After Wen Yu finished speaking, he pursed his thin lips, and his Adam's apple rolled obviously.

His pair of black stone-like eyes froze on Qin Wanqing's cheeks without blinking, as if he was looking at a finely carved porcelain doll.

If you look closely, the lips tightly pursed into a line seem to be trying to restrain something.

Qin Wanqing was silent.

Her wrists were imprisoned by Wen Yu on both sides, a posture that made her unable to exert any strength at all.

She didn't dare to move again, but she kept thinking about what Wen Yu had just said-

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to you!"

What is Wen Yu going to do to her?

Quiet afternoon.

Quiet kitchenette.

An empty pile of weeds.

Two people on and off.

In an instant, Qin Wanqing's brain made up a lot of pictures.

Then, her fair and delicate cheeks were inexplicably dyed with a touch of red.

At this moment, the wood in the small stove suddenly exploded, breaking the somewhat ambiguous silence.

The soup was boiled.

Qin Wanqing pressed her heart, which was beating wildly, and tentatively moved her wrist.

Wen Yu grasped it very tightly.

"Last night's incident, stop here, I can act as if nothing happened, let go of me." Qin Wanqing said with a red cheek.

If she continues to entangle, maybe something will happen that she can't control.

After all, this posture is too ambiguous.

Looking at the white cheeks of the woman under him with a suspicious red, Wen Yu smiled suddenly.

He smiled softly, like a spring breeze blowing through the fields, with a sense of healing tranquility.

Then, as soon as he loosened his palm, he stood up from Qin Wanqing's body lightly, and stretched out a hand towards her by the way.

Qin Wanqing looked at the soup that was bubbling out, sprinkled so much, she was a little distressed, she was anxious to save the bowl of soup, she didn't think about it, she just grabbed Wen Yu's hand and got up.

Unexpectedly, in a hurry, he stepped directly on Wen Yu's boots.

Her body was shaken, and the whole person threw herself into Wen Yu's arms.

The soup is mushy.

And Qin Wanqing hit the man's chest directly, and the two hugged each other.

She had just reached Wen Yu's shoulder, and this hugging posture made her head droop on Wen Yu's chest like this.

She clearly heard Wen Yu's powerful heartbeat, and the man's chest inexplicably made people feel reassured.

Qin Wanqing's cheeks had just recovered a little fairer, and they turned red again.

She took two steps back and got out of Wen Yu's arms, not daring to look into his eyes.

Then, he spun around quickly.

Qin Wanqing picked up the rag on the stove and poured out the pasted soup.

When he turned around again, there was no Wen Yu behind him?

That man, as he did when he came, went away quietly?

Qin Wanqing's heart suddenly became inexplicably empty, why didn't she leave without saying hello?

It didn't take long for Grandma Sun's footsteps to sound from outside the door: "County Lord, the Queen Mother is clamoring for food, is the soup ready?" ”

Qin Wanqing nodded and immediately made a new bowl.

"The old slave will come over, there are many people around the Queen Mother at this time, you can rest first." Mama Sun said.

Qin Wanqing nodded and walked to her room.

Because she had something in her heart, she didn't pay too much attention when she left.

At this time, the sound of a wheelchair rubbing against the ground suddenly came out.

That dream!