Qin Jingcheng, "......"

Yes, I'm going to have insomnia again.

The moonlight was fine tonight, and the silver glow spilled down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, hitting the people on the bed.

In the moonlight, her skin was like snow.

Gently closing his eyes and breathing shallowly, Qin Jingcheng looked a little stunned.

If the girl's fragrance came from nothing, he couldn't help but get closer.

Staring at her slightly open cherry lips, the ghost almost wanted to kiss her.

Scratch the surface.

Don't dare to come closer, and then leave quickly.

Realizing what he was doing, he got up in a panic and hurried downstairs.

In the room, Qin Yunyu opened her eyes and looked at the empty other side, her eyes fluctuated a few times.

Qin Jingcheng didn't come back and sat in the study all night.

He didn't turn on the light, and in the darkness, the red dots went out and out, and faint smoke rings drifted from his fingertips.

He has no addiction to cigarettes and rarely smokes, except in the face of trouble.

I smoked two full packs tonight.

The last cigarette was extinguished in the ashtray, and it was already dawn.

The study was full of smoke, Qin Jingcheng was trying to get up and open the window to disperse the smell, and the mobile phone made a buzzing vibration sound.

glanced at the caller ID, Jiang Yadan, his adoptive mother.

"Mom."

"Xiaojing, have you gotten up, did your mother disturb you?"

"It's fine."

"That's good, by the way, what about your sister, how do you turn off her phone?"

"She's still sleeping."

"Oh, I'm scared to death, I couldn't get through last night, and I thought something happened to her, she's okay during this time, right?"

Qin Jingcheng frowned, he couldn't understand the thoughts of these two couples more and more.

I lost contact for two whole months, and I didn't even have a phone call, is this really concerned about my daughter's performance?

Thinking of Qin Yunyu's suffering during this time, his eyebrows and eyes were a little heavy.

"Well, it's fine."

"That's good, take good care of my sister, and my parents will go back in a few days."

Qin Jingcheng's mood was a little heavy, "Okay." ”

This phone call reminded him that he and Qin Yunyu were brother and sister.

It's crazy, what he's doing all this time.

Qin Zhifeng and Jiang Yadan raised him single-handedly to become an adult, how could he covet someone else's daughter.

There are some thoughts that should not have sprouted in the first place.

The smell of smoke was too strong, and he went back to his room and gently pushed the door open.

The person on the bed hugged the quilt and slept soundly.

One leg is on top of the quilt, the sleeping position is not good-looking, and the skirt is lifted.

No image.

She was always like this, heartless, and didn't care that she was sleeping in a man's bed at this time.

Qin Jingcheng looked away, and softly took his clothes to take a bath.

And when he came out, he saw the man on the bed who had not known what time to wake up, and was sitting on the bed with his back to him.

The straps of the pajamas were loosened and slipped down to the waist.

A long scar on his back was exposed.

Her skin was very white, and the bruises from a stick looked shocking.

With the wound medicine in his hand, he tried to wipe it with great difficulty.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she smiled, "Brother, you're done washing, come and help me with the medicine." ”

Qin Jingcheng was a little embarrassed, this position ......

I wanted to go out and find a servant to come in, but I couldn't move.

A little sluggish, he walked over, took the medicine from her hand, dipped it in a cotton swab, and then applied it gently.

The bruise was long, stretching from the shoulder to the waist.

"Go down." He reminded.

The clothes only retreated to the waist, and there was no medicine underneath.

The corners of Qin Xun's mouth curled, "Okay." ”

Then, let go of your hand.

The whole scar was exposed.

She turned around and smiled and asked, "Is that okay...... Yikes! Brother, why did you get a nosebleed! ”

Qin Jingcheng hurriedly covered his nose, "Autumn is dry, on fire." ”