Spear Teacher

Chapter 212

Feeling the hot dampness on her neck, and the feverish dog head that was gradually becoming heavy.

"......"

Jiang Qiyu sighed slowly.

Although Qi Yu's words seemed irrelevant.

But in the current situation, it does make sense.

With his current physical condition, he really gave people a feeling of being short-lived and not living to the next day.

"?"

Isn't this kid hard to kill?

He didn't die even when climbing Mount Everest, but he would die if he had a fever here?

I don't want to be on the social news tomorrow because of the death of a certain entrepreneur named Q.

"Sit down first, I'll find you some medicine."

So Jiang Qiyu could only support Qi Yu resignedly, trying to half drag and half hold him to move him to the sofa.

"......"

But no matter how hard she tried to support him, the person who pressed half of his body on her remained motionless.

The hot and wet kiss still lingered on the neck, and even his arms were wrapped around his back without him noticing.

The difference in size between the two was particularly obvious at this moment.

The petite girl was almost completely embraced by the man.

It was a perfect fit.

"?"

You kid, are you pretending to faint?

After noticing his little move, Jiang Qiyu simply released her strength.

She raised her hand without saying a word, and her slightly cool fingertips brushed across the hot earlobes, and then slowly went around to the back of the man's head buried deep in her neck.

Her white five fingers slowly inserted into his thick black hair, and after deeply entangled with it——

Then suddenly tightened!

"Hiss——"

A light and rapid inhalation sounded in her ears.

Jiang Qiyu's eyes were full of smiles, and she looked into the pair of dark eyes that were forced to retreat:

"You, boy, are you Dracula?"

"......"

And Qi Yu's state at this time was really different from the arrogant and unruly face of the young master at ordinary times.

He was not annoyed when she pulled his hair.

He just lowered his eyes and stared at the small light red mark above the clavicle of the person in his arms.

In the dark and bright eyes, there was satisfaction after success.

She shook her head gently, and her tone was just like the green tea female supporting role in the abuse novel who tried to seduce the domineering president with her beauty:

"I'm almost dying of illness, and you still want to abuse me?"

"——"

It's a pity that Jiang·Domineering President·Qiyu didn't buy it.

She exerted a little force on her hand and pulled the dog head in front of her a little further away:

"Your body is going to die, but your mouth is not dead, and it will still bite other people's necks. It's terrible."

"......"

The current posture of the two people can almost be described as twisted.

Jiang Qiyu was wrapped around the back by Qi Yu with one hand, and she pulled his hair with one hand, and the other hand was tightly held by him.

Qi Yu's head was pulled back slightly, but he still stubbornly refused to let go and pulled the distance between the two.

At this moment, no one of them cared about this, so they kept this weird posture and started talking.

"Jiang Qiyu,"

Qi Yu slowly frowned and looked up at her, his tone serious:

"This is not right."

Jiang Qiyu raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"I answered your question,"

The man's dark eyes flashed with tiny lights, and the arm around her back slightly pressed the two closer:

"In return, you should also answer a question for me."

The fingers holding the hair loosened slightly, and Jiang Qiyu looked at him with some amusement:

"What's your question?"

"..."

Faced with her submissive attitude, Qi Yu was stunned.

In fact, he had prepared a lot of things during this period.

Originally, it was planned that when he returned to China and the gifts arrived, he must give her a formal and unforgettable confession.

But the rational plan was broken by the emotion.

The unruly and noble young master slowly lowered his head on such an ordinary night and in an informal occasion.

Willing to bow to the throbbing heart.

He said:

"So what is our relationship now?"

"......"

Jiang Qiyu loosened her fingers hanging behind his head, paused, and chose to gently touch the man's messy hair with her palm.

She stared into his eyes, avoiding the question as if deliberately changing the subject:

"I remember that you asked this question once before."

"......"

Qi Yu certainly remembered.

Not only this question.

There was also the starry and burning eyes when she looked up that night, and her words "Qi Yu, do you want a kiss?".

And the kiss with the mellow aroma of wine.

At that time, he, who was born with allergies, finally understood why some people were addicted to alcohol, which can paralyze the nerves.

He originally disdained it.

But after tasting the aroma of wine himself,Only then did he understand what it meant to be satisfied after having tasted the marrow.

After that day, he thought a lot.

But he still rashly asked this question for the first time when she was talking:

'Jiang Qiyu, what do you think our relationship is now? '

Now, this is the second time he asked this question.

The first time, he stopped at the point, feeling that he could easily control the progress.

But the second time, he just needed an answer urgently.

"......"

Seeing the man's expression slightly startled, Jiang Qiyu knew that he had not forgotten.

Her soft palm gently stroked Qi Yu's hair soothingly, and she asked back:

"Do you remember what I answered at that time?"

"You said at that time..."

Qi Yu frowned, "Let me go to the temple to ask the Bodhisattva another day."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu smiled, her delicate eyebrows slightly curved, with a hint of understanding on her face:

"Then you definitely didn't ask."

"......How do you know I didn't go?"

"Because I asked myself the next day,"

While speaking, she took back the hand that was just pulling the man's hair and placed it between the two of them.

Then, Qi Yu saw the slender and soft five fingers in front of him slightly open, and then the thumb and index finger were slightly bent, and the fingertips were close together...

He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows in confusion:

"......Three?"

"No,"

Jiang Qiyu pinched her fingertips and posed a posture of becoming a Buddha on the spot:

"The Bodhisattva said, 'OK'."

——

Half an hour later

"Let me see the thermometer."

"What does OK mean?"

"......"

"39.8 degrees? You are awesome!"

"What does OK mean?"