Following.

After the rain, the sky is clear.

Lu Zhanqing was sleeping heavily, and suddenly felt an itch in his chest, and when he opened his sleepy eyes, he saw a white and tender little hand, rubbing against his bare chest.

And the owner of the little hands, sleeping sweetly, let out a stupid laugh from his mouth.

"Rhubarb, it's been a long time, let me touch it more."

“……”

Rheum?

Treat him like a dog?

Lu Zhanqing pulled a row of black lines on his forehead.

But he was still reluctant to move his body.

After all, it is difficult to make Wen Soft take the initiative to 'insult' him.

Soft little hands, the more you touch them, the more you go down.

Soft as a feather, Lu Zhanqing's dark eyes flashed brightly.

Right.

That's it.

Go on......

Seeing her little hand stop at her lower abdomen, Lu Zhanqing couldn't wait to pick up her little hand and wipe his body himself.

But in this way, the fun is lost.

Lu Zhanqing held his breath, his eyes eagerly stared at the soft and white little face, and the little hand she put on him, all hot and dry.

Suddenly, a stream of heat gushed out of his nose.

Lu Zhanqing wiped it off disapprerovantly, and as a result, he saw a piece of scarlet.

“……”

Just when he was stunned, Wen Soft rolled over, and with a thud, fell to the floor.

Lu Zhanqing was startled, got up, and scooped her up.

Wen Softly covered his head, sat up straight, and muttered, "It's still too crowded for two people to sleep in one bed." I like to sleep in a bed by myself. ”

Lu Zhanqing stared fixedly at her round, smooth shoulders, the collarbone like butterfly wings, and the furrow looming in her chest......

A stream of heat rushed out of his nose again.

Smack.

Blood dripped onto the white silk quilt and slowly smeared.

Wen Soft looked at him in horror and asked, "Lu Zhanqing, why did you have a nosebleed?" ”

Lu Zhanqing covered his nose and strode to the bathroom.

Wen Soft followed him and asked with concern, "Are you sick?" Leukemia seems to love nosebleeds, should we find Shen Weilan and give you a check-up? The sooner you find the cause, the sooner you treat it! ”

Boom!

Lu Zhanqing slammed the door, cutting out her voice.

If she hadn't been tempted.

How can you be so ashamed?

Wen Soft almost hit her nose with the door, and she took a step back in fright.

What's going on?

Early morning tantrums.

Is it because you are worried that you are terminally ill and have no cure, so you are angry?

Wen Softly grabbed a handful of hair, walked cautiously to the door, and said, "Lu Zhanqing, don't worry." No matter what illness you have, I will not give up on you, and we will get through it together. Don't give up on treatment. ”

When Lu Zhanqing heard this, he was half moved and half wanted to strangle her.

Who's going to give up on treatment?

This girl's head is made of wood, isn't it? Otherwise, how can you not be enlightened at all!

Wen Softly stood at the door, waited for a few minutes, and didn't hear any movement from inside.

More and more heart-wrenching.

Could it be that Lu Zhanqing couldn't think about it and committed suicide in the bathroom?

It's been so long......

In order to hear more, she spread out like an octopus, clinging to the door.

Clinker –

The door opened, and Wen Soft lost her balance, leaning forward uncontrollably.

Lu Zhanqing hugged it.

The warm fragrant nephrite jade was in his arms, and the evil fire that he had finally suppressed burst out again.

Lu Zhanqing secretly grinded his back molars.

This girl, eighty percent of them were sent by God to torture him on purpose, right?

You can see it, but you can't eat it.

If you don't suffocate, you will die of excessive blood loss.