Qiqi, who had just taken off his black clothes after taking a shower and was wearing a loose cartoon two-piece pajamas, sat on the stool at the head of the bed, obediently waiting for Qi Shunhua to wake up.

The slender body lay on the bed, the breeze carried the moonlight to blow open the curtains, covering the night tenderly, and the side face soaked in the brightness was undoubtedly exposed.

The resolute but not sharp sword eyebrows are serene flat, the brush-like eyelashes cling to the white underneath the eyes, and the upturned eyelash tips seem to swing on them. The shape of the eyes like flower petals, with a slight flush around them, is a pair of eyes that can attract people with a smile. The thin rosy lips were surrounded by a cyan stubble that could not be seen if you didn't get close.

A stream of energy entered Qi Shunhua's limbs and bones, urging the sleeping factor, and all five senses awakened. The familiar fragrance of laundry detergent, soft cotton wool, and pure cotton texture, he moved his fingers, and swung his head from side to side, and the tight jawline was like a kitten, rubbing lazily on the pillow.

"Wake up." A familiar voice came from the silent air, Qi Shunhua opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and opened his arms to hug the voice body tightly.

"Huh?" Qiqi was just about to lift his arms and hang them in the air, but his upper body was imprisoned by his arms and head.

"Qiqi, is it really you?" He rubbed his cheek into her arms, feeling the ethereal body temperature, and wrapped his hands around her waist.

"It's me." Qiqi learned the way he coaxed the hairy child, stroking along his soft broken hair.

"Great." He propped up his head and put it in her neck socket, his wet snort blowing her delicate collarbone, with a hint of coquettish softness, "Is this a dream?" ”

"Eat this." She gently pushed his cheek, taking him away from her neck socket, and facing his drunk, peachy eyes, her heart suddenly slowed down, shook her head in a panic, and pinched a red pill in the other hand and placed it under his lips.

Seeing her shake her head dumbly, Qi Shunhua took out a hand from her waist and attached it to her hairy head, his lips touched the pill, and his arm was put back on her waist, he lowered his eyebrows, this familiar pill was part of the nightmare.

Seeing that he didn't speak, "Good." Qiqi coaxed, his lips open, "Ah." Motioned for him to do so.

Whether it's a nightmare, a good dream, it's all good dreams to have her there.

The warm red lips were close to her fingertips, and while biting away the pill, he bit her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally.

She felt something strange coming from her fingertips, and the current of electricity spread through her limbs.

Qi Shunhua swallowed the pill, opened her hand on the side of his face, and gently rested his head on her shoulder, the faint mint shower gel and the fresh fragrance of bamboo leaves made him seem to be not satisfied, he moved his body forward again, his strong arms hugged her back instead, and they fit together impermeably, and his hard chest immediately felt the warm fragrance of nephrite.

A touch the boy had never experienced before, crimson encroaching on his ears, neck, and cheeks.

"You let go a little." Qiqi struggled slightly in his arms, leaning so close, how could she push the feather arrow out for him.

Qi Shunhua has always felt that it was a dream, otherwise? If it weren't for the dream, how could so many strange things happen, so he indulged himself a little, and only did things by feeling, just the little things in his arms moved around, making him realize that he seemed to be a little excessive, and that kind of subtle friction made him even more uncomfortable, and he loosened some strength, and the distance between the two was a little separated.