body itch. Feng Qingcheng's scalp was numb.

Her hair was dried, and Feng Qingcheng's face was also hot, maybe it was blown by a hair dryer.The whirring sound in my ear was still there, it was the result of blowing on the hair dryer for too long, Long Qingque's voice sounded again, just like before, "Drink the soup."

Long Qingque finally turned to Feng Qingcheng's front, and Feng Qingcheng was able to see Long Qingque's expression at the moment, um, it seemed to be expressionless, as usual.Cheng Fengqing turned his head away, refused to drink or speak, he was completely like a child who lost his temper.

Long Qingque said again: Be good, don't make trouble, your body is important.Still speaking nicely, Feng Qingcheng continued to be awkward, she struggled violently, Long Qingque was afraid that the soup bowl would spill, so she backed away, let go of Feng Qingcheng, Feng Qingcheng's struggling body lost all external force The support fell directly to the ground, Long Qingque raised his hand, and the bowl shattered with a "snap".The man caught it steadily, and Long Qingque breathed a sigh of relief.

Chaoyang heard the sound, knocked on the door and came in to see this scene, with a look of disbelief, Long Qingque turned his back to her, and just said: "Chaoyang, bring me another bowl of soup." Chaoyang packed up the pieces and went out.

A bowl of soup was brought to Long Qingque again. At first, Feng Qingcheng deliberately ignored Long Qingque at the door of the bathroom because of anger; later, he refused to submit because he was disappointed. At this moment, Feng Qingcheng wanted to see : What is Long Qingque's bottom line, what will make her angry, and what will Long Qingque's furious demeanor look like?

Thinking of this, Feng Qingcheng held on to her refusal gesture more and more. Suddenly, her chin felt cold, and Long Qingque pinched her chin with her thumb and index finger, forcing her to turn her head.The eyes met, there was no broken bottom line as Feng Qingcheng expected, or she was furious, the clear and bright eyes were filled with a faint water mist, the black pupils were soaked deeper, and the curled eyelashes were stained with water mist, She looked very pitiful.The corner of the man's mouth was pursed and he said nothing, his watery eyes were even more lively at the moment, Feng Qingcheng looked out of his mind for a moment, his body and mind seemed to be wet by water mist, and his heart felt tight.How can Feng Qingcheng get angry? She is okay with head-to-head confrontation, but Long Qingque has softened her attitude with such a low profile. Feng Qingcheng's heart is as soft as a cotton candy, soft and sweet, and a little painful .