Lichen's boring day passed, and in the evening, it was still as usual, waiting for the wind to come back.

As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the aroma inside.

Actually, Fengqing is also very helpless, today is a mess all day, and everything he does is absent-minded, and he always thinks of Lichen.

As soon as it is time to get off work, she wants to take the key home and feel the aroma of the food and the warmth of home.

But at the thought that in three months, these things would not be possessed, she endured it again, and wanted to let herself accept the facts.

But after sitting for a while, I couldn't bear it anymore in my heart, and I really wanted to go home and see him soon.

At last...... Still came up with a lame excuse that she was hungry.

"You're back."

Li Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, saw Feng Qing who opened the door and came in, his eyes instantly lit up, and he twinkled like stars in the night sky.

Looking at Lichen like this, Feng Qing's heart suddenly felt a little guilty and uncomfortable.

It seems that it is not good to leave him at home like this.

"Well, what did you make today?"

Feng Qing responded, looking at Lichen like this, her heart was even softer. It's a little softer.

"It's all your favorite food, I've been learning for a long time today."

Lichen smiled, wanted to hold her hand, and walked towards the restaurant, who knew that as soon as he took her hand, he touched the wound on his finger, and the painful finger shook at the moment.

There was still a smile on his face, and no pain was revealed.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

Feng Qing noticed it, and immediately picked up his hand, and suddenly saw the wound on his finger, which was red and swollen, and it hurt to look at it.

"How did you get it?"

Looking at this wound, Feng Qing's heart also spread a trace of distress.

"If you accidentally get hurt, it's fine."

Lichen didn't care.

"Does it hurt?"

Feng Qing held his fingers in both hands, and suddenly there was a layer of mist in his eyes.

"It doesn't hurt, I'm a man, how can I feel pain."

Lichen smiled disappreciably, but when he looked at the mist in Fengqing's eyes, his heart trembled again.

He didn't like to see her tears, but then he thought about it, her tears were for himself.

The heart is indescribably sweet.

"You fool."

Feng Qing looked at his expression, shook her head helplessly, lowered her head, and soft. Soft lips, on his wound, imprinted with a kiss.

Looking at Feng Qing like this, Lichen's heart moved.

is injured, Fengqing has become so fond of herself, if she is hurting herself tomorrow, will she love herself more?

As soon as he thought of this, Lichen couldn't wait to run into the kitchen now, and used a knife in his hand to draw out ten or eight bloody wounds.

Feng Qing was uncomfortable here, and suddenly when he raised his head, he saw such a look on Lichen's face, and instantly seemed to understand something, and glared at him at the moment.

"The next time you hurt yourself, I'll ignore you."

Seeing that her expression didn't seem to be fake, Lichen had no choice but to nod.

"Hmph, it's time to eat."

Feng Qing took his hand, and the two sat down together.

The meal of this meal, Feng Qing felt that it was particularly sweet, and it was about a person sitting next to her who was willing to accompany her!

At this time, the idea that the races in my heart are different and I can't fall in love seems to have become a little fainter.

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