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In the window, Feng Jing sat alone on the sofa, tilting his head slightly, looking at the night pearl outside the window, and stepping into infinite reverie.

Occasionally, the night breeze blew through the unclosed glass window, gently brushing the broken hair on his forehead and stirring up his sorrow. I don't know when the spring breeze parted with spring, and the cool breeze of summer appeared on the stage of the season, bringing a trace of coolness to people. In response to the coldness, Feng Jing came back from his sorrow, turned his head to look at the closed door, and couldn't help but frown, got up, and walked to the bedroom where the door was closed.

An hour ago, Yao Qian came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, sat on the sofa next to Feng Jing, followed his gaze to the stars outside the window, and walked into contemplation, no one spoke. Suddenly a gust of wind hit, Feng Jing came back to his senses, turned his head to her, looked at his slightly curled body, stretched out his hand, and said, "Give me your hand." ”

"Why?" Yao Qian looked at him a little bewildered, and didn't give him her hand.

"Do you feel a little cold?"

Yao Qian looked at him with some doubts, how did he know that he felt cold? After thinking for a while, he nodded his head and said, "Yes! What's wrong? ”

"Give me that hand, it will be warmer." Feng Jing didn't say too much, and stretched out his hand to her again.

"Come less." Yao Qian pursed her mouth, got up and walked to the window, and said while closing the window, "If the window is closed, it won't be cold." ”

"No, I'm not talking about the wind, I'm talking about the evil qi on your body, without my true qi you will die of cold......"

"Stop." Before Feng Jing finished speaking, Yao Qian raised his hand and stopped what he was about to say, "Sister is not interested in a little boy like you, don't talk to me about some fantasy words, it's nothing." If you have extra time to be idle, think about how to save your girlfriend Xu Aiyi! ”

"My girlfriend? Hmph—" Feng Jing's head lowered and snorted thoughtfully.

"That's right." Yao Qian looked at his slightly frowning brows, remembered the girl he was holding in his arms in the Zoomlion Hotel, hugged his hands on his chest, pinned his head to the side, put on a thinking posture, and said leisurely, "Who will be your girlfriend for someone like you?" ”

In response to that slightly vinegary remark, Feng Jing raised his head and looked at Yao Qian for a long time. Seeing that Yao Qian was uncomfortable, she put down the hand that was holding her chest, looked at herself, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?" ”

"Sister, do you like me?" Feng Jing opened his mouth and asked the same question as in the Zoomlion Hotel.

Yao Qian was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and said while walking to the bedroom: "You are less narcissistic, my sister is not cold to you little fresh meat, it is better to wash and go to bed early, narcissism is sad." ”

"Sister......

"Also, don't mess with my things." Yao Qian didn't wait for him to finish, and interrupted him again, as if to interrupt the inadvertent embarrassment just now, "What you said will count, and follow me back to the police station the day after tomorrow." ”

Feng Jing nodded unconsciously, hummed, and was about to say what happened just now, when the door slammed and was shut.

Feng Jing looked at the closed door in a daze, slowly closed his open lips, turned his head, looked at the stars outside the window, and fell into contemplation of the past...... Will he be able to live his previous life when he returns to Dongcheng University? Will Su Rong forgive him? What to do after rescuing Xu Aiyi? Where do your abilities come from? And why are so many things happening in a series of things......

Yao Qian attached herself to the door, listening carefully to the stillness of the living room, and her thoughts entered into reflection...... Why should she be nervous? Why is it embarrassing? Do you really miss the hand that he caressed his chest and like him......

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Feng Jing attached his ear to the door, listening carefully to the movement in the room, but he couldn't hear anything, not even breathing. His heart couldn't help but tremble, and he wanted to kick the door in, but the moment he raised his foot, he still stopped, after all, she was a girl. He put his feet down, raised his head, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Sister, are you asleep?" ”

There was no response from the room for a long time, and he knocked twice more, shouting the sentence even louder, but there was still a dead silence, and only the occasional sound of the breeze outside pounding the window could be heard.

Suddenly, Feng Jing was startled, said badly, raised his foot and kicked down, and with a bang, the door slammed against the wall, and the top of the door shaft fell.

Under the pale yellow moonlight, Yao Qian's cold and pale face became even more terrifying, like a hard corpse frozen in a morgue. Feng Jing, who was standing at the door and looked at the corpse in a daze, couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart, then his eyes closed, and he turned around and was about to move to the sofa.

Sister, do you like me? This sentence suddenly entered Feng Jing's mind, his eyes opened suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he disappeared outside the door in an instant, and came to Yao Qian's bed. He reached over and broke open her eyes, looked at her dilated pupils, then pulled her hand from the quilt and took it, and for a moment the corners of his lips habitually twitched back, obviously, there was still hope.

"Sister, I'm sorry." With that, Feng Jing leaned over, lifted the quilt covering her, untied the thin pajamas on her upper body, and suddenly two plump peaks fell out.

Uh--Feng Jing saw such a plump one for the first time in his life, so he couldn't help but reach over and press it, hard. He looked at his finger in a daze, and thought of a sentence - fairy tales are all lies.

Alas! He sighed, turned to the head of the bed, and crossed his feet. When everything was brewing, he took a deep breath, put his palms on Yao Qian's cold and smooth back, closed his eyes, and injected a breath of true qi into her body.

After about ten minutes, the skin on Yao Qian's back began to sag, and it felt like it was no longer stiff. Feng Jing, who felt the touch, opened her eyes, touched her back with both hands, and then withdrew the true qi that was walking in her body.

"Sister, whether you can survive or not depends on your own creation." After that, Feng Jing flattened his body, then took off his shirt, lay down next to her, grabbed the quilt and covered the two of them. Feng Jing lifted the emanation in front of her face, stuck his chin on her shoulder, hugged her tightly, and then turned his body and pressed against her, and the two tender skins were close together without any gaps.

The night breeze outside the window still gently beat the window, making a slight thumping sound. The moon and stars still fill the sky, which is very bright and beautiful, giving people a sense of contentment. The two people embracing each other in the house may also be happy, or maybe the happiness has just begun.

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