The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

The original heavy rain turned into a patter of light rain in the evening.The wind was still strong, and the raindrops were caught in the wind, flapping and falling on the transparent glass windows.Chu's mother's beloved cat stood facing the window, with its long hair hanging down limply, and was staring unfathomably outside through the glass with dripping water.

A bird that was forced into the eaves by the wind and rain fluttered down and sang a few times.

[System, can you check the favorability of the mission target towards me now? 】

Lu Qinggui opened a gap in the window sideways, and the wind mixed with rain immediately blew in, wet his face and neck, like a cold hand gently brushing over his exposed skin. layer of mist.

Lu Qingbandit stuck out his tongue and tasted a cool and fresh taste from the rain.

[No, I am a delicate system, which can only detect the delicate value. 】The system said aggrievedly.

[The sickness value is still zero now. 】

【oh. 】The bandit Lu Qing responded.

【...The mission has not progressed so far, shouldn't you be in a hurry, host? 】

The system couldn't help but started rambling, giving advice to Lu Qing bandit based on the best plans implanted in its mind.

[Don't worry.If you want to get the required sickness value, first of all, Fu Yige must fall in love with me.Only when you love deeply, can you experience the pain of not getting what you want. 】

Yes, he wanted Fu Yige to fall in love with him, to love him very deeply.

Love makes people out of control, makes people confused, and makes people lose themselves.The person you love is extremely humble, kneel down piously and offer your beating heart, and let the person you love spit a mouthful of dirty phlegm on that heart.

Falling in love with him, and then being dumped by him without hesitation.

The pure white rice paper named Fu Yige was forcibly dyed with the black that belonged to Lu Qing bandit, and the crazy and ugly paintings were drawn wantonly.

In this case, the task should be completed soon.This kind of task is not difficult at all.

Lu Qingbandit slowly closed the window, rubbed his wet hair, then turned around and changed into a velvet nightgown in front of the mirror.

[...Host, what are you doing here? ] The system stared dumbfounded at Lu Qing bandit tugging on his collar.

[Of course I want to use my delicious cock to seduce him. 】Speaking like this, Lu Qingbandit's face became more and more cold like a mountain snow lotus, not to be played with.

【…】

After adjusting the expression on his face, he knocked on the door next door.

"Teacher, it's me. Have you rested yet?"

The door opened soon, and Fu Yige appeared in front of him. He had obviously just taken a shower, and he smelled of shower gel all over his body.The hair is a little disheveled, with a little fresh youthful air.It was only then that Lu Qingfan remembered that this seemingly steady and reliable teacher was actually not a few years older than him.The clothes on Fu Yige's body were a little messy, but the expression on his face was still gentle.

"What's the matter, Bandits?" He wasn't angry at all for being disturbed so late.

"It's about the orchid picture that the teacher told me this afternoon. I don't really understand the brushwork used to outline the yin and yang sides of the stones." Lu Qingbandi's usually indifferent face showed a bit of seriousness.

"I suddenly thought of this question tonight, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt it was wrong. I couldn't fall asleep in bed, so I must ask the teacher to explain it to you."

Fu Yige smiled slightly, and beckoned him to come in.

There was a small lamp on the bedside of the room, and the warm yellow light enveloped the whole room, and the white walls were also reflected in a faint yellow.The rustling of the rain kept coming from outside the window, almost too gentle.

Sitting at the table, Lu Qingou was holding a pen and talking to Fu Yige about his doubts. The light hit his overly slender eyelashes, casting a small delicate shadow on his face.He has never been a muscular figure, and now he is sitting on the chair with his back straight, and his silhouette is reflected by the light, making him appear extraordinarily small.The pale complexion warmed a little, and the cold ice on the face that usually repelled people thousands of miles away also dissipated. With the tear mole in front of his eyes, he looked a little fragile.

Rather, it looks like a doll that should be viewed in a glass window. It is cold, lifeless and has no warmth, but beautiful.It is so beautiful that people forget that the puppet has no heart, even if it knows that it will not get any response, it still has to fall in love with him desperately.

Fu Yige stood behind Lu Qinggui, bent down and held his hand to show him the correct way of writing. His hands were propped on both sides of the table, and the faint smell of shower gel came to Lu Qinggui's nose, and his voice Still low, but still gentle and gentle.

The lighting is really a bit too dim.

Lu Qing's fingertips trembled.The exquisite and perfect hand fell on his hand, holding the pen with his hand.He is cold, but Fu Yige is hot.He is a heartless puppet who always needs someone to warm him up.

Fu Yige seems to be gentle forever, gentleness is a mask that he can't take off, it's his innate mask.The more he restrained and kept the etiquette, the more Lu Qing bandit felt itchy, and couldn't help but use that cold and ascetic face to seduce him bit by bit without leaving a trace.

Fu Yige's voice stopped at some point, and he slowly opened his hand, trying to let go of the pen, but was suddenly grabbed by the cold hand below.That hand trembled a little, timidly, but resolutely.

The young man turned his face away slightly, half of his face was hidden in the dim light, only showing the beautiful line of his tight jaw.

The paler and slender fingers slowly slid between his fingers like a small snake, and the soft skin between the fingers scratched the thin calluses between his fingers, and clasped his hand underneath.That hand was trembling all the time, tentatively.He is clearly in the dominant position, but he always hesitates in his actions, as if he can be thrown away at any time if he doesn't want to.

The paintbrush that no one cared about had already fallen obliquely, and the pen barrel hit the table with a crisp sound.

After making sure that the other party didn't break free, the pale hand slowly got closer, and the fingers entangled with him more and more deeply, and finally crossed them completely.Fu Yige felt that the soft palm of the upper hand was covered with sweat, and it was wet between them, sticking the two hands together more tightly.

The sitting young man panted silently, and his body seemed to be shaking accordingly.Under the light, his face still managed to remain calm, but the corners of his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.

Obviously he started it himself, but in the end it seemed that someone else bullied him.

Just such a simple movement of five fingers crossed seems to consume all the courage of the young man.His hand rested tremblingly on the other hand, and he stopped moving forward.

The rain was falling drop by drop, and there was a faint meowing from outside the house.

Fu Yige's hand suddenly itched, and a little finger stretched out tremblingly, gently scratching his palm.The movement was light and slow, not like scratching his hand, but like hooking with a feather on his heart.

Fu Yige's body also trembled, and he sighed.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier again, and the light was too gentle.

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