Zhao Cheng didn't speak, but stretched out his finger and gently pressed it on the tip of her tongue and said in a deep voice.

"You said you are such an adult, why are you still the same as a child."

Song Qing didn't expect him to lick it so subconsciously.

"You ......"

Song Qing reacted, and instantly turned red and dodged his hand.

it!

it!

She, what did she just do.

Song Qing's gaze fell on his hand.

Water Stains!

Mom, I'm still a pure child.

"I'm up." Song said softly, blushing and preparing to get up.

But before the person got up, he suddenly felt his waist being buckled.

The next moment a sense of oppression came.

Only a whimper was left on his lips, unable to speak.

At this time, the petite she looked insignificant under him.

This feeling of being so nervous that he didn't know what to do made Song Qing subconsciously raise his hand and want to push people.

As soon as her hand was raised, the man grabbed it and pressed it against the pillow above her head.

The man's strength made Song Qing a little overwhelmed, but it was undeniable that she had no idea of resisting except for being nervous.

Some only have whimpering sounds, pitiful.

In a daze, Song Qing's body trembled and couldn't help but open his eyes.

Facing the man's deep eyes, Song shook his head timidly.

Zhao Cheng really stopped.

He lowered his head and rubbed his face against her cheek.

"Madame, so good."

It turns out that this man is like this when he talks about love seriously.

It's hard to imagine that maybe such a Zhao Cheng is something that others will never see.

Thinking of this, Song Qing had a special feeling in his heart.

Feeling that one of his hands was still clasped with his, Song Qing only felt that his palms were a little hot.

As far as the eye could see, there were his shoulders and a slightly messy collar.

Song Qing shyly stretched out his hand and poked him in the shoulder.

"Why did you sleep next to me last night?"

"Climbed into my bed without my permission."

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and raised his head to look at her.

Looking at Song Qing's eyes silently, Zhao Cheng said very seriously.

"Madam, you held me up."

The deep voice came to mind from his ears, and Song Qing's eyes instantly widened, a little incredulous.

"Me?"

"I, I'm holding you."

it!

it!

Could it be that she is so impatient? Are you used to him to the point of not letting go?

No wonder I once didn't even let go of the disabled.

This, this is really, shamefully.

Song Qing didn't dare to say that she didn't do it.

After all, when she fell asleep by herself, she seemed to have this habit of holding something and not letting go.

For example, a pillow, or a quilt.

Therefore, it seems reasonable to hug a familiar man.

Song glanced at him and looked away embarrassedly.

"Ahem, I see."

"Don't talk about it."

Looking at her shy appearance, Zhao Cheng reached out and stroked the hair on her forehead.

Zhao Cheng took her hand and kissed it on the lips.

Very light.

Very gentle.

Perhaps this is his special way of showing affection.

There are some things that he can't say and doesn't know how to say.

But he wanted her to know.

I have always loved her.

"I'll get up first."

Zhao Cheng said and turned over and sat up.

Secretly let yourself calm down, but unfortunately, the fire couldn't be suppressed at all.

Zhao Cheng: "......"

Silently put on his shoes, Zhao Cheng got up and walked out of Song Qing's room and went back to his room.

Looking at the closed room door, Song Qing raised his hand to block his eyes.

The scene just now still lingers in my mind.

Song Qing thought about it a lot.

However, no matter what you think, it seems that Zhao Cheng exists.

It turns out that my mind is full of people who feel this way.

In the past, she drew comics, but she just relied on imagination? Blind screenwriters.

As for her, she has never been in love.

And now, she's in love.

I also experienced the feeling of being in the middle.

The corners of Song Qing's mouth couldn't help but rise unconsciously.

She didn't know if other women were so naïve when they fell in love.

And giggles happily.

But that's how she feels.

The golden sunlight in the room looks warm? Teacher Song raised his hand to block the light? Rolled over and climbed up.

Tilting his head to look at the mobile phone on the bedside table, Song Qing thought it was his own.

Reaching out and picking it up, I knew that it was Zhao Cheng's mobile phone, not hers.

The wallpaper is the kind of photo taken by Zhao Yu? He took a picture of himself in his arms.

Song Qing looked at the cold face of the man on the screen wallpaper? I couldn't help but poke my finger at it.

"Look at what, the legendary traitor is you."

After chuckling, Song Qing took a closer look at the time.

It was half past seven.

No wonder the sun is out.

After Song stretched his waist? Put Zhao Cheng's phone back in its place.

Moving around, Song Qing sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his feet to put on his slippers.

She can't be disabled all the time, so she has to move hard.

Song slowly stood up after putting on his slippers? Standing on tiptoe, Song took a light attempt.

It hurts.

Another step on tiptoe.

It still hurts.

However, it is barely within the range of affordability.

Compared to yesterday, it hurt to put down your foot, but today it is much better.

Song Qing bent down and gently rubbed his feet, then stood on tiptoe and bared his teeth and walked two steps.

Two more steps? It hurts, but it's fine.

Song glanced at the distance of the wardrobe in front of him and slowly moved over.

Standing on tiptoe at the door of the wardrobe, Song Qing stretched out his hand and opened the wardrobe door.

Looking at the clothes hanging one by one inside, Song tilted his head and glanced at the door of the room, wondering whether to change clothes quickly.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard footsteps at the door.

The door was pushed open, and Song Qing saw Zhao Cheng as soon as he raised his eyes.

The man at this time was obviously in the shower? Casual trousers black shirt? A pair of cotton slippers were worn underneath.

At this time, the man has one hand on the doorknob? He was looking at her with a look of disapproval.

"What is this?"

Song lightly pointed to the wardrobe and said.

"Find clothes to wear."

"By the way, you go out first? I'll change my clothes. ”

Zhao Cheng glanced at her, raised his foot, walked into the room, and came to her side.

"I haven't seen you there." After Zhao Cheng said a word, he reached out and grabbed Song Qing's waist and hugged the person back to the bed.

"Sit down? I'll get it for you. ”

While speaking, Zhao Cheng walked to the wardrobe and glanced at Song Qing's clothes in the closet? I got her a set that I thought looked pretty good.

After Zhao Cheng took the clothes, he walked to the side of the bed and put the clothes on the bed.

"You're okay, call me." Zhao Cheng stood up and walked out of the room after saying something, and closed the door by the way.

Song Qing looked at the closed door of the room and knew that Zhao Cheng should be standing at her door at this time.

Tilting his head to look at the clothes placed beside him, Song Qing couldn't help but smile.

This man looked cold, but dreamed so carefully.

The dress that Zhao Cheng gave Song Qing was a strap skirt, the skirt reached the knee, and it was a white and blue plaid short sleeve on top.

The short-sleeved cuffs also have an embroidered lettering.

It's simple and beautiful.

Although she looks good in this dress, she looks a little young.

But it's true that she's wearing it at her age.。。

Song glanced at the clothes he was wearing, and straightened his belt.