You Sound Sleepy

A kiss passed by the palm of his hand, and the warm breath and soft touch from the skin only took a moment. Lin Mian moved too fast, and his eyelashes inadvertently swept across Que Qingyan's wrist bones, with a fleeting tickling.

Lin Mian was still holding each other's hand. She had just washed the wine stains on the corners of her skirt, and her fingertips were cold, but his hands were hot, and people couldn't help but squeeze them tightly.

Lin Mian's heartbeat was like a drum, and he quickly estimated it in his heart.

It’s a good minute, there are about thirty seconds left.

Only this time.

There was no one around, she pressed her heartbeat and raised her eyes to look at Que Qingyan, blushing so much that she could cook shrimp, but her eyes were clear, like a full-bodied animal, and her eyebrows were lined with a subtle sheen.

Que Qingyan was looking down at Lin Mian with deep eyebrows. His look at the moment could not discern emotions, but at least he did not reject her or withdraw his hand.

It's still in the chasing stage, and being too intimate is not worth the loss. Originally, Lin Mian wanted to kiss his palm, holding another hand at best, and then waited a few laps after returning to the apartment to digest and digest, and lower the fire by the way.

can……

Lin Mian was so nervous that the palms of her hands were sweating, pursing her lips, observing Que Qingyan's expression, took a sigh of relief, and stepped on tiptoe to get close to him.

But according to the current situation, she didn't even know how to write these four when she clicked it. She was full of thoughts on how to write each other...

Lin Mian sighed quietly, his guilty gaze moved up from the arc of the man's jaw, and stopped on the other's thin lips.

Que Qingyan's hand was still being pulled gently, and she only clenched his knuckles, not strong, but very nervous.

She wanted to kiss him.

Que Qingyan's eyes moved slightly, and his expression remained silent.

Lin Mian stood on tiptoe and moved up slowly...

The two are getting closer...

Suddenly, her movements stopped.

Lin Mian: "………………"

Her gaze fell on Que Qingyan's chin, maintaining her tiptoe motion, and it took two seconds for her to react.

Even if she's on tiptoe, she still...can't reach him.

...

Que Qingyan saw Lin Mian grabbing his hand and was silent for a few seconds. He raised his eyes sadly and looked at him, suffocating and suffocating with agitated blood, suffocating a word, "You..."

Although the two are close to each other, she will never be able to kiss him without leaning over.

Lin Mian suppressed the boiling cautious thought in his heart and found himself a step down, pretending to be sincere for a while: "Your eyelashes... are so long..."

Que Qing said: "..."

One minute has passed.

I still had a chance to hug it. Lin Mian was aggrieved and discouraged, released his hand, stood back and adjusted his breathing, and whispered with red ears, "My bargaining chip is over, you..."

She looked at Que Qingyan tentatively and asked: "Do you remember that I just..."

Although Lin Mian asked Que Qingyan for a minute of memory, he was not really amnesia. This minute she used to hold a hand and hug or something, but now she actually kissed his...'s hand, if he settled accounts with her after the autumn...

Que Qingyan glanced over Lin Mian's cautious expression.

Before he knew Lin Mian was not his student, she was cramped and cautious in front of him. He regarded this as a kind of avoidance to him as a professor as a student, and later discovered that she was not only not his student, but also to him. Have other thoughts.

Feelings are a kind of soft legal rights. Even if the other party is a little girl, Que Qingyan will not use his own cognition to infer Lin Mian's liking for him.

But in his value judgment, as a person with mature understanding ability, he must have an attitude towards each relationship, either directly reject or choose to accept, instead of letting himself fall into an ambiguous situation like now.

In the past, Que Qingyan's attitude toward others was never to respond, but for Lin Mian, his tolerance limit was higher than that of others.

This tolerance is even guiding.

Lin Mian's heartbeat was violent, and before he came up with a breath, he listened to Que and asked calmly: "Did you want to kiss me just now?"

