I kicked the male lead away

Chu Qingshu wiped off the water on her hands with a towel, and walked over slowly.

It was only then that Fang Zhilan realized that her hands couldn't finish bathing independently, and she couldn't even tidy up her clothes.

Although the two of them had already been honest with each other and fell asleep several times, Fang Zhilan couldn't help but blushed when she wanted Chu Qingshu to change her clothes with an expressionless face.

She opened her arms and chose to close her eyes.

The night was silent, with the sound of gnats outside the window, Chu Qingshu lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on her palm-sized face.

The eyebrows and eyes are curved, the face is docile and trustworthy, and the corners of the lips are slightly raised.

A look of total dependence on oneself.

This half-hearted woman who cast her net everywhere.

"A-Lan." Chu Qingshu spoke, her voice could not hear the ups and downs of emotion, "I just heard some rumors from Huitaro over there."

?

Fang Zhilan secretly thought something was wrong, opened her eyes again, and seeing Chu Qingshu's expression, she knew there were some good rumors.

She subconsciously wanted to explain, with a flattering voice: "Sister Chu, Sima Chen and I really have nothing to do..."

It's okay if she doesn't speak, Chu Qingshu originally said Ji Yucheng, but when she saw her talking about Sima Chen again, her eyes were as if frost had been cast on her, Fang Zhilan couldn't help shivering from the cold.

Fang Zhilan pursed her lips, wanting to explain something.

"Shh." Chu Qingshu pressed her fingertips on her lips, "Ah Lan, I said today that I don't want to hear what you say."

Fang Zhilan shut up honestly, her eyelashes were like butterfly wings, flickering like a guilty conscience.

The teasing made Chu Qingshu feel annoyed and itchy.

Her slender and strong hands moved from her lips to the back of Fang Zhilan's head, pressed her down, and kissed her heavily.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan's eyes were caught off guard, and her breath was taken over by surprise.

Chu Qingshu's upturned nose rubbed against her cheek, feeling very intimate.

But somehow alienated.

Fang Zhilan felt a little flustered, and reached out and hooked her collar with her fingers.

It's a pity that her palm was injured, even if she wanted to support the bed quilt backwards, she couldn't do it, so she could only lean on Chu Qingshu vainly, with her head slightly tilted back.

The waist and limbs are about to be broken, woohoo.

As if hearing her inner voice, Chu Qingshu simply pressed down slowly and put her down on the bed.

Her rosy thin lips moved down slowly, Fang Zhilan's mind was in a mess, and she suddenly remembered: "I haven't bathed yet, the water is going to be cold."

Chu Qingshu paused, regaining some sanity.

She reached out and squeezed the soft flesh on Fang Zhilan's cheeks, but her voice was very clear: "That's right, while the water is still hot."

Fang Zhilan had an inexplicable feeling that she was like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Next, Chu Qingshu slender five fingers, and began to peel off the rice dumplings in an orderly manner.

Even though it was already summer, the night was still slightly cool, Fang Zhilan had nowhere to escape, so she had to crawl under the covers, and then was caught by Chu Qingshu, and hugged her into her arms.

She was carried into the tub.

"Hands." Chu Qingshu reminded, "Don't touch the water."

"Oh." Fang Zhilan nodded obediently, and put her hands on the edge of the bucket. After soaking her tired body in hot water for a whole day, she narrowed her eyes comfortably.

After a while, I heard the rustling of clothes.

Fang Zhilan opened her eyes, only to realize that Chu Qingshu had also changed her clothes at some point, put her jade-white wrist in the water to test the temperature gently, and then squeezed it into the bucket.

"..." In the small bucket, Fang Zhilan quietly shrank back.

Chu Qingshu swayed over unhurriedly, rippling the water.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Fang Zhilan could even see her slender and elegant neck, her thin and straight shoulders...

She was so ashamed that her head was about to bubble, and she had nowhere to hide, so she had to turn around.

The red ear tips exposed everything.

Chu Qingshu wrapped her arms around her waist, rested her chin on Fang Zhilan's shoulder, and breathed out hot air between her lips and teeth: "Ah Lan, turn your head around."

No, Fang Zhilan thought.

Turn around and specify that there is no good fruit for her.

Seeing that she was not moving, Chu Qingshu frowned slightly, and gently squeezed the soft flesh of her waist with callused fingers.

Fang Zhilan was so itchy that she trembled: "Don't..."

This feeling of being pinched and rubbed in the palm of the hand is really uncomfortable, but Chu Qingshu still refuses to stop, insisting on waiting for Fang Zhilan to turn around before giving up.

She was forced to have no time to think, so she turned around and looked at Chu Qingshu.

In the small space, their cheeks were almost touching.

Fang Zhilan blinked, and her eyelashes lightly brushed the end of Chu Qingshu's eyes.

It was as if he was trying to seduce her.

In an instant, a cluster of fire was ignited high.

Chu Qingshu lowered her head and once again met her lips and teeth.

This time she showed no mercy, Fang Zhilan had nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, so she had to endure this suffocating affection, and gradually seemed to be out of breath, with a soft whimper in her throat.

Chu Qingshu was unwilling to let go, probably because she was afraid that her hands would touch the water, and her hands were still tightly grasping her wrists and hanging above.

It's just... shameful.

Fang Zhilan couldn't help thinking.

But then there was more shame.

