He was blinking his big eyes and looking at the door.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqing pushed the door of her room open quite consciously, and then entered the room, a pair of cold eyes fell on Qinghui's body.

Qinghui tilted his head and looked at him, a little inexplicable, "What are you doing?" ”

At this moment, the little girl sitting on the bed had a messy hair on her head, and it could be seen that before he came in just now, she should have rolled on the bed with the quilt in her hand, and her clothes were also a little messy by herself, her movements were soft, with a little cute taste, and her voice was milky, and she listened to a little dissatisfied milky.

Zhou Yiqing didn't speak, just raised his hand and turned on Qinghui's room light.

The bright light fell, Qinghui subconsciously closed his eyes, and the sound of the door closing in his ears came from his ears.

When Qinghui opened his eyes again, Zhou Yiqing had already raised his feet and walked over to Qinghui.

The expression was still faint, and he walked to the side of the bed.

"I'll pack your things with you."

There was a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and his cold voice was good.

Qinghui: ???

Packing up the?

"You don't want to take those dresses back? I know how much space we can take your stuff back, so I'm here to help you pack it up. ”

Qinghui's big eyes were lazy, frowning, and his eyes were looking at the top of his head, thinking about the dress in the wardrobe over there when he came to this plane.

In Qinghui's eyes, there are few things that can be worn out at all, and this one is definitely not reliable to wear out to fight.

Then he looked to the side again.

The original owner's room was huge, with three large wardrobes alone.

Two are closed doors, and one is an open type of showcase-type wardrobe.

Inside the wardrobe is a row of beautiful and brightly colored small dresses, the middle one, a light purple, cumbersome lace, and a large skirt with countless pink diamonds embedded on it, which is very valuable.

The main purpose of the original owner was to come for this dress.

Qinghui stared at the dress for a moment with big eyes, then turned his head and pursed his lips.

Go back with a skirt and a fart.

Lao Tzu doesn't wear it.

Don't.

She wanted nothing now but a live, quacking, roasted duck.

After thinking about it like this, Qinghui continued to look at Zhou Yiqing with his dead eyes like salted fish, and motioned to this guy not to disturb Lord Lingjian's footsteps in absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, and not to mention the stupid topic of skirts.

Oh, but if this guy wants to be a stove, it's not impossible.

Qinghui thought slowly in his heart, and hugged the quilt again, as if to compare which was more comfortable to hold the quilt and hug him this season.

Seeing that Qinghui didn't listen to him, Zhou Yiqing's brows raised slightly, his body bent down, and his snow-white slender hand suddenly propped up on Qinghui's bedside.

The curve between the back of the white hand and the forearm is beautiful and beautiful, and you can faintly see the green tendons under his skin, with a bit of sexiness.

Especially so close.

A pair of dark eyes are heavy, down is a perfect chin, and then down the raised Adam's apple rolls slightly, because he is half-propped up, so from this angle you can still see his fair skin and strong muscles below the collarbone, this temptation is estimated that ordinary people can't bear it.

Qinghui blinked his eyes, watched him approach, and raised his hand.