Under the pillow, the underwear that belonged to Lu Qingshi was finally pulled out little by little by her hand.

She stared at it for a long time.

Xu imagined some pictures, her porcelain white face was flushed.

Actually, it's not like she's not unseen.

I forgot that it was a few grades in high school, once the school suddenly took a half-day vacation in advance, she took the bus home, Lu Qingshi, who originally went to school to pick her up in the afternoon, was still at home and didn't go out, she wanted to tell him that she came back early, but at the moment when she pushed open his bedroom, she happened to meet Lu Qingshi, who came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and was wearing only a pair of underwear.

At that time, she was still young, and she didn't have a deep understanding of the differences between men and women, but that hurried glimpse became the most unforgettable cinnabar mole in her heart in the long and silent years of her secret love.

It was also since then that Lu Qingshi told her seriously for the first time that she had grown up, he was her brother, and she could no longer go in and out of his bedroom at will, and she had to know how to avoid suspicion.

Jiang Qian was sad for a while.

The fabric is thin, and sweat gradually begins in the palms of my hands.

She was reluctant to let go.

Instead, as if she had been deeply bewitched by magic, she didn't know what secret psychology she didn't put it under the pillow, but gently approached the tip of her nose.

But I only smelled the scent of laundry pods and fabric softener.

And the smell of sunshine.

I don't know what kind of smell Lu Qingshi's body will have, whether it is the same as his kiss, clean, clear, and smelly.

Realizing what she was doing, Jiang Qian was startled by herself.

But it was only a moment of surprise, and that little bit of shame and uneasiness was annihilated by the love in her heart like a hurricane at this moment.

After all, this was the only proof that she could think about him without scruples.

Jiang Qian thought boldly, Lu Qingshi would never know anyway.

The first rays of the morning sun broke through the darkness of the night, and the thin light and shadow leaked in through the glass window, and the light jumped into her eyes that had not been closed all night.

She turned her head, and the hour hand was already pointing to half past five in the morning.

At the same time, she heard the subtle sound of Lu Qingshi's room, their rooms were all pure pear blossom wood floors, high-end and precious, and when the slippers stepped on the floor, they could hardly hear the sound.

Lu Qingshi has always been a self-disciplined person, even if he has a hangover like last night, he still gets up at half past five in the morning.

Jiang Qian knew that he would go to the morning exercise later, and then come back at about half past six and make her breakfast.

This is true year after year.

But if she doesn't want to eat breakfast at home occasionally, Lu Qingshi will also indulge her, go out half an hour earlier in the morning, drive around half of Jiangcheng, and go to Nanjing Road to buy her her favorite fried buns.

Jiang Qian heard the sound of him going out, and the sleepiness that had been grinding for a night suddenly invaded, she was half-asleep and half-awake and slept for a while, and then heard Lu Qingshi knock on her door and call her to get up.

Last night's ears and temples grinded, and the lingering heat rose on her face again when she walked out of the room and caught a glimpse of the neatness on the sofa that had been tidied up by her for a long time.

She didn't know if Lu Qingshi would remember what happened last night, but judging from his calm expression that was the same as usual, and the usual gentle and educational tone when he talked to her, he should not remember that they had been intimately entangled together last night.

I don't remember that he had tasted her presumptuously, that his hand had reached into her clothes.

"Shallow?" Lu Qingshi looked at her.

Jiang Qianmeng came back to his senses, only to see Lu Qingshi pour a glass of milk for her and put it in front of her, the bony hand that had wantonly caressed her was holding her chopsticks at the moment, waiting for her to pick it up.