Lu Qingye opened his eyes suddenly, and his body stepped back a little so that his gaze could better fall on Meng Chuyuan's face.

His expression was slightly solemn, and his tone was puzzled: "What are you doing?" ”

Meng Chuyuan's hand grabbed Lu Qingye's clothes again, looked up at him, and said lightly: "There is a thread on your clothes." ”

At the beginning, she noticed a thread running out of the button, and after watching it for a long time, she was guilty of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Originally, Meng Chuyuan wanted to tear it off, but the thread was too short and a little difficult to start, so she opened the button to see where the other end of the thread was.

As a result, as soon as she found it, Lu Qingye stepped back, she turned her clothes out, looked for it again, and pinched the black silk thread tightly in her hand.

Meng Chuyuan: "Look, this is the ......"

Lu Qingye lowered his eyes and looked at the thread in Meng Chuyuan's hand, frowning slightly, as if he didn't understand what she meant, "So?" ”

"I'll get rid of it for you."

"Don't get it, be careful." Lu Qingye reached out and grabbed his neckline and didn't let her touch it.

Meng Chuyuan said: "But it's really an eyesore. ”

"I'll just get up and find scissors to cut them off."

"I'll get it for you, soon." As he spoke, Meng Chuyuan reached out and pulled his clothes.

Lu Qingye couldn't help it, so he could only let her go.

His neckline was half open, revealing a large piece of pectorals, and Meng Chuyuan propped one hand on the bed, leaning on Lu Qingye's side in a half-lying position.

Maybe this posture was too strange, which made Lu Qingye a little uncomfortable, his body was unconsciously tense, and his eyes didn't know where to look for a while.

Meng Chuyuan wrapped his fingers around it, and when he pulled it hard, the thread broke.

After the thread was torn off, Meng Chuyuan looked much more comfortable.

She grabbed the ripped thread in her hand and prepared to get up and throw it in the trash.

Meng Chuyuan put her half-clenched fist hand on his chest, and used him as a support point to get up, wanting to step over him and get out of bed, but in just a few seconds, she found that the frequency of Lu Qingyuan's heartbeat seemed to be a little disordered.

She stopped abruptly and straddled him.

Seeing her sitting on top of him, Lu Qingye was suddenly stunned, frowning faintly, and a touch of variegated color quietly flashed in his eyes.

Without waiting for him to speak, Meng Chuyuan put his hand back to its original position and felt his heartbeat.

Meng Chuyuan's eyebrows were full of doubts, he looked up at Lu Qingye, and said without changing his face: "Why is your heart beating so fast all of a sudden?" ”

Lu Qingye: "......"

Meng Chuyuan's palm felt a strong vibration, and then, she leaned down and put her ear to his chest to listen, causing his breathing to become rapid.

After Meng Chuyuan acted recklessly for a while, Lu Qingye raised his hands, grabbed her waist and the back of her neck respectively, turned over and pressed her under him.

Meng Chuyuan was taken aback by his actions, she opened her eyes, her hand was on his chest, and she didn't know what to react to for a while.

The two bodies were close together, each other's heartbeats and breaths intertwined, and it was impossible to tell who was whom.

Meng Chuyuan blinked, his cheeks flushed slightly, and there was a hint of nervousness hidden in his expression, "You ......"

Lu Qingye didn't speak, but his eyes were full of bestiality.

Seeing him like this, Meng Chuyuan suddenly wanted to speak and stopped.

After a while, Lu Qingye's expression softened a little, and he said hoarsely: "What did you want to say just now?" ”

Meng Chuyuan poked his chest with his fingers, and said without changing his face: "Can you communicate in a different posture?" (End of chapter)