You Sound Sleepy

Lin Mian's breathing and consciousness had stagnated as early as Que Qingyan leaned over to kiss.

His fingertips rubbed against the skin behind her ears, and his wrists accidentally touched the sensitive side of her neck. Lin Mian didn't even blink his eyes this time, and the consciousness that had just been picked up disappeared again, and he felt all blood rushing up the carotid artery to his brain in a daze.

Holding the digital screen and manuscript in her arms, she half-turned her head up and obediently asked and asked, completely becoming a hamster fossil.

The paper Lin Mian usually uses to memorize inspirations is not special printing paper. The paper is so thin that sometimes a mark can be drawn out if the pen is too strong.

Therefore, with the paper between her lips, she can clearly perceive the warmth attached to her.

"..."

Que Qingyan Yingjun's eyebrows were close at hand, and Lin Mian could still smell the clear smell of him.

He was kissing her through a piece of manuscript paper.

Kiss... she...

The kiss through the paper only paused for a few seconds, and then Que Qingyan released Lin Mian and stood up straight.

He admitted that this kiss could not be explained impulsively, and even before kissing her, he had already thought through all the considerations in his mind.

Lin Mian asked him if he could chase him last week, but he did not reply immediately. One was because the time was rushed, and the remaining reason was that he wanted to give her a suitable cooling-off period.

Lin Mian has a good impression of him, or he likes it, it's not that he can't feel it. But she didn't know him well, so he was not sure how long this admiring affection would last.

Lin Mian asked him for a bargaining chip that day and the unsuccessful kiss. On the surface, she was taking the initiative, but Que Qingyan knew that these were the results of his deliberate guidance.

The atmosphere was ambiguous and out of control that day. When he returned to the apartment, Lin Mian would ask if he could chase him, which was reasonable.

Que Qingyan has passed the age of being emotionally hot, and his reason is greater than impulse. Even if he is really tempted, he will put himself in a leading position to advance and retreat properly. He was considerate and gave her time to calm down, and he was also leaving room for himself.

But after a week of calming down, Lin Mian still wanted to chase him.

Que Qingyan's gaze swept over her stunned expression, read the content on the manuscript paper again, smiled and asked: "When did you draw it?"

Lin Mian's eyes were dull, and his lips behind the paper moved, almost subconsciously replying: "From the day I came back from the clubhouse..."

As soon as the words were spoken, she finally remembered that she still had the function of blinking.

After opening his eyes for too long, Lin Mian realized that his eyes were sore after he returned to the cage. In the blink of an eye, physiological tears filled up uncontrollably, his eyes were red, as if he was being bullied and crying.

It was too late, Que Qingyan pressed the elevator downstairs for her, looked down at her, and said, "Go back."

Lin Mian's mind was full of the kiss just now, and the tip of his nose touched the manuscript paper that blocked the lower half of his face, and he almost shut his breath with regret.

That... just now isn't a kiss in the true sense of the word.

She freed her hand to fold the manuscript paper down, raised her eyes eagerly to see Que Qingyan, blushing terribly, and asked unwillingly, "I blocked it just now, can I...can I encourage you again?"

It didn't count after that, and I lowered my eyes to confirm that this time the manuscript paper would no longer be blocked, and then raised my head.

Que Qingyan's gentlemanly demeanor, which he put aside not long ago, has not yet returned, and he calmly replied: "Don't want to go back tonight?"

The effect of fighting poison with poison was obvious, and Lin Mian reacted, this time even the exposed skin of his neck became red.

Xiao had been thinking about the idea that she wanted to sleep with him for a long time.

But Lin Mian can be sure that if she really "does not want to" at this time, the just allowed to chase him may develop into "don't even think about chasing him in this life".

Her heart was beating violently, and she couldn't reach her speed after reciting it three times.

"Que Qingyan," Lin Mian looked aggrieved and unwilling to walk into the elevator, but he did not forget to show his loyalty, "I...I will chase you seriously."

"..." Que Qingyan burst into laughter, and answered, "Good night."

No good night.

After returning home, Lin Mian consciously washed up, looked at the manuscript for a long time, spread out the creases and flattened them, and put them on the head of the bed.

After rolling a few laps in the bed, Lin Mian put on his hot face, stretched out his hand in the dark, and patted the bedside lamp again.

Lin Mian buried half of his face in the pillow, taking a deep breath, trying to cool himself down.

She was full of images from just now.

fundamental……

Can't sleep ah ah ah...

Que Qingyan agreed with her to chase him.

She shamelessly asked him for encouragement, and he really gave it.

Lin Mian was so sober that she could run laps in the middle of the night. She wanted to watch the movie to calm her mind, but when she turned out the horror movie disc, she thought of something again. She blushed on the cover of the **** and terrifying disc for a long time before turning It was stuffed back.

At two o'clock in the morning, Lin Mian got up from the bed for the third time, and decided to go to the kitchen to boil milk and find something for herself.

Between boiling the milk, she stalked in front of the milk-scented little milk pot, reminiscing about tonight.

Since she is able to chase the truth in a fair manner now, she must show some sincerity...

Five minutes later, Lin Mian drank the milk and picked up the phone to make a reservation.

The next morning, Que Qingyan ran back in the morning and called Que Min.

"I'll just say how you would call me in person," Que Min rarely received his call, and teased him while drinking morning tea. "My skirt can be given to cotton, so she doesn't need to let her return me. .

"If the little girl comes to me, I will say, let her come to you and give you the skirt." Que Min thought about it and laughed, "But it's all my family, and there is nothing left to return. That's right. , Is the little girl awake?"

Que Min felt that the two were living together, but Que made no explanation, and said calmly: "I'll make up another one for you."

After hanging up the phone, Que Qingyan received an unfamiliar call.

"Hello, is it Mr. Que?" The other person asked with a respectful and polite voice, smiling, "I am the clerk of Liuxin Flower Express, and I am now stopped outside of your community. Is it convenient for you to fetch flowers now?"

Lin Mian suffered from insomnia all night, and was still full of energy in the morning. She stepped on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom, thinking about calling Bai Jiayi on the phone.

She ordered a bouquet of flowers last night, and it should be delivered at about this time. I don’t know if Que Qingyan received it...

On the other side, the florist who finally entered the apartment stood at the door of the tenth floor, holding a bunch of flowers, and handing them over with a greeting card.

Seeing the man in front of him, the flower delivery clerk was surprised and thought, no wonder the flower delivery customer was so willing. Once he ordered, he ordered the flower delivery service for three consecutive months.

The bouquets are exquisitely packaged, with clusters of white gypsophila and calla lilies intertwined, and the gold-rimmed greeting card has a light fragrance, and the word "Lin Mian" is written on the signature.

"This is the flower that Miss Lin gave you. Please sign for it." The flower delivery person returned to his senses, "I wish you a happy life."

Que Qing said: "..."