The sun after the rain is very bright, just like a person after a sad heart, he always finds comfort, even if it is an excuse he makes for himself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sunlight poured in through the pale blue glass windows, shining on the bed, crawling towards the head of the person on the bed.

Feng Jing didn't sleep well last night, and he always had a pimple in his heart, which made it difficult for him to sleep. It wasn't until dawn that he fell asleep unconsciously.

And then, he woke up again. He raised his head buried in Yao Qian's long hair, and glanced at the clock at the head of the bed, it was ten o'clock.

It's not too early, he muttered to himself. The hand slowly withdrew from Yao Qian's neck under the pillow, for fear of waking her up. When he pulled it out, he tiptoed open the sheets, got out of bed, and went out the door.

Last night, maybe it was also an amorous night, and it had nothing to do with whether there were stars and moons in the sky.

He put his arms around her, and she snuggled up to her, looking out the window at the rainstorm, frolicking. I don't think it's late at night, and Yao Qian has to sleep again.

"Go to bed, get comfortable." Feng Jing patted her arm.

"Well, I don't."

"I'm going back to sleep too!"

"Stay with me a little longer."

"It's been a while."

"It's raining outside, so I can't walk."

"No need to go, I'll change."

"No, I'm afraid of thunder."

Feng Jing was speechless, grinned, leaned his head on his head again, looked at the pouring rain outside the window, and stepped into his thoughts.

After Yao Qian fell asleep, he picked her up, laid her flat on the bed, and covered her with a sheet. But as soon as he whispered goodnight, and was about to turn away, he grabbed it with one hand and refused to leave.

Feng Jing naturally knew that Yao Qian had woken up, but she was the captain of the criminal police, how could such a movement not wake her up. He broke her hand, but did not break it, and exclaimed with a sigh, "Sister." ”

"Hmm......" Yao Qian opened her eyes and pouted.

"It's finally okay to turn off the lights."

In fact, he didn't want to leave, for some reason, staying with Yao Qian always brought him a sense of comfort, maybe this is called love! But he didn't figure it out.

At the same time, he did not dare to choose to take the initiative in front of a woman seven years older than him, perhaps this was the reason why the teachers had been too serious for a long time, making him have a sense of awe for those who were close to him but older than him.

Obviously, Yao Qian saw that he lacked a sense of security. She's a smart woman, she's never really going to say it or do anything against it, she's going to guide him out of it—he's grown up.

Feng Jing turned off the lights and hid next to Yao Qiangang, lying like a zombie.

Yao Qian leaned over, took his hand, put it under his neck, and pillowed it himself. Then he reached out and took his other hand, put it on his waist, shrunk into his arms, kissed him like a dragonfly on his lips, and then said goodnight and buried his head in his neck.

Although he had slept with her in his arms all night last night, he was still stunned, unable to adapt to this kind of warmth.

Smelling her elegant body fragrance and the thin mint hair, he couldn't help but have a high lust, his lips kissed on his hair, and the hand on her waist slowly stroked up, vividly alarming the person in her arms, very obscene.

"Why?" Yao Qian suddenly slapped away the salty pig that was going to her chest.

Feng Jing couldn't help but be stunned, sighed, and said, "Sister, I feel very uncomfortable with you like this. ”

"You don't like me?"

"What's the matter, what do you like to do!" Feng Jing's hand touched her again.

"That's the body!" As she spoke, Yao Qian raised her head, as if she wanted to see Feng Jing's appearance clearly in the dark, she pulled her finger and nodded on his heart, "There is no here." ”

Platonic love. This sentence suddenly rushed into Feng Jing's mind. He let out a long breath, tightened her body, closed her eyes, forcibly resisted the temptation on her body, and said, "Then let me continue to suffer like this, it's finally okay!" ”

Giggle...... Yao Qian smiled and hid her head at his neck, and said coquettishly: "It's about the same." ”

Yao Qian is a smart woman, she doesn't want to give her body to a boy whose mind is not yet mature, the future is too variable, not to mention that she is seven years older than him, and she is a junior who has not yet turned positive. Although she also had that need, she had to slowly guide him to grow up.

Alas! As a sister, there is no way, she has to worry about this.

……

Feng Jing gently closed the door, for fear of waking up the sleeping people inside. But as everyone knows, the people inside have already woken up, just pretending to be asleep. At this time, he was sitting on the bed, with a hint of a smile, looking at the closed door for a long time.

Feng Jing was about to pull his legs and walk towards the stairs, but he had just taken two steps from the door of 303, stopped, and turned around and walked towards 301.

The hand pressed the doorknob, and with a click, the door opened.

The style of the room is the same as Yao Qian's, but the direction is just the opposite. Facing the door were two chairs, and on the left against the wall was a square table with a simple dressing table in it. On the opposite side of the dresser is a large single bed with a blue glass window to the right of the bed, a simple women's room.

Feng Jing's gaze was retracted from the glass window, and just when he didn't turn his head and wanted to turn away, he suddenly stopped, his head came back again, looked at the corner of the wall, and walked to the window.

