Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

Seeing Bian Yingning's blushing and thick neck, Shang Qinghui suddenly realized something.

Although she wanted to try her best to control the corners of her mouth that wanted to rise, but this facial expression was no longer under her control.

So much so that in Bian Yingning's view, Shang Qinghui's small appearance is like a raspy kitten who steals fish and thinks you can't do anything to her.

Have no fear.

Bian Ying condensed her anger, she had calculated thousands of times, but she never expected that Shang Qinghui would give her a favor.

Just now she was so shy that she didn't dare to say a few more words, wishing she could find a hole in the ground and get into it, but she didn't expect, oh, she didn't expect that she could still set herself up in secret without changing her face.

"What, what?" Shang Qinghui asked seriously after coughing.

Bian Yingning squinted at her: "You still pretend to me!"

Shang Qinghui pursed her lips: "I don't know what you're talking about, I even brought you new clothes, if you don't want to wear them, then you can be naked, no one will stop you."

She said it like a wolf who doesn't know what's good or bad.

Everyone thoughtfully brought clothes for her, and she let it go if she didn't wear them, and even bit her back.

Bian Yingning was greatly shocked, and said with a heartbroken look: "I understand, you take this clothes to be sure that I won't wear them, and you want to see me naked?"

Shang Qingfen: "?"

Very well, this "reason" suddenly went to Bian Yingning's side again.

"I didn't give you pajamas?" Shang Qinghui asked back.

It's not enough to be naked, at most it's just a vacuum. Her pajamas are not undeserved pajamas, only underwear.

Bian Yingning paused, her head was running fast, and she was able to come back with a questioning question: "There is one more question...you, why did you buy this kind of clothes?"

"What's wrong with this kind of clothes?" Shang Qinghui already understood that if he wanted to defeat Bian Yingning, he had to be even more shameless than her.

This is called using shamelessness to cure shamelessness.

"..."

The two looked at each other silently, one was squatting on the ground, and the other was poking his head behind the bathroom door.

Just stare like this, as if staring like this can decide the winner.

In the end, Bian Yingning blinked first, and said with a coquettish smile, "Very well, I understand, you just want to see me wear clothes, don't you, dead ghost, tell me earlier."

After speaking, she immediately retracted her head and closed the door. It seemed that she was going to put it on?

Before Shang Qinghui could retort, she rolled her eyes angrily when she saw the closed door.

Bastard Bian Yingning, destroy her innocence!

Sitting on the ground leaning on the soft sofa, Shang Qinghui looked at the afternoon tea brought by the butler.

Two cups of coffee, two cups of black tea, several delicate cakes.

She picked up the coffee and took a sip. There was a thermostatic coaster under the cup, and it was still warm. After taking such a sip, it felt very comfortable.

She closed her eyes contentedly.

But before she enjoyed it for a long time, she heard the click of the bathroom door, she slowly raised her eyelids and looked over, Bian Ying came out wearing her purple and white pajamas without squinting.

She was also holding her own dry hair cap to keep her hair in. With that posture and homely style, those who didn't know thought she was at home.

As soon as Bian Yingning came out, she saw Shang Qinghui leaning on the gray-white floor-length sofa, the drink in front of her still had a slight mist floating up because of her movement.

In an instant, she thought of another scene——

A white and fat steamed stuffed bun is lying on the steamer, waiting for people to chew it up and hide it in their stomachs.

Bian Yingning was dressed neatly, but Shang Qinghui couldn't help but cast his eyes on her shoulders and chest.

It seems... there is nothing unusual.

Did she wear it?

It is currently unknown.

Bian Yingning sat down opposite Shang Qinghui, looked at the table, picked up the black tea, and took a sip: "I thought you weren't coming back."

Shang Qinghui lazily raised her eyelids: "This is my room."

Therefore, the person who should not be here should not be her.

Bian Yingning smiled: "You and I still divide each other?"

Shang Qinghui put away her lazy posture, sat up straight, a little at a loss, but wanted to ask clearly: "You... what do you mean by that?"

"Literally." Bian Yingning took another sip of tea, put down the cup, and looked at her with her face on the table.

Being stared directly at her like this, Shang Qinghui dodged his eyes, not daring to look directly at her like this.

