Spear Teacher

Jiang Qiyu was almost broken by his words about the crystal pendant.

She casually raised her sleeve to wipe her nose, and while wiping, she muttered stubbornly:

"This is the fruit of my wisdom, do you understand? Sneeze!!!"

Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help but sneezed loudly, causing Qi Yu to frown again.

"......"

She also knew that she was not right. Although she didn't admit defeat, she subconsciously turned her head away.

After being rained for a long time and wearing wet clothes, she should have caught a cold.

Thinking of this, she was quite civic-minded and moved slightly outward, so that the two bodies that were originally close together were slightly separated.

But just as she moved an inch away, her small movements were noticed by Qi Yu beside her.

"What are you twisting?"

"......"

Jiang Qiyu paused in her movement, then stretched out a hand to cover her mouth and nose, and a dull voice came out through her palm:

"I seem to have a cold, stay away from me——"

Before she finished her words, the distance she had just managed to move away was instantly shortened again.

Even closer than before.

A solid and broad chest with a warm breath gently approached her, and the man held her in his arms in an unrejectable posture.

With her head pressed against his chin, Jiang Qiyu could not turn around, so she could only bend her neck and pat him with her hand:

"Brother, although I know I am infinitely charming, you'd better restrain yourself...ah!"

Halfway through her words, Qi Yu's hand came around from behind, and flicked her forehead with his fingers.

"If you don't want to freeze to death, shut up."

The man spoke, and his warm breath sprayed all over her neck, pouring into her collar from top to bottom along with the rain dripping from her hair.

The feeling of cold and hot instantly made her numb from the side of her neck to behind her ears.

It really made Jiang Qiyu, who was still struggling slightly, shut up instantly.

"..."

She paused, and her mind flashed through Qi Yu's face, which was so handsome that it could quickly break through the hot search after appearing on the screen for dozens of seconds.

After quickly weighing the pros and cons in her mind, she came to such a conclusion:

This wave is not a loss.

Thinking of this, she immediately relaxed her slightly tense waist and back, and leaned her body into his arms with peace of mind.

It was pouring outside the awning, but the small temporary shelter gradually rose with a faint warmth.

The two fought together for two days, and because of various accidents, they were forced to be trapped in this small and ambiguous space together, snuggling with each other for warmth.

The passion between a man and a woman is about to explode...

"Ah--sneeze!!!"

Although Jiang Qiyu and Qi Yu are now in a small space together and in ambiguous positions, their conversation is indeed puzzling.

"Can you be quieter? I thought I was struck by lightning."

"Brother, is this something I can control? Haven't you heard that there are three things people can't hide: coughing, poverty, and sneezing. Do you understand?"

"I can't hold down Vladimir Nabokov's coffin anymore."

"What do you mean by 'lucky husband'? Who is 'lucky husband'?"

"You."

"Nonsense! When I was a kid, I spent 20 yuan to have a fortune-teller tell my fortune under the overpass."

"What did he calculate?"

"The master calculated that I only have one life."

"..."

"Then I spent another 20 yuan to have it calculated again, so I have two lives."

"Hiss..."

Qi Yu took a breath of cold air. He was now very curious about what was in the head of the man in his arms?

He was about to speak, but Jiang Qiyu, who had foresight, immediately raised her arm and covered the man's mouth behind him accurately with her small hand:

"We are one family, don't speak."

——

The heavy rain outside showed no sign of stopping for a while, and the two chatted casually.

Almost most of the time, Jiang Qiyu was talking about something unrestrained, and Qi Yu occasionally answered or mocked.

Her topic was almost without depth, and there was even no connection between the previous and the next two sentences.

But Qi Yu, who has always lacked patience, listened to her words one by one, and even responded in time.

They talked back and forth, and in the end, no one knew who stopped talking first, who stabilized their breathing first, and they just leaned against each other and fell asleep.

Gradually waking up, Jiang Qiyu felt that her neck was about to be pressed into a roast chicken, and it seemed that there was a heavy burden on her head that made her dizzy and breathless.

It took a lot of effort to wake Qi Yu up. Before she could think about why she didn't mutate while sleeping, she was immediatelyThe scene outside the shed attracted her attention.

She patted Qi Yu's arm excitedly and spoke with difficulty:

"The rain has subsided."

As soon as the words fell, not only Qi Yu looked at her in surprise, but even Jiang Qiyu herself was a little stunned.

Who? Who is talking? !

She reacted immediately, covered her burning throat with both hands, and shouted hoarsely:

"Baojuan, my throat! My throat!"

How come she, a lark in the world, turned into a walking duck in the village after waking up? !

"..."

Qi Yu ignored her dramatic behavior and took action directly.

He held the back of her head with one hand, and his big palm accurately touched her smooth forehead.

Feeling the burning heat from his palm, his face darkened:

"A little fever."

Getting up in the rain since early morning, coupled with strenuous exercise, ordinary people can't help but feel overwhelmed.

He used to participate in extreme sports abroad and was physically strong, but Jiang Qiyu, a weakling, couldn't stand it. Although he let her lean on him just now, he still had a fever after sleeping.

Qi Yu frowned, lowered his eyes to look at her little face that had turned a little red due to the fever, paused, and raised his hand to start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Hey, hey, hey - what are you beating?"

Jiang Qiyu met him and started to take off his clothes without saying anything. She immediately stretched out her hands to cover her eyes, and then immediately separated her fingers.

Her eyes kept scanning the man's open collar, her eyes lingering on the exposed collarbone and the thin waist wrapped in short sleeves.

While silently repeating "It's a waste not to look" in her heart, she tried to cover up:

"You can't destroy our pure comradeship. Although I know I'm pretty, you--ah (↗)"

Qi Yu quickly took off his windproof combat uniform, and then covered Jiang Qiyu's head with the hood, blocking her rolling eyes.

"Put it on, so that others won't say that I've been raised to death by you."

"Hehe."

Jiang Qiyu was not surprised. She smiled twice and wrapped the coat that was several sizes too big around her.

After putting it on, her eyes involuntarily moved to someone.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

I used to think that this guy had a good figure and looked good in any clothes. After taking a closer look today, I found that there was indeed something on him.

Noticing that her eyes were getting more and more wanton and her gaze was looking down, Qi Yu was not annoyed, but just curled his lips slightly and said openly:

"What? Let me show you more?"

Is there such a good thing?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiyu immediately grinned and nodded vigorously:

"OK! This is just a little bit bigger."

Qi Yu's mouth corners immediately froze, his muscles tensed instantly, and he slowly squeezed out a sentence from his back teeth:

"What did you say?"

"...things."