You Sound Sleepy

There was silence in the bedroom.

Lin Mian's brain was temporarily blank, and he looked up silently at Que Qingyan's gaze for a few seconds, almost crushing the phone screen.

Did he see him? !

"I..." Lin Mian's face flushed, and ashamed he wanted to shrink further into the closet, remedially turned off the phone screen, and explained, "I just want to look it up casually..."

Que Qingyan's eyes darkened and he didn't speak.

The more you explain, the more you want to cover it up. Lin Mian was about to shut his breath in regret, and knocked a whole wall in his head.

Lin Mian's eyes were still red, and he was still lying in the corner of the closet without moving. Que Qingyan knelt down and stared at her, without any emotion on her face: "How can you hide in the closet?"

Lin Mian was slightly taken aback, Que Qingyan didn't ask her why she wanted to check...

"I was sorting out my luggage just now," feeling aggrieved, he sank into the closet. Lin Mian didn't complete the second half sentence, unconsciously scratched the sweaters stacked on his hand, and changed the subject with a guilty conscience, "Is it... to eat?"

"Ok."

The two were nestled in the closet alone, and the other squatted outside the closet with knees bent. Que Qingyan's deep and heavy gaze fell on Lin Mian's wet eyelashes, leaning over to lift her out.

Lin Mian was like a small animal that was only fished out of the water. He was graciously picked up by Que Qingyan, and the phone fell on the soft cushion of the closet.

The clear and familiar breath of the other party enveloped him, Lin Mian had forgotten that he was caught in the bag a moment ago, and the grievances in his heart were also wiped out. She stood on tiptoe and grabbed his neck with her arms, pressing and happily whispering: "Que Qingyan."

Que Qing replied. He leaned over to maintain this hug, Ren Linmian buried his head on his shoulders and neck, with thin lips brushing her soft ears, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry now?"

Lin Mian's quilt smoothed the fur with a hug, and his heart was throbbing unconvincingly. As soon as he replied "not too hungry", he felt that the hand attached to his waist was slightly tightened. The next moment, she heard Que's clear words and spoke again, her voice low and low, and asked her: "Have you found any symptoms of frigidity?"

"..." Lin Mian's ear tips instantly became red, and he squatted, "No, no..."

"I haven't checked it yet, do I need to continue to check it?" Que Qingyan's voice was cold and low-magnetic, and his expression naturally suggested to her, "It is normal to understand all aspects of the future spouse's condition before marriage. In fact, you can come directly. Ask me and I will tell you."

Before Lin Mian could digest the series of words "before marriage" and "spouse", he listened to him calmly continue:

"Family status, economic status, including more private physiological status, you can ask." Que Qingyan lowered his eyes and scanned the red ear of the cotton, and smiled, "Or do you just want to know, am I indifferent? "

Ah ah ah ah ah…

Lin Mian was so embarrassed that he couldn't find a place to sew in for a hundred, and was unwilling to let go of the hug, so he buried his head in the neck of Que Qingyan and shook his head vigorously.

When she was nesting in the closet just now, her mind was erratic, staring at the phone for a long time, and she found her **** cold in a ghostly manner.

Lin Mianxin said that she searched and searched, and she accidentally let Que Qingyan know.

Just because two people didn't sleep in the same bedroom, she hid and speculated on him secretly, which was simply too much.

"I don't want to know, I just..."

Lin Mian explained it with difficulty, closed his eyes, and simply gave up. She thought for a moment, and suddenly whispered Que Qingyan softly, saying: "Actually, I tried it a long time ago."

"If one day there is really a chance to...have a chance to get tired of you," it would be too shame to say this, Lin Mian's face gradually reddened, and he slowly followed, "I will definitely not be very reserved."

After seeing Que Qingyan for the first time many years later, her blood had already boiled and burned to the apex of her heart. No matter how many times she blushes, she wants to let him know what she likes without reservation.

Upon hearing this, Que Qingyan released the intimate embrace, constricted a smile, and looked down at Lin Mian.