Too, too straightforward.

"..." Lin Mian couldn't slow down at all, his face flushed, his head was blank for a long time, and he uttered four words without end, "You...you are too tall."

I can't kiss if I want to kiss...

Listen carefully, there is a bit of unwillingness and a bit of shame in his tone.

Lin Mian wanted to observe whether Que Qingyan was angry, and saw him leaning down, his pitch-black eyes lining the light outside the corridor, unexpectedly pressed some smiles.

"In the situation just now," Que Qingyan wrote lightly, "If you can't reach me, you can pull my tie, or even borrow my feet to raise it. In the worst case, you can also ask me for help." He paused before continuing, "Ask me if I can bend down for you to reach."

"..."

Lin Mian was completely stiff when he heard the words, and after reacting for a long time, he suddenly felt burning from the tips of his fingers to the strands of hair.

He he he he is teaching her how to... how to kiss him?

"You," Lin Mian said incompletely with his mature face, "You are..."

"No, it's me, I..." She changed her mouth, repented of herself, and asked softly, "I know now, can I try again?"

"Quinn, how is the little girl?"

A voice suddenly came, Que Qingyan heard the words, and cast his eyes on Cheng Ze who appeared at the end of the corridor.

The two left for too long, and Cheng Ze thought that Lin Mian's wine was spilled by his niece, so he found it out of humanitarianism.

"Cough, sorry," Cheng Ze saw Que Qingyan and the little girl chatting with the little girl face to face in the corridor, and immediately avoided, coughing twice to remedy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've found the wrong place."

Lin Mian felt regretful in his heart, and after Cheng Ze left, he looked at Que Qingyan unfailingly.

Her eyes were black and wet, like a hamster holding a food bowl waiting to be fed.

Que Qingyan cast his eyes down on Lin Mian's face and stopped for a while, and stopped talking.

He didn't give her a chance to try again, he raised his lips slightly, and said, "Go back."

She didn't want to go back at all.

"..." Lin Mian looked at him and said for a while, "I, I'll go to the bathroom again, you should go back first."

Lin Mian went back to the bathroom to wash two cold water faces, grievedly, and pestered to the mirror for ten minutes. After the heat on his face subsided, he returned to the private room of the restaurant.

Que Min was surprised after a meal.

The little girl was fine when she went out, but when she came back, she looked melancholy and didn't have much interest in asking anything.

"What did you say to the little girl?" Que Min handed her daughter to her aunt, and whispered to Que Qingyan and asked, "Why are you bullied?"

Que Qingyan did not explain her guess.

After thinking about it, Que Min felt that Que Qingyan was indeed not this kind of person, and asked: "That's because I was spilled a while ago, and I am still uncomfortable now?"

Cheng Ze was fortunate to see the scene where the two were alone just now, and combined with Lin Mian's look of despair when he came back, he jokingly replied for Que: "It is estimated that Quinn has rejected it."

The voice was low, Lin Mian didn't hear it.

How can it be? Que Min didn’t believe it at all, and smiled directly to Lin Mian: "Mianmian, I sprinkled your skirt just now, so I’m so embarrassed. Or else, I will choose a time when you have free time, and I will pay you. One I like."

Que Min really liked Lin Mian, and did not wait to refuse, and said: "I have brought my suitcase, so I will make do with my clothes first, so as not to feel uncomfortable."

"Right," Que Min asked on a whim, "Mianmian, where do you live now?"

Lin Mian was stunned when he was asked about holding the wine glass. After thinking about it, there was nothing left to say, and said, "Ansha International, I live in an apartment building."

Ansha International...

Que Min was a little familiar, and he wondered: "Yes—"

She looked at Que Qingyan, and then at Lin Mian: "Already live together?"

...

Five minutes later, Lin Mian went to the bathroom again.

...To wash the wine stains accidentally poured on the skirt the second time.