Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

When Qinger returned to the room with the cooked milk, A Yao had changed her pajamas and was lying on the bed. His bandaged right hand was placed on the head of the bed, and the left hand was holding a mobile phone while making a call.

"No, don't come over now." His tone was a bit helpless. "I don't want to be disturbed... No, Sister Qing'er doesn't want... You still care more about Dad and Xiaomu... I should sleep Well, you have to rest early, good night."

He hung up the phone, let out a long sigh of relief, and shook his phone at Qinger, "My mother. She said she was coming to see us..."

"You didn't tell Aunt Jingtong that your hand was hurt?" Qinger sat on the edge of the bed, handed him milk, and his eyes fell on his injured right hand again.

"Of course I can't tell her, my mother is screaming, she can talk for two months with a little injury." A Yao said, obediently drinking the milk, he put down the glass and saw that Qinger was still full of face Worried and apologetic, he couldn't help laughing, and then raised his right hand, as if he wanted to touch her.

"What are you doing!" Qinger was furious and grabbed his wrist. "Let's put it on, don't move!"

"I'm really okay..."

"Shut up! If I'm not obedient, I'll call Aunt Jingtong!" Qing'er was almost mad at him.

The teenager's black eyes seemed to be darkened a bit, and his throat knot slipped a little, and said dumbly: "Qing'er, are you very distressed?"

"...Nonsense." Qinger glared at him.

He smiled and stretched his left arm to embrace her in his arms: "I am very happy."

Suddenly Qinger felt that her heart was sore. She put her chin on his shoulder, and her voice was a little dull: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't trust you. At that time... In fact, I just borrowed the question. As for why..."

"I know." A Yao printed her thin lips on her face with a very serious tone. "I shouldn't have given you such a lot of pressure. I was willing to do so. Don't blame yourself. I will have more patience in the future." ...Not so impulsively naive."

Qing'er rubbed his hair and smiled: "You are young, childish impulse is unavoidable...You have no problem with my temper, but at night, you will never be allowed to have another time! You have to fight with others, what's wrong with this?"

In the end, Qinger's tone gradually became harsher.

"They even dared to bully you..." Mentioning this matter, A Yao's tone chilled again.

"Did I get bullied so easily?" Qinger interrupted him politely, "Promise me, no fights unless necessary in the future!"

A Yao pondered the words "unless necessary" in her heart, and readily agreed: "Okay."

Qing'er was satisfied: "Good." Then he looked up and kissed his chin.

The teenager breathed heavily and bowed her lips.

He kissed a little bit fiercely, so it took a while to get out of control. The left hand clasped on her waist tightened, her eyes widened, and she pushed him away in time, breathing heavily: "...Don't Trouble, you are an injury now..."

He was dissatisfied and kissed her forehead again.

Qing'er smiled and pinched his face and said, "Okay, okay, you are good, you will be rewarded if you are injured."

His eyes lit up: "Yes..."

Qinger raised his hand in time to cover his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile: "You will know when your wound recovers."

He nodded vigorously, not to mention how clever.

Qing'er only felt funny, and patted him and said, "Okay, go to sleep."