"I can sleep on the sofa in the master bedroom, and it doesn't matter if I hit the floor." Lin Mian has used all the cheeks of his life on him, pursing his lips and said seriously, "As long as you can...Uh-"

Before the last half sentence "Sleep with me in a bedroom" was spoken, Que Qingyan held her back on her neck and blocked her lips.

The lower lip was touched and kissed. Lin Mian's already red face was burning hot at this time. Before he had time to think about it, he was pressed against his lips and kissed deeply.

Que Qingyan clasped her back waist, her eyes dark.

Lin Mian was caught in the youthfulness of love at the beginning, and his naive and sincere gestures were far more aphrodisiac than all love words.

Emotion is not a strict legal precept, and there are too many factors to provoke. In the face of Lin Mian, even if Que Qingyan deliberately restrained, all her tolerance and depression would always face a contest between out-of-control and self-control, and eventually fell apart before her frank confession, and her uncontrollable **** almost quickly burned up.

The Lin Mian quilt was kissed in a dazed manner, and the breath was broken and disordered. When he recovered, he had already retreated from the closet to the bed, sitting on the bedside and was kissed again.

"..." The lips parted briefly, and Que Qingyan's fingertips rubbed the sensitive skin behind her ears, the eyebrows were sparse and long, and the ending sound hooked like soothing. "Tomorrow morning's itinerary will be pushed back."

Finally had a chance to breathe, Lin Mian adjusted his breath and repeated it subconsciously: "Push?"

She had just reacted from an ambiguous kiss, and gradually understood the meaning of this sentence in the dark eyes of Shangque's clear words.

Yes…

Lin Mian's small heart was instantly overloaded, and his fingers curled up while holding the sheets.

Is that what she meant? !

Under the warm orange light at the head of the bed, Que Qingyan's Yingjun features were sharply defined, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were not as clear and calm as usual. He withdrew the hand holding the back of Lin Mian's neck, his thin lips stuck to the corners of her lips and kissed all the way down. Between his head, the lower jaw and the neck formed a slender and smooth arc.

Lin Mian's ear tips were red, and his heartbeat was so shocking that he couldn't say a word. Hearing Que Qing said: "Don't you want to know, am I indifferent?"

"I…"

Just said a word, Lin Mian's fingers on the bed sheet shook swiftly.

Que Qingyan explained the watch on her left wrist and placed it next to her.

Lin Mian looked down and saw that it was the piece she had given to Que Qingyan before. She also wears one on her wrist, which is a couple watch.

What happened tonight was so sudden that Lin Mian's body was hot enough to heat up the hot springs. There were countless fireworks exploded in his mind, and his hands were shaking slightly. When I was about to ask Que Qingyan why he wanted to give the watch to himself, the next moment he was caught up in the comfortable bed.

The floor heating was turned on in the bedroom. Just now Lin Mian took off his coat when he was packing his luggage. At this time, only a thin sweater was left on him. Que Qingyan's fingers moved upward from her waist along the arc of her spine, and she said something in a low voice.

It's a German sentence. After Lin Mian understood it afterwards, he jumped in his heart.

Is the series name of this watch—

Ichwilldich.

Want you.

The usual legal restraint was released with this watch, like the shackles of lust. The more abstinence, the more destructive it is.

"..." Lin Mian blushed terribly, still silently rubbed his head on Que Qingyan's shoulder, and replied without fear of death, "Me too."

At the moment when she rubbed her head on Que Qingyan's shoulder, Lin Mianxin said, if she had known that those words were so useful, she would have said it from the beginning.

In the second half of the night, Lin Mian didn't even say a complete sentence, his eyes were red and moist, and he whimpered and said.

That night, teacher Mu Mian realized two truths.

One is that you can't talk nonsense.

The other is...

Under the dim light, Que Qingyan hugged Lin Mian out of the bathroom, hugged the person back into the bed, and leaned over and kissed the inside of her wrist: "What's the matter?"

Lin Mian shrank into a shrimp ball in the quilt, showing only the red ear tips. After a while, she couldn't whisper in a low voice: "I want... a mobile phone."

As soon as he got the phone, Lin Mian, with overwhelming sleepiness and tiredness, deleted the searchable webpage aggrievedly.