The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, lowered his head, looked at Lan Weiyu's sleeping face, smiled, and leaned over, their faces got closer and closer, Lan Weiyu had matured a lot this year At least, the straight bridge of the nose made him lose some of his youthful childishness, and his appearance became more and more handsome.

Fang Qiyan's eyes were gentle, gradually approaching his lips, Lan Weiyu frowned, opened his eyes, looked at Fang Qiyan's handsome face close at hand, raised his hand subconsciously, and gave him a slap, "Pa!" With a loud sound, Fang Qiyan straightened up, covered his face, and said aggrievedly, "You hit me?"

Lan Weiyu hurriedly sat up and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, conditioned reflex, conditioned reflex, but what did you want to do just now?"

Facing Lan Weiyu's suspicious gaze, Fang Qiyan lied without changing his face: "Oh, there was something around your lips just now, I want to blow it off for you."

"Then, did you blow it off?" Lan Weiyu blinked her big eyes and asked.

Fang Qiyan raised the corners of his lips, smiled, and said, "Not yet." Fang Qiyan leaned over and slowly approached Lan Weiyu, his eyes were shining like stars, Lan Weiyu felt bewitched, he swallowed. He fell asleep, his Adam's apple fluctuated up and down, and he dared not move.