He saw a black thing like a button in the corner, walked over, pinched it in his hand, and couldn't help but be stunned, and muttered, "Tracker." ”

Seeing the tracker's first reaction, Feng Jing felt that he was being used by Xu Aiyi again. The corners of his lips grinned, and he got up and walked to the door with a soft snort. But he hadn't taken two steps before his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he glanced at the tracker in his hand again, and looked at the unmade bed.

"Not good." Feng Jing suddenly muttered, he remembered the Lone Eagle group.

With a dodge, Feng Jing rushed out of the door, went down the stairs, and ran to the west.

In room 303, Yao Qian snuggled in front of the window, looking at the people running in the open space, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she was a little moved. It wasn't until Feng Jing disappeared from her sight that she withdrew her gaze and tidied up the room.

After everything was tidied up, she came to the window, looked in the direction where Feng Jing left, then closed the window, picked up the backpack she had sorted out on the bed, and walked towards the door.

Going out the door and downstairs, she walked through the open space and towards the southwest, where Feng Jing's residence was located.

Bang bang, Feng Jing knocked on the room in the back building where he lived, and he shouted outside the door: "Brother Dong, Brother Dong......"

The people in the room hummed reluctantly, lazily carrying the quilt over their heads, trying to continue dreaming by continuing to sleep. But the door has been pounded, and the shouts are constant, where can I sleep!

Ahhhh......h The people inside lifted the quilt angrily, looked at the door, looked at the door for a long time, and did not want to step forward to open the door. But no matter how long you look at it, the sound outside is still there, and obviously the people outside know that he is inside.

In desperation, he got up, rubbed his eyes, came to the door, stretched out his hand to open the door, saw Feng Jing outside the door, and said impatiently: "Senior brother, is there something?" ”

It was none other than Feng Jing's junior brother Xu Dong who opened the door. He was a night owl, and he didn't go to sleep until the fourth king o'clock every day, and it was not too much past eight o'clock. Therefore, no matter who came to disturb him at this time, he greeted him with this extremely impatient expression, even if it was Master Zhang Fan, he would not give him a good face.

"Brother Dong, what is this?" Feng Jing showed Xu Dong the black button-sized tracker in his hand and said.

"Tracker." Xu Dong glanced at it casually, turned around and walked to the bed, ignoring Feng Jing.

Feng Jing naturally knew that Xu Dong knew that this was a tracker, because Xu Dong had a lot of them here. At a glance, he could recognize the black object the size of a button as a tracker, all thanks to him, a junior brother, because he had such a thing in the button before, and he was always tired of monitoring it, or his master was watching.

"But it's also in Xu Aiyi's room." Feng Jing followed Xu Dong and walked in.

"What's wrong?" Xu Dong took off the sheet, lay back down, and said lazily.

"We've been followed."

"And then?"

"Xu Aiyi went down the mountain yesterday, she may be in danger."

"What's the matter with me?"

In room 303, Yao Qian snuggled in front of the window, looking at the people running in the open space, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she was a little moved. It wasn't until Feng Jing disappeared from her sight that she withdrew her gaze and tidied up the room.

After everything was tidied up, she came to the window, looked in the direction where Feng Jing left, then closed the window, picked up the backpack she had sorted out on the bed, and walked towards the door.

Going out the door and downstairs, she walked through the open space and towards the southwest, where Feng Jing's residence was located.

Bang bang, Feng Jing knocked on the room in the back building where he lived, and he shouted outside the door: "Brother Dong, Brother Dong......"

The people in the room hummed reluctantly, lazily carrying the quilt over their heads, trying to continue dreaming by continuing to sleep. But the door has been pounded, and the shouts are constant, where can I sleep!

Ahhhh......h The people inside lifted the quilt angrily, looked at the door, looked at the door for a long time, and did not want to step forward to open the door. But no matter how long you look at it, the sound outside is still there, and obviously the people outside know that he is inside.

In desperation, he got up, rubbed his eyes, came to the door, stretched out his hand to open the door, saw Feng Jing outside the door, and said impatiently: "Senior brother, is there something?" ”

It was none other than Feng Jing's junior brother Xu Dong who opened the door. He was a night owl, and he didn't go to sleep until the fourth king o'clock every day, and it was not too much past eight o'clock. Therefore, no matter who came to disturb him at this time, he greeted him with this extremely impatient expression, even if it was Master Zhang Fan, he would not give him a good face.

"Brother Dong, what is this?" Feng Jing showed Xu Dong the black button-sized tracker in his hand and said.

"Tracker." Xu Dong glanced at it casually, turned around and walked to the bed, ignoring Feng Jing.

Feng Jing naturally knew that Xu Dong knew that this was a tracker, because Xu Dong had a lot of them here. At a glance, he could recognize the black object the size of a button as a tracker, all thanks to him, a junior brother, because he had such a thing in the button before, and he was always tired of monitoring it, or his master was watching.

"But it's also in Xu Aiyi's room." Feng Jing followed Xu Dong and walked in.

"What's wrong?" Xu Dong took off the sheet, lay back down, and said lazily.

"We've been followed."

"And then?"

"Xu Aiyi went down the mountain yesterday, she may be in danger."

"What's the matter with me?"