Chapter 193, Qin Luo's third small bench!

Lin Huanxi is not a woman who is good at expressing feelings, her xìng style is silent, reserved, and seems cold and unapproachable. If it had been before, she would not have said such a revealing word no matter what.

Even if her physical features are obvious, she won't admit it easily.

However, after Qin Luo told her about his condition, she felt a strong heartache and pity for him in her heart. In a woman's mind, the man she loves will always be a child who can't grow up.

She thought that Qin Luo was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, with a respected grandfather and a businessman father, and that his life should be worry-free and that he would not have any troubles.

I didn't expect him to encounter so many tribulations, and a strange disease that was rare in a hundred years was actually bumped into by him. What's even more terrifying is that this disease turns out to be incurable.

In other words, Qin Luo's every day could be the last day of his life. Because no one can guarantee when death will come suddenly.

This cheerful, kind, sincere little man, who always brings hope and vitality to others, has to walk on thin ice and live carefully every day while he does his best to do all this.

He doesn't smoke, he can't drink, he has a good routine, and many young people like him are still lying in bed and don't want to get up, he has already run downstairs to exercise.

Thinking of this, Lin Huanxi's heart was very uncomfortable. It turned out that she felt that her childhood was gray. The sky is like yīn haze, and people are breathless.

However, what is that kind of suffering compared to a person who struggles on the line of death every day, runs around in order to survive, is full of hope again and again, and returns disappointed again and again?

It was hard for Lin Huanxi to imagine what kind of expression would be on his immature face when those famous doctors shook their heads and sighed at his condition again and again?

Lin Huanxi's heart, which was not hard, but was only inlaid with a layer of copper foil on the outside, was torn apart by Qin Luo, revealing the pure soft and transparent crystal-like inner world inside.

In addition, Qin Luo's confession is also another trigger. He loved himself as he loved him.

When feelings accumulate to a certain extent, telling is the best belonging. Just like at the last moment in the fasting method, when the desire to release is getting stronger and stronger, and the person's perseverance and body can no longer control it, the only option is to excrete them. If you hold it any longer, you will get the prostate.

From Sister Lin's mouth, 'I think, whether it is now or in the future, I will never regret falling in love with you', Qin Luo was ecstatic at first, and then he actually felt flattered.

When a man owes you a hundred dollars, and you keep asking for it, he refuses to pay it back. When you're about to forget about it, he suddenly gives you the money back. Such an unexpected and pleasant surprise.

Qin Luo hugged Lin Huanxi**'s body, and said emotionally: "Before, I didn't think about it so long-term. Because I've been disappointed too many times, I've always had the idea of going with the flow. I am fortunate to have gained, but I have lost my life. Now that I have you, I am responsible for your happiness in the future. No matter what, I'm going to try to find a way to heal myself. ”

Lin Huanxi nodded and said, "Is there necessarily something that is so good?" To what extent can it be called to yīn? Isn't it okay to have an ordinary cold object? ”

Ordinary?

Qin Luo thought about it, and a strange brilliance suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

He turned on the lamp at the head of the bed with a 'snap', and then jumped out of bed with his bare buttocks.

After rummaging through the cabinet for a while, he finally found the string of purple blood beads that Xuanjizi gave him.

He solemnly put him on his wrist, and a chill hit his whole body. made Qin Luo's body feel indescribably comfortable.

He ran into the bathroom again, turned on the water tap, and rinsed his body directly with cold water.

Although the winter in the south is much warmer than in the north, when the cold water splashes on the body, it still makes people feel cold and biting, and there is a feeling that the blood is about to freeze.

Qin Luo also felt cold, but this coldness was not as strong as that of ordinary people. His yang body gave him an extravagant desire for the cold, and the sun also had a strong repulsion.

After wiping his body clean, Qin Luo's skin turned red. I don't know if it's a bruise from a splash of water droplets, or a red spot from a cold water freeze.

However, Qin Luo knew that his blood was about to coagulate now.

Qin Luo got into the quilt and said, "It's probably okay now." Let's try again. ”

Lin Huanxi touched Qin Luo's cold body and was a little worried, and said, "How are you tomorrow?" I'll give it to you again tomorrow. ”

Qin Luo had already failed once just now, and she was afraid that if she came again, it would affect his body.

"Okay." Qin Luo said helplessly.