At night, the water in the tub gradually became cold and filled the floor.

When Fang Zhilan was being bullied over and over again, in a daze, there was only one thought in her mind.

You don't want to hear her talk, you just want to hear her cry, right?bad guy!

Bastard!

When she was asleep the next day, Fang Zhilan felt that she was still in a state of ups and downs.

Could it be that she had a hallucination last night for too long, she opened her eyes, only to find that what appeared in front of her eyes was neither a roof nor a bed net.

Instead, he was lying in the carriage with his head resting on Chu Qingshu's legs.

She turned around suddenly, her eyes widened: "Where is this going?"

"Go back to Beijing." Chu Qingshu closed the book in her hand, saw the dark blue under her eyes, her movements froze, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Fang Zhilan was indeed still sleepy, she nodded, originally wanted to lie down here, but found that this carriage was not as big as her previous one.

Chu Qingshu sat in the middle, unable to find a complete place to lie down.

She could only lie on Chu Qingshu's lap.

Being pressed like this, she will definitely feel uncomfortable too, let's forget it, Fang Zhilan shook her head, looking for something to say: "Sister Chu, what book are you reading?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she regretted the stupid question she asked.

With Chu Qingshu's past virtues, what books can she read?

Sure enough, Chu Qingshu curled her lips into a smile: "Does Ah Lan want to see it too?"

No, she doesn't want to.

Fang Zhilan shook her head like a rattle, but Chu Qingshu had already opened the book and leaned over.

Fang Zhilan just glanced at it, and her whole body froze like a lightning strike.

What I read in the past is just the text version.

Where did Chu Qingshu find this kind of picture with rich pictures and two women as the main characters?

Seeing that her eyes were bulging and staring like a kitten, Chu Qingshu chuckled lightly, and played with her hair with her fingers: "A-Lan doesn't know something, the border is cold and cold, so I have nothing to do, so I can only paint in my spare time to relieve my fatigue..."

"..." Fang Zhilan was speechless.

Co-authoring and presenting modern times, you are still a master.

Then she suddenly remembered something, the woman in the book just now seemed a little familiar.

Especially the one below.

Fang Zhilan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she grabbed the book in her hand, opened it, her face turned dark immediately.

Then from black to red orange yellow green blue blue purple...

"Chu Qingshu!" Fang Zhilan rarely called her by her first name, "Why do you..."

Before she finished speaking, Chu Qingshu covered her lips with her hand, she leaned over, wrapped Fang Zhilan into her arms, and cuddled up with her: "Why is Ah Lan so angry? Could it be that I didn't draw you beautifully enough?" ?”

When she asked like this, Fang Zhilan once again subconsciously glanced at the picture in her hand.

The women on the paper are meticulously drawn with fine brushwork, their eyebrows and eyes are as delicate as flowers, and even the teardrops at the end of their eyes and the forbearance between their lips and teeth are vividly depicted.

His cheeks were flushed, like a fairy who didn't go deep enough, but put himself in it instead.

Fang Zhilan was so angry that her breathing rose and fell, she...how could she be so charming.

It's clear that Chu Qingshu herself is being dishonest!

With a "snap", Fang Zhilan closed the book firmly: "Don't read it, is that why you learned to paint for this?"

Quite a bit of the seriousness of teaching children not to use their minds on serious things.

"Isn't that so?" Chu Qingshu smiled instead of anger, "Alan's color is extremely beautiful, it would be a pity if it can't be preserved, if you don't like my painting, you can also embroider it..."

Although he could feel Chu Qingshu's liking for him in the past, he had never heard her say such words so clearly.

The corners of Fang Zhilan's lips could not help but curl up, and then she pressed it down quietly, with a straight face: "Anyway, you are not allowed to draw in the future, I am a living person in front of you, what are you doing looking at pictures?"

"Yeah." Chu Qingshu nodded seriously, clasped Fang Zhilan's wrist and pressed it against the wall of the car, "Since that's the case, it's still too early to get to the next town, why don't you let me see it?" look?"

Fang Zhilan was caught off guard and suppressed, and before she could say anything, the voice from her lips was swallowed greedily.

The scroll fell to the ground, and it happened to be scattered on the page that Fang Zhilan had just turned.

The postures of the two people just corresponded to this matter.

Fang Zhilan caught a glimpse, but didn't dare to look further, then closed her eyes, letting Chu Qingshu do whatever she wanted.

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After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the inn, and the driver said outside: "Miss, we're here."

Chu Qingshu planned to carry Fang Zhilan out, whose whole body was limp into a pool of water, but she forcibly refused: "I'll go by myself."

Having said that, Fang Zhilan was able to get out of the carriage only after being half-armed and half-embraced by Chu Qingshu.

The town here relies on the water system, and it is an important hub for traveling from south to north. Naturally, there are all kinds of people around, and it is very lively.You can even hear various foreign accents.

Fang Zhilan got out of the carriage, and heard the little girl in the inn swearing from afar: "Fuck, why don't you stay in an inn if you don't have money, you stinking shameless, go live in the Town God's Temple!"

As he spoke, a small figure was pushed out, almost bumping into someone else.

That figure was staggering, looking unstable and about to fall, happened to be in front of Fang Zhilan, and she hurriedly supported her.

The four eyes met, and both of them were shocked.

"Miss!"

"Green sleeves?"