Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

However, Yao did not move.

Qinger angry: "Why don't you go yet?"

"Sister Qing'er, what am I doing wrong?" He seemed aggrieved. "Why are you angry?"

"..." It took a while for her to squeeze out a few words, "I'm not angry."

Can she say that she is angry and angry, purely angry? Fortunately, this kid doesn't seem to understand anything, otherwise she must sweep the ground with dignity.

A Yao seemed suspicious. He looked at her several times before turning around and walking to his own room.

Seeing that the bath towel on his waist was crumbling, Qinger's eyebrows jumped fiercely: "Get dressed in the bathroom next time and come out!"

A Yao stepped in, "Okay, sister Qing'er."

I don't know if it was her illusion, she actually heard a little smile from his voice.

Increasingly angry, Qinger stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door.

The bathroom had just been used, and there was still a little heat. Qinger thought of the scene where A Yao was inside. She shivered.

Tomorrow she must drive this boy out without delay!

She shook her head, throwing out her messy thoughts, quickly took a shower, and left the bathroom tightly.

Facts have proved that she was right to wear strictly, because A Yao didn't return to the room at all, he was still in the living room, and it looked like she was waiting for her!

"Aren't you going back to bed!" She glared at him.

Fortunately, his clothes were well worn, otherwise she would be angry.

"I just remembered that I haven't said good night to Sister Qing'er." He didn't dare to smile, his black eyes grinning.

Qing'er lost his temper.

"So... good night?" she said hesitantly.

"Huh." A Yao gave her a deep look, "Sister Qing'er, good night."

The clear voice even gave her the illusion of being extremely gentle.

Qing'er felt a guilt suddenly. The person with the wrong mind was obviously herself, but she was angry at him because of this, and it was too much.

Thinking of this, her face and tone eased a lot: "Go to bed early. There are still many things tomorrow."

"Okay." He smiled again, his feet still not moving.

"Why don't you go?"

"Sister Qing'er leaves first."

"..." Qing'er was scared of him. She had to wave at him. "I'll go back to the room first."

After that, she strode to her room.

A Yao looked at her back, and for a moment, he even wanted to keep up with her.

They were finally together again, but they never returned to their original intimacy.

Unless, it is another kind of intimacy.

...

That night, Qinger had a dream.

She dreamed of being a child. At that time, she seemed to be less than ten years old. A Yao was even younger. She was only five years old.

In the back garden of the presidential palace, she said seriously to the little Douding standing in front of her: "A Yao, I taught you, do you remember?"

"Remember." He nodded obediently.

"It's useless to remember, you have to do it!"

"Then... what if Ah Yao can't do it?"

"If you can't do it, I don't like you!" Qinger said unkindly.

A Yao seemed a little nervous: "I will try my best!"

"Good boy, if you can do it, I will not only like you, but also marry you." She announced proudly.

"Married... is it like father and mother?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, after we get married, we can be together forever!"