Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Anlan hugged her waist from behind, buried her face in her neck, "Why don't you sleep?"

She smiled, put her fingers on the back of his hand lightly, and then asked in a faint voice: "Qin Anlan, do you think insomnia is contagious?"

Qin Anlan turned her around, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her seriously.

After a long time, he said softly: "Go to sleep, insomnia is not good for the little girl's skin."

He took her to his bedroom...the princess.

Her slender arms naturally hugged his neck, her eyes were covered with her long hair, and she asked gently, "Qin Anlan, is this also a safe range?"

"Yes!" He gave her the answer and put her on the bed carefully.

She saw that he had no plans to sleep, so she was a little flattered that he could treat her like that just now.

He lowered his eyes and asked what he wanted to ask: "Are you...missing her?"

At that moment, the male body under her fingers tensed, and the muscles felt tensed.

Qin Anlan looked at her with a sharpness in her eyes that she had never seen before.

His thin lips were pressed into a straight line. Later, his voice was a little harsh: "Who told you?"

She half fell on the bed, he was half pressed, this posture is really ambiguous——

If his eyes and voice are not so blunt.

Ye Liangqiu's small mouth was also a little tight. She couldn't stand the stare in his eyes, turned her face away, and whispered, "There are photos in the bedside table."

He then remembered, holding her with one hand, opening the bedside table with one hand, and touching a picture frame with his fingers.

That is a group photo of three people.

He, Shen Lian, and Tang Yu.

That was them when they were twenty, green years.

Qin Anlan looked at the photo and released Ye Liangqiu...

When he let go of her, she knew that he still couldn't let it go.

To him, she was just someone who passed the time when she was bored and lonely.

In my heart, there was a touch of indescribable loneliness, that kind of feeling, not too good.

Ye Liangqiu smiled softly, laughing stupidly...

Qin Anlan sat aside, looked at it for a while, and touched it with his finger, seeming to stroke it with nostalgia.

Finally, he put the frame back in the drawer, and when he looked at her again, he said lightly: "Sleep."

This time, he didn't want to leave, but hugged her to sleep together.

In the silent night, how can a man and a woman fall asleep easily?

She breathed as lightly as possible, but her body couldn't help but move around.

Qin Anlan opened his eyes and looked at the little black head in his arms, threatening in a low voice: "Ye Liangqiu, if you dare to move, I will replace you."

"You just change it." She was still a little emotional.

He laughed, his fingers slowly tightened, and he touched her belly, where unexpectedly there was some meat.

So, his fingers stayed there for a while longer, and she was so soft that his fingers almost melted away.

"It looks thin, but there is meat on his belly." His voice was dull, but he tried to be as calm as possible.

She didn't want to admit it, and didn't want her to know that he had some thoughts, and somewhere it directly showed that he was responding.

Ye Liangqiu's voice was also a little floating, "Sister Ying said, it's not good for the female artist to get fat."

"Not fat!" He smiled, "That's good."

Because it feels comfortable...

It may be that they get along so naturally that they have forgotten that they did it once, and that time, he had no measures.

She thought he would do it, but he forgot that he didn't.