Qiao Mohan, who had stood for a while, felt a little distressed about Lin Qian, who was still busy with tomorrow's work, quietly walked over, turned on the light in the room and said, "Why don't you turn on the light?" Working with a black light is not good for the eyes. ”

Lin Qian buried his head and said without turning around: "Ah, I didn't pay attention for a while!" ”

Qiao Mohan raised his eyebrows and smiled helplessly, put his broad palm on Lin Qian's thin shoulder, looked at Lin Qian's slender hands still tapping quickly on the keyboard, frowned and asked, "Why haven't you finished it yet?" And are there many more? ”

There was already a hint of displeasure in his words, he was busy with the work at hand, and it was already early in the morning, why was the little wife still tired?

Lin Qian turned his head, Qiao Mohan's worried look came into view, and he reached out and patted the back of Qiao Mohan's hand on his shoulder and said, "It's soon, it's only a matter of a few minutes, and this will be fine last night." ”

After speaking, he turned his head and cocked the keyboard intently, and after a while, Lin Qian stretched his waist, twisted his sore neck, turned his sore wrist, and yawned a lot.

It's finally done! She's sleepy! However, thinking that he could meet with the children tomorrow to teach them lessons, Lin Qian felt that although it was a little harder, it was worth it.

Closing the laptop, sorting out the materials needed for tomorrow and putting them aside, he got up and threw himself into her warm and soft bed, feeling the silky thin quilt under him, with a satisfied face.

It took a while to realize that something was wrong, and when I looked up, I yelled! What about Qiao Mohan? Didn't you just come in? What about people?

Just when Lin Qian was puzzled, Qiao Mohan walked in with a glass of hot milk in his hand, looked at the big word Lin Qian lying on the bed, and hooked his lips.

"Get up and have a glass of warm milk." The low, magnetic sound is especially beautiful in the silence of the night.

When Lin Qian heard the sound of a carp beating up, he jumped up and sat down, took the hot milk from Qiao Mohan's hand with a smile, and said gratefully: "Thank you Mohan, you are so good to me!" ”

After speaking, he dried it up, and this anxious look made Qiao Mohan frown, "You drink slowly, no one will rob you, be careful of choking." ”

Lin Qiancai didn't listen to him, and after he finished drinking it, he handed the empty cup to Qiao Mohan.

Qiao Mohan was speechless for a while, and the little wife he was looking for cried and wanted to be spoiled! Under Lin Qian's flickering gaze, he took the cup and put it aside.

When he turned his eyes and touched the milky white circle of Lin Qian's lips, his deep eyes couldn't help but darken, and his little wife was so confused that she didn't even wipe her mouth.

Lin Qian saw that Qiao Mohan had been staring at him intently, his little head tilted and asked suspiciously, "Why do you look at me like this?" Is there anything on my face? ”

Qiao Mohan lowered his head and looked at Lin Qian with a deep gaze, his good-looking peach blossom eyes seemed to be full of stars, and under the warm light of the room, his delicate and evil face was like a fox spirit that was very seductive.

Lin Qian fell into Qiao Mohan's eyes like this, and he couldn't take his eyes off his eyes stupidly.

"Close your eyes, good." The magnetic hoarse voice carries a demagogic connotation in the quiet nightroom.

Lin Qian is like a passer-by scholar who has been robbed of his soul, under the temptation of Qiao Mohan's beauty, he obediently slowly closed his eyes, looking like he was picking up.

Qiao Mohan looked at his little wife indulged in his appearance with satisfaction, and was originally a little disgusted with his unusually handsome face, which seemed too feminine, and at this moment he couldn't help but thank his parents for giving birth to him so good-looking, and he could make his little wife fascinated.

Secretly bowed his head, his fair and slender index finger hooked Lin Qian's lean and good-looking chin, raised it slightly, the tip of his nose seemed to be able to smell a faint milky fragrance, and his eyes sank.

opened his mouth as if he was tasting some rare delicacy, and licked the milky white that stuck to Lin Qian's lips.

Lin Qian's whole body stiffened, and she subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Qiao Mohan reached out against the back of her head and gently deepened the kiss forward.

In the lonely night, the kiss was extraordinarily long and soft, and the pink bubbles in the air made the whole room warm.

The long black and beautiful hair spread all over the bed, in stark contrast to the white and translucent complexion, and the delicate crimson on his cheeks seemed to be about to resist and welcome, looking at Qiao Mohan's eyes reddened.

The desire somewhere under him has also reached its peak, and the person who has missed him for so many days is swaying under him at the moment, Qiao Mohan touched the switch on the wall, and pressed it gently.

Some things should be carried out in the dark night, without the existence of visual senses, other senses are wirelessly amplified, and every light touch of Qiao Mohan is like a stone smashed into the calm lake of Lin Qian, causing waves of water to ripple, sparkling.

Under Qiao Mohan's hard work, Lin Qian was tired of tossing, and was as docile as a cute cat curled up in Qiao Mohan's arms and fell asleep.

Through the dappled moonlight, Qiao Mohan could clearly see Lin Qian's long, thick and slightly curly eyelashes, and he reached out and gently touched them with curiosity.

The feel was unexpectedly good, and when I wanted to tease Lin Qian, I was reluctant to look at a slightly tired little face.

took the silk quilt on the side, gently covered Lin Qian's body, kissed Lin Qian's forehead with a touch of pity, hugged the person in his arms a little tighter, and sank into sleep with a touch of contentment.

He finally ate the little wife he had been thinking about for many days into his mouth.

By the time Lin Qian gradually woke up, it was not early, it was almost eight o'clock, and the two little ones had been sent to school by the housekeeper at home.

When Lin Qian raised his hand to look at his watch with his messy hair, there was only one voice in his heart, it's over, it's going to be late! It's going to be late! It's all to blame on the damn Qiao Mohan!

Enough tossing her last night! She slept too heavily and missed the alarm clock! scolded Qiao Mohan fiercely in his heart.