"Hmph, Brother Fengli, you knocked Qiaoqiao's head hurt, and Qiaoqiao ignored you."

Feng Qiao touched his reddish forehead and pouted angrily, looking very cute.

Feng Li raised an eyebrow, closed the door, and led Feng Qiao into the room.

Feng Li took the chopsticks in Feng Qiao's hand and put them on the bedside table.

Then, sitting on the bed, the jade hand stretched out slightly, and took Feng Qiao into his arms at once.

Feng Qiao was stunned, his breath was full of the young man's cold and pleasant body fragrance, warm but indifferent.

Feng Li's fingertips slowly stroked Feng Qiao's forehead, gently touching the reddish mark.

"Does it still hurt? Huh?"

The boy approached slightly, and the hot breath spat on Feng Qiao's face, causing him to blush.

"Hmph, it barely hurts."

Feng Qiao turned his head awkwardly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be hidden.

Feng Li chuckled and said in a deep voice.

"Brother Fengli, go eat well and let Qiaoqiao come down."

Feng Qiao's small hand touched Feng Li's handsome face, and said distressedly.

Feng Li touched her head, picked her up, and put her on the ground.

Then he got up, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, sat on the desk and ate.

The teenager is not in a hurry to eat, and his movements are elegant and decent, which is amazing.

After eating, Feng Li cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, put them aside, and continued to complete his homework.

Feng Qiao saw that Feng Li began to do his homework, so he moved a slightly higher chair and wanted to sit next to him.

I wanted to climb up by myself, but I was not tall enough, and I didn't go up after lifting my legs for a long time.

Feeling the movement of the little girl beside her, Feng Li stopped her pen and tilted her head slightly.

Feng Qiao laughed twice awkwardly, she was arguing with Brother Feng Li again...

Feng Li sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to hold her on the chair, and saw her sit down, her thin lips slightly opened.

"Be quiet, be nice."

Feng Qiao nodded, rarely quiet, and sat on the chair and looked at the boy quietly.

The young man in front of him, under the illumination of the light, his facial features were softer.

The indifference of the past seems to have dissipated, and only tenderness and silence remain.

The eyes are lowered, and the eyelashes are more slender and slender, with a faint light, like an angel.

After finishing his homework, Feng Li stretched his body slightly, but he saw it sideways: Feng Qiao was lying on the desk, breathing evenly and falling asleep.

The sleeping face is quiet and sweet, without a trace of impurities, and it is very pure.

Feng Li shook his head helplessly, picked her up gently, dragged her shoes away, put them on the bed, and covered them with a small quilt.

After Feng Li packed up the textbooks and other related stationery, he opened the door, and the light in the hall was dim, obviously Feng Lin and the others had already rested.

Feng Li looked back at Feng Qiao on the bed, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, closed the door, and entered the bathroom.

After washing, Feng Li, as usual, came out in milky white pajamas.

Lay down on the bed, said goodnight to Mo, turned off the lights, and quickly fell asleep.

A dreamless night.

In the early morning, the sun gently pours into the room.

Feng Li got up early, and when she saw that Feng Qiao was still sleeping, she didn't wake her up.

It's Saturday, and Feng Li plans to go out and use the scholarship he got to buy some clothes.

After opening the wardrobe and taking out a set of clothes, I walked into the bathroom, changed and walked out.

Walk up to the full-length mirror and look at yourself in the mirror.

The top body is extremely comfortable and cool, and the bottom body is black pencil pants.

The ankles are exposed, and the boy's legs are trimmed to be more slender and perfect.

The young man's eyes shimmered with purple from time to time.

It looks like an angel, but when you look closely, there is a bloodthirsty chill in its eyes.