Beauty is destined

No matter which posture he took, he couldn't get rid of her fragrance and her charm. She was in his arms, and he was like holding a bouquet of flowers in his arms, not too light or too heavy.

Her breath slowly penetrated his clothes, penetrated his skin, penetrated into his blood, and then...

Aomine Daiki sat up suddenly, he looked at the unfamiliar room, and thought for a long time before he realized where he was.

He accidentally knocked down Qiu Nai that day, causing her to sprain her ankle, and became a servant who took care of her when she was sick. Ah, the servants are treated better than him, at least the servants can have a bed to sleep , and he can only sleep on the sofa.

He lowered his head and looked at the mess under him, gave an unbearable "tsk", and got into the bathroom with his upper body naked.

The most difficult part of taking care of Akina Fujiwara is not to take care of her all the time, but to be everywhere.

Qingfeng Dahui quickly took a cold shower, washed his trousers and dried them before lying back on the bed, but he didn't dare to sleep again, once he had that dream again, he would be the troublemaker.

He was half leaning on the sofa, with a thin quilt covering his legs, which couldn't hide his wheat-colored chest and eight-piece chocolate abs that would definitely make a woman blush and legs go limp.He spread his arms on the back of the sofa, raised his head and thought for a while, then couldn't help but sneer again.

How could he be reduced to this field? He is still too soft-hearted towards Fujiwara Haruna.

Dawn came in through the white curtains, and Aomine Daiki put on a black sweater with the zipper halfway open, leaving a large area of ​​imaginative chest muscles.

Obviously a tyrant on the court, but now he is reduced to cooking for women.

He knocked the side of the pot with a spoon in one hand, and put the other hand in his clothes pocket, standing lazily, like a lion that has not woken up, the heat coming out of the pot is slow rise slowly.

"Why would I do this!" he said to himself irritably.

"Because you hurt me."

Hearing such a soft and soft voice early in the morning, one can't help but feel better for the whole day.

Qingfeng Dahui glanced at her, froze suddenly, and shouted: "Hey! What are you wearing!"

Qiu Nai glanced at him inexplicably, then looked down again, "Pajamas..."

"This is obviously..." He suddenly lost his voice as if someone had pinched his neck.

Qiu Nai leaned on the door frame and looked at him enchantingly, "Huh? Tell me, what is it?"

"You woman..." He took a deep breath, and finally had a flash of inspiration, glared at her and said, "You did it on purpose!"

Qiu Nai covered her mouth and let out a series of laughter, "Who made you so careless."

Aomine Daiki continued to knock on the pot with a spoon.

I think he was also very popular with those supermodels with long breasts and thighs when he was abroad, and he was also able to handle them with ease, why was he frustrated everywhere when facing Akina Fujiwara?

"Is it really a woman?" He muttered secretly.

But Qiu Nai heard it, and responded with a smile: "Is it a woman, you will know if you try it?"

Having said such things, if he still doesn't react, then he really isn't a man.

Aomine Daiki turned off the fire, strode up to Qiunai, hugged her horizontally, and placed her on the bar opposite the cooking counter.

Qiu Nai's legs were twisted together, soft and tough.

"Hey!" He pressed his thick arms on the bar, and his deep blue eyes were unruly wild, "Are you serious?"

Qiu Nai was pretending to be stupid again, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"Oh?"

His eyebrows raised, and his fingers slid across her cheeks—his fingers were calloused because of their long grasping balls, but when they touched the skin, they felt numb and itchy.

Qiu Nai shivered slightly, but the smile on his face deepened.

"Ha, you're still lying, aren't you?"

His palm was placed on her cheek, the sharp contrast of skin color was like unstirred milk chocolate, with a hint of lust for no reason.

Qiu Nai had just woken up, her eyes were still covered with a layer of mist with pearly luster, and her eyes could kill half of a man's life.

The more Qingfeng looked at her, the deeper the look in her eyes, and the strength of her fingertips gradually increased, but her skin was too tender, even if he rubbed it twice, it was like cherry blossom petals.

His fingers slid down and pressed against her collarbone, and flower petals fell from her collarbone.

His lapis-like eyes stared up and down at the so-called pajamas on her body. What kind of pajamas is this? It's clearly...

"Tsk—"

"Mr. Qingfeng..." She stared at him, even though he knew in his heart that she was not that weak, he still couldn't help asking her: "What's wrong?"

"It hurts so much," she blinked, the moisture in her eyes evaporated, "I hurt so much."

His big palm slid down her calf and lightly touched her injured area, "It's okay, the swelling has subsided, and it will be fine in a few days."

"Really?" There seemed to be silk in her eyes, which stuck to his sight and his whole body, "But, I still feel very painful."

"You are such a charming lady."

With those words in his mouth, he squatted down and blew lightly on her injured area, but his eyes were full of evil, "Is this much better?"

She simply fell in love with his wildness and evilness. In her eyes, Qingfeng Dahui was like a wild horse running around on the grassland, with endless strength and enthusiasm.

Aomine Daiki also seemed to see something in her eyes, he chuckled, "What, so you too..." He lowered his head, kissed her ankle passionately, and smiled with his teeth bared; " Are you satisfied now!"

Her toes were straightened, her big toe lightly brushed across the ankle of the other foot, her brightly painted nails rubbed against her white skin, like a red rose kissing a white rose, endlessly alluring.