The two hugged each other and slept together, Qin Luo closed his eyes and tried hard to fall asleep.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Ten minutes later, Qin Luo jumped up all of a sudden, climbed on Lin Huanxi's body, and said, "I think, we should try again." It worked, and I was able to fall asleep. If I fail, I don't have to worry about it anymore. ”

Lin Huanxi had the urge to hit the wall with his head, but he didn't agree, nor did he refuse, but just slightly separated the gap between his legs.

When the ** was over, when Qin Luo entered Lin Huanxi's body again, the two of them let out a long-suppressed moan at the same time.

Qin Luo didn't dare to move too fast, but just advanced slowly.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes--

Some people say: hard-working people, the sky does not pay.

Someone taught us: as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron rod is sharpened into a needle.

Some people also said: Where there is a will, it turns out that the cauldron is a wreck, and the one hundred and two Qin passes belong to Chu after all.

Qin Luo said: Success depends on 99 percent persistence and 1 percent shamelessness.

Yes, it's a harmonious experience, it's a cheerful experience, it's a hearty experience.

Qin Luo succeeded!!!!!!!

"I'll tell you a story." Qin Luo said sweatingly. This time, he felt the process very clearly. At the beginning, he was in a very good state, after all, he had studied Chinese medicine and knew how to please women and himself.

Moreover, he was able to control the pace and speed. When the temperature of his body became higher and higher, there was no way to control it anymore. At that time, it could only be let go of a thousand miles.

"Hmm." Lin Huanxi was also very tired. This time, she cooperated very carefully.

"When Einstein was a child, there was a handicraft class where the students handed over their homework to the teacher, and Einstein also handed over a very badly made small bench with his little muddy hands, and the teacher looked at it with disdain, and said God, what are you, can it be called a small bench? Einstein casually took out two worse benches from the table and said to the teacher, "This is already the best one I have done, much better than the first two." Qin Luo gasped and spoke.

Although he did not enter the school to receive formal education, Qin's mother helped him buy all the extracurricular textbooks that other children had. Because Qin Luo was precocious, he always scoffed at the stories in those books, and would not ask stupid questions such as why the big bad wolf came and the little white rabbit didn't call his mother.

However, Qin Luo has a deep memory of the story of Einstein's third small bench.

Lin Huanxi looked dazed, not understanding why Qin Luo would tell such a well-known story.

"Although this time is still not very long, only ten minutes, but compared with the previous two times, isn't it a big improvement?" Qin Luo said.

“――”

What the hell is going on in this guy's head?

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Qin Lan looked at Bei Bei helplessly and said, "Bei Bei, is it okay to sleep with your mother?" ”

"Not good. I'm going to sleep with my dad. Bei Bei said.

Qin Lan was stunned for a moment, and asked anxiously, "Beibei, have you seen your father?" ”

Bei Bei shook her head, and her two pigtails swayed from side to side. "I'm talking about Qin Luo's father. I don't want that dad you told me anymore. I don't even know what he looks like. ”

Qin Lan chuckled and said, "Qin Luo is the elder brother, how can he be called Dad?" ”

"I'm going to call. I'm going to scream. Bei Bei yelled unhappily.

Qin Lan hugged Bei Bei in her arms and said, "Then you tell your mother, why do you want to call Qin Luo's father?" ”

"Because he helps me fight the bad guys." Bei Bei said innocently.

"Who bullied Babe?" Qin Lan was very sensitive to the child's words, and asked worriedly.

"A big fat man. There is also a big bald head. They all bullied me. And pinched my face. Qin Luo's father came to help me beat them away. Bei Bei said.

Qin Luo's expression froze, and then he hugged his daughter for a long time and remained silent.

"Mom, you let me go sleep with Dad, okay?" Bei Bei didn't notice her mother's abnormality, and asked nonchalantly.

"Bei Bei, Qin Luo is married, and he wants to sleep with his sister."

"I don't mind. Anyway, when I grow up, I will marry Qin Luo. The three of us can sleep together. Bei Bei said.

"But—it's inconvenient for you to go."

"Why isn't it convenient? I only sleep in this small area. Bei Bei said, reaching out to figure out the area where he was sleeping. It's very cute.

Qin Lan sighed, looking at her daughter's innocent little face a little fascinated.

Suddenly, her eyes became resolute. Then, it was as if she had made a big decision. I took my phone from the bedside table and wrote a message back to it: It's over. It's all over.

(PS: Start writing the third chapter.) If there is no update after 12 o'clock, please don't wait. The doctor repeatedly told Lao Liu that he couldn't stay up late now. It doesn't taste good to be sick. ）