As soon as he entered the door, Li Qingyi went straight to the sofa in the living room on the first floor, carefully placed Xiahou Liluo on the sofa, and then leaned over and pressed down!

"Brother Yi!" Xiahou Liluo was a little nervous and supported his chest with his hands, his eyes were flustered, and his heart was beating loudly!

"Well, close your eyes." Li Qingyi coaxed softly, raising his hand to cover Xiahou Liluo's eyes.

Xiahou Liluo closed his eyes obediently. But I was even more nervous. The little hand was originally supporting Li Qingyi's chest, but it directly became a grasp of his placket.

Li Qingyi lowered her head, and the scorching breath hit Xiahou Liluo's face, with a light and clean fragrance, gently covering her lips!

"Boom-" Xiahou Liluo only felt that something rushed out of her heart and rushed to her brain, making her brain blank in an instant!

There was an incomparably familiar and incomparably reassuring feeling, which filled her whole body as Li Qingyi gently tossed and turned. She couldn't help but raise her hand to wrap her arms around Li Qingyi's neck and kiss him back passionately.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! The crisp knock on the door kept hitting their eardrums, pulling them back to reality.

Li Qingyi raised his eyes, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. What bastard would dare to disturb him kissing his little wife!

"Who?" By the time he spoke, his tone had calmed down. is still the gentle male god who makes Xiahou Liluo so obsessed with death.

"Qingyi, my aunt asked me to call you, the meal is ready." Song Qianqian's voice sounded at the door.

She knew that this small villa was Li Qingyi's space for the dead, so even if the door was open, she just stood at the gate and didn't take a step forward.

"Oh, good." Li Qingyi got up and calmly straightened the clothes that were a little messy by Xiahou Liluo.

Xiahou Liluo wanted to close his eyes and pretend to be dead.

The first time I kissed, I was actually broken by someone, and I was ashamed to death, where is there still a face to see people.

"You go back first. We'll be over in a moment. Li Qingyi looked at Xiahou Liluo's expression, and said to Song Qianqian with a smile.

Song Qianqian smiled gently, turned around and left.

If it weren't for her aunt wanting her to help spy on the "enemy's situation", she wouldn't have made this trip.

However, now it seems that she, the iceberg cousin, is really enlightened. In the future, she no longer has to listen to her aunt's nagging and complaining, and she doesn't have to change her way to bring her girlfriends to play.

This feeling of relief is so relaxing!

Song Qianqian hummed a song and walked back happily.

"So happy?" She didn't go far before she saw Wen Qing standing among the peony flowers in the small garden, looking at her with burning eyes.

Song Qianqian's face froze. How could she ignore Miss Wen. This little ancestor is notoriously arrogant and wanton. Acting is often unexpected by everyone. This is also the reason why she is obviously very good with her, and when her aunt asked her again and again, she brought almost all her girlfriends one after another, but there was really no one to bring, so she brought her over.

"Well, I'm happy for Qingyi. I've been single for so long, and I'm finally out of single. Song Qianqian thought about it and decided to make it clear.

After all, no matter what Wen Qing thinks in her heart, she and Qingyi have no chance at all.

Wen Qing looked in the direction of the villa and did not speak. But that look didn't mean to bless them at all.