Ling Jingyi clicked on the dialog box and gave him a message.

For a while after she sent it out, and then she didn't receive any news from Qiu Weiyi, Ling Jingyi turned off her phone and lay down again.

Ling Jingyi checked his clothes and didn't find anything unusual, but why did he have such strange dreams......

She lay on her side on the bed, her hands resting on the side of her face, her eyes staring at the opposite wall, her eyes empty.

I inexplicably remembered that cold and resolute face, as well as all kinds of pictures of them getting along, and somehow, I suddenly thought of the time they were in the hotel again......

Her first kiss was gone.

Thinking of the first kiss, Ling Jingyi unconsciously reached out and touched his lips, this position, was kissed twice by the same man.

Another time, it was to feed her brown sugar water.

Ling Jingyi turned over irritably, and when she saw the mobile phone on the side, she picked it up again, opened WeChat and took a look, but there was still no movement.

……

Qiu Weiyi returned to the office after being busy, and when he picked up his phone, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Ling Jingyi's message was sent to him at about two o'clock.

Ling Jingyi: [Have you had any strange dreams lately?] ］

Qiu Weiyi stared at this message for a long time, not quite understanding what she wanted to ask, and how could she suddenly ask this.

Although he didn't know why she asked this, he messaged her back: [No. ］

Ling Jingyi was on the field at the moment, staring at them training.

The phone suddenly "ding".

Ling Jingyi just glanced at the mobile phone on the stool, and did not immediately pick it up to look at it, but was seriously training He Beijin.

"You practice in the morning, and give them time in the afternoon."

He Beijin nodded: "Okay." ”

"Later, when they rest, you can go and familiarize yourself with the track."

You have to let him get familiar with the track first, and tomorrow it will be less bad to practice, and it will be easier to master the direction.

Soon, when it was time for them to break the intermission, Ling Jingyi asked him to go down for a lap.

When she was free, Ling Jingyi picked up her mobile phone and looked at it, and saw that it was sent by Qiu Weiyi, and she quickly opened WeChat.

Qiu Weiyi: [No.] ］

Ling Jingyi squinted curiously as he held his phone.

No?

How is that possible?

Didn't he say he liked her?

Wouldn't it be...... Do you have that kind of thoughts about her?

So what happened to her dream?

Ling Jingyi: [Are there any other things like dreaming?] Like what...... Fantasy? ］

Qiu Weiyi was looking at his phone at the moment, and soon saw her reply, and after seeing the message, he frowned.

Why did he always feel that Ling Jingyi was deliberately playing tricks on him?

But what did she want to know?

Just ask him if he can't.

Qiu Weiyi repeated the sentence: [No. ］

Ling Jingyi: "......"

He will say nothing but no.

Ling Jingyi continued to reply to him: [But I have, what should I do.] ］

Qiu Weiyi: [?] ］

She wrote and deleted in the dialog box, deleted and wrote, and finally became a sentence: [I can't explain it in three words.] ］

The man stared at the message she sent, and he could see that she was quite irritable.

Qiu Weiyi: [Then let's meet?] ］

Meet?

Ling Jingyi's heart beat a little fast suddenly, and she really wanted to see him, so she agreed: [Okay. ］

There's another message from there: [Tonight?] ］

Ling Jingyi: "......"

I didn't expect him to want to meet tonight.

She thought about it for a moment, and it seemed like there was nothing going on tonight.