Why is she doing this? It's better to quarrel with her, at least she will be more comfortable that way.

"Who doesn't distinguish from you..." Shang Qinghui muttered.

"Huh? Isn't it you?" Bian Yingning's voice was full of doubts, and he picked up a Portuguese egg tart and took a bite.

She just likes to see other people shy.

Shang Qinghui seemed to be burned by the smile in her voice, blushing and staring back at her: "You and I don't know each other? What kind of relationship do we have, how come we don't know each other?"

This person is too bad, even worse than himself!

She also admitted that when she asked this sentence, she had her own selfishness.

What are they like...?

Kissed, hugged, touched, and then.

Bian Yingning tilted her head, as if Shang Qinghui's question stumped her.

Seeing her like this, the blush on Shang Qinghui's face gradually faded.

When Shang Qinghui was about to tell Bian Yingning to get out, she suddenly made a sound.

"To be honest, in fact..." Bian Yingning put down the egg tart that she had only taken a bite of, and said in a somewhat obscure voice, "Actually, I also want to ask you this question."

She also often asks herself.

Why did she want Monk Qinghui to do this.

If the hug in the dark at school was a warm haven for her when she collapsed, then the one at her home, in her room... had already begun to change.

And then to that kiss in the car...

Only then did she realize that she didn't hate such accidents, and even thought that it would be great if there was a next time.

Although she has never been in love, let alone with girls.

But she knows that liking a person is different from those old-fashioned closed fertility concepts. Liking should not be related to gender, just because that person happens to be the person she likes.

And she happened to find that the person she liked was Shang Qinghui.

Why she likes it, she can't tell.

Maybe there is no reason to like someone, but there is a reason to force yourself to like someone.

For example, sister Duanmu, such as Hua Jiangrong, she can tell the reason why she likes them, which is also the reason why she doesn't like them that way.

ask her?

Shang Qingfen's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

"I want you to belong to me only." Shang Qinghui said in a low voice.

Many things can't be explained clearly, and she is not sure when she started thinking about Bian Ying.

It may be that she chased after her regardless, and was kidnapped along with her... When the two fled, they were like brothers and sisters, or like a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

It may also be the moment when she gave herself a dress during the talent competition, or it may be when she went to that socialite party and she sent herself home.

Many, many times, she has lost count.

It was only when I looked back that I suddenly realized that the two had known each other for a long, long time, so long that they had entanglements almost every day.

It may be noisy, or it may be that there is only a second of peace of mind, but even if it is intrigue, it is full of memories when I think about it now.

Hearing this, Bian Yingning covered her face with one hand, feeling her heart beating fast.

She is really domineering.

And domineering, and straightforward.

You must get what you want, and you must fight for what you like.

"Then I'm just yours."

When Bian Yingning said these words, the tip of her nose turned sour, and mist quickly gathered in her eye sockets.

Fortunately, she adjusted quickly, but her eyes were moist and she didn't shed tears.

Shang Qinghui looked up at her, and saw Bian Yingning's red eye sockets.

She slowly stretched out her hand, stretched across the table, very slowly.

Bian Yingning didn't move, waiting for her action.

Until Shang Qingfen's cool fingertips touched Bian Yingning's warm cheek.

A simple touch, like a floating hair on the tip of the heart.

Bian Yingning waited for her to say something.

She said: "Bian Yingning, your eyes seem to be red all day today, you don't have pink eye disease, do you?"

Bian Yingning stared blankly at Shang Qinghui's serious round eyes.

Shang Qinghui was also looking at her.

Bian Yingning smiled suddenly, held Shang Qinghui's hand, and pressed it against her face, not letting her take it back: "Boy."

"..."

Bian Yingning licked her dry lips: "Has anyone ever told you that you are good at spoiling the scenery?"

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There is another update that must be updated before dawn! (This is still tonight/Don’t wait to go to sleep and wake up to watch)

As night fell, Mian moved out of her sewing machine, but as soon as she started to step on it, she had a stomach ache, super painful, and then went to the toilet, as soon as she stepped on the sewing machine, it was like this, two or three times an hour... and then the time passed... …When she didn’t step on the sewing machine, she was alive and healthy. Is there any way to save her? (paralyzed)