Who wants to fall in love with AI

The end result of Professor Qin's playing with fire is--back pain, humming on the bed.

Qin Xi was very remorseful, he was so busy, he wished to suffer for him: "It's my fault."

Qin Fang looked at him with a smile: "What's wrong with you?"

Qin Xi: "I should have endured last night."

Qin Fang stared at his heart and said, "You can bear it, but I can't."

His words made Comrade Qin Xi's suppressed heat soar all the way, rushing to the limbs and bones, burning his reason to pieces.

"Professor... don't..."

Qin Fang was not happy anymore, he propped his chin with one hand, and the quilt could not be covered: "What do you call me?"

Qin Xi didn't dare to look at him: "Qin Fang..."

Qin Fang said: "If you make a mistake again, I won't respond."

His voice was still somewhat ambiguous and hoarse, his eyes just fell on Qin Xi so bluntly, and from time to time he aimed where he shouldn't be looking...

Qin Xi couldn't bear it any longer, so he put on a coat and said, "I'll find you something to eat."

Qin Fang raised his voice and said, "Put on your clothes."

Qin Xi paused.

Qin Fang added another sentence: "You are my lover now, don't attract others."

Qin Xi's feet were empty, and she almost went back to the house regardless, and kissed her so much that she couldn't speak.

Qin Fang was actually quite tired, and he was afraid that Qin Xi would really come back, but he couldn't help it, that word was like Qin Xi's heart, he said, it jumped, it was so interesting.

With tenacious perseverance, Qin Xi went to get food for Qin Fang.

Qin Fang was the only one left in the room, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded a bit.

Do you trust your heart?

Qin Fang lay down on the bed and looked at the gorgeous golden bed curtain above: it was exquisitely crafted, and the double dragon opera beads all over the frame were shown vividly. The silk threads at the longan's eyes were extremely beautiful, and the bright lines seemed to reflect the brilliance of half of the sky .

True and false.

How can you tell the difference?

The people in the dream, regardless of whether it is absurd or not, feel that it really exists, that it happened in reality, and that it is more realistic than reality.

But once you wake up, it's a dream without a trace—nowhere to follow, nowhere to be found, nowhere to think.

Qin Fang raised his hand and opened his palm in front of his eyes.

His palms are slender and white, with distinct fingers, young and full of vitality.

Qin Fang has forgotten what it looked like when it was old, and even had some doubts, has it really been old?

Qin Fang clenched his fists violently, suppressing the stagnant pain in his heart.

Don't think about it, trust Qin Xi.

What if even Qin Xi didn't exist?

Qin Fang closed his eyes, his face was pale but calm.

Without Qin Xi, he would be even more unscrupulous.

To have a dream in vain, to him, is extremely lucky.

When Qin Xi came back, Qin Fang was no longer on the bed.He put the food on the table, but he couldn't move his feet.He knew where Qin was placed, but he dared not go there.

As if hearing his movement, Qin Fang's voice came from the back room: "Come in."

Qin Xi: "..."

Qin Fang's voice was lazy: "My arm is sore, please help me."

Qin Xi's hot blood, which took a lot of effort to suppress, turned into a boiling waterfall like the water rushing to the edge of a cliff.

Qin Fang didn't take a bath, and he deeply experienced what it means to be in the water.

After the incident, Qin Fang leaned on Qin Xi's chest and gasped for breath.

Qin Xi asked him, "Are you hungry?"

Qin Fang answered irrelevantly: "Your words are rising too fast."

Qin Xi held his hand that circled the word "love" and said, "Because of you." He still couldn't help using the honorific.

Qin Fang didn't correct him anymore, he laughed and said, "Why do I just say a word, and the word just pops out."

Qin Xi said softly: "As long as I hear your voice, my heart beats very fast."

Qin Fang rolled his eyes with a smile, and called him: "Qin Xi."

"Ah."

"Qin Xi."

"Ah."

Qin Fang called him a dozen times in a row, and the word "love" came out a dozen times.

Qin Xin felt as sweet as honey welling up in his heart, and he pressed his face against his firm chest: It was not a dream.

He can't have such a beautiful dream.