Qingfeng Dahui flirted with her, and the corners of his mouth raised, "You are really not afraid of death, you dare to tease me like this even when you are injured?"

She still looked confused, as if saying, "I do everything unconsciously, it's purely because you think too much."

One step forward, one step back, really a master of push and pull methods!

Qingfeng Dahui frowned angrily, but he could only turn around and take the opportunity of filling the soup to suppress the evil fire in his lower abdomen.

Akina Fujiwara, this woman is really evil.

He filled the soup and turned around to feed her mouthful.

"I said...you didn't break your hand, why should I feed you!"

Qiu Nai bit the spoon he handed over, and looked up at him, he lost his words immediately, and when he came back to his senses, he turned his face awkwardly and made a "cut".

It's a crime to look so attractive.

"Ding--"

Qingfeng Dahui took out his mobile phone and looked at it, his brows frowned suddenly, "I have something to go out first."

He worried again: "Can you do it alone?"

Qiu Nai's eyes were moist, and she called softly: "Dahui..."

"what--"

As if he gave up struggling, he suddenly pressed her neck and kissed her. It was a deep throat kiss, and Qiu Nai was about to suffocate.

After a kiss, he slowly rubbed the wet corner of her mouth with his thumb, and coaxed in a low voice: "Be good, call me if you have anything to do, and I will do what you want when I come back..." He He smiled ambiguously, keeping everything in silence.

Qiu Nai grabbed his collar and sucked hard on his neck, because his complexion was too dark to see clearly, and she kissed him several times, until it was so red that it was almost purple, she smiled and smiled. Moved his head away.

"I'll give you a seal first, Dahui will be mine in the future."

He opened his mouth and smiled, with a mixture of lustful and evil, "What...you want to trap me in this way?"

She put her two fingers together like a sharp sword and slowly slashed down from his chin, across the large chest muscles he showed, all the way down...

There was rebellion and provocation in her eyes, all of which made his blood boil instantly and he didn't care about anything.

Ah, really...

Qingfeng Dahui shook his head, zipped it up, picked up his phone and was about to go out. When he was holding the door, he couldn't help but turned his head and said: "Hey, don't run out again."

Qiu Nai snorted softly, "I know, you are so long-winded."

How dare you say that he is long-winded!

Qingfeng stared, and couldn't help laughing again.

Forget it, for the sake of her injury, let's be long-winded.

When Aomine Daiki closed the door, Fujiwara Akina jumped off the bar and even jumped twice. Where is the image of an injured patient who needs to be taken care of by others, co-authorship is a lie.

However, Qiu Nai's ankle was indeed sprained, it's just that she has a special constitution, and she will recover in less than a day.

Qiu Nai stretched lazily, walked to the balcony to look at the scenery, but suddenly heard a "bang" sound from the balcony next to her, as if something had fallen down.

Thinking of Tsuruga Lian's sick appearance yesterday, Qiu Nai suddenly had a bad guess in her heart. She leaned over the window sill railing and leaned over to look at Tsuruga Lian's house, only seeing a pair of feet lying on the ground.

"Yeah? Nothing really happened, right?"

Qiu Nai didn't have time to think about it, she jumped out of the railing of her own house. Fortunately, the window sills of the two houses were not too far apart, she jumped and grabbed the opposite railing, and then flipped in with the railing in her arms.

However, just as she stood in front of the French windows on the balcony, she met a pair of blue eyes.

"Uh……"

Akina Fujiwara, who was about to knock on the window, froze suddenly.

Is that Tsuruga Ren?

She said that his eyes were weird, and it was really because of his colored contact lenses.

Tsuruga Lian sat on the floor in a somewhat decadent manner, leaning against the sofa behind her, with her legs stretched freely, it was precisely because his feet were motionless that Qiu Nai misunderstood him.

He held his forehead with one hand, and looked at Akina Fujiwara outside his window in confusion, as if he didn't realize the fact that she suddenly appeared in front of him.

Qiu Nai showed an embarrassed smile, she tapped on the window lightly, opened her lips together and read out: "Tsuruga Ren."

He got up suddenly, his body staggered and almost fell down again, finally walked to the window, but he didn't open the window, just stared at her in a daze.

Qiu Nai was a little helpless, but also a little funny. It was the Tsuruga Lian she had never seen before, who was not wrapped in a well-fitting suit.

He suddenly took a step forward, before Qiu Nai had time to remind him, he bumped his head against the glass door.

"It's a dream again..."

He frowned in pain, his forehead pressed against the glass, and slowly slid down...

"Hey! Tsuruga Ren!"

Qiu Nai knocked on the window desperately, and her whole body moved as he slid down. There was only a glass between the two faces.

Tsuruga Lian suddenly raised her head, and her blue eyes shone with light. If his hair was replaced with blond hair at this time, he must be the most alluring fairy prince.

His lips were a little dry, and he trembled slightly, "Qunai..."

Although she didn't hear his voice, she could tell that he was calling her name.

"It's me, can you open the window first?"

"Qina..."

His head was burnt out, and he saw Fujiwara Haruna's lips moving in front of his eyes in a daze, like roses blown by the breeze.

He leaned forward and kissed her lightly...through the glass.

Akina's eyes widened with a smile.

His mind was finally revealed.

The cold touch on his lips seemed to stimulate him, and he finally regained his sense of reason. He stretched out his hand to caress his forehead, let out an unbearable groan, and when he raised his head, he bumped into Qiu Nai's most gentle smile.