The voice stopped abruptly.

The back of Wen Queyu's head suddenly became heavy, Qi Zhaowei raised his hand to cover it, hooked her whole little head into the crook of her arm, and said lightly: "It's noisy, don't say it, sleep." ”

He didn't know if he did it in a conscious state, or if he was dizzy, Wen Queyu's little head was forced to stick to his hot chest, and his heart was beating so fast that he was about to hit the heart wall, but he didn't dare to move.

But maybe she was reluctant to push him away, she thought.

Then she reluctantly hugged him for a while, just for a while, for a while......

Thinking so firmly, when the tiredness hit again, her eyelids were dry and astringent, she unconsciously closed her eyes and fell into a dream.

In the position when she first fell asleep, she was sitting on a small stool, her head was hooked by Qi Zhaoya, and her arm was half pillowed on her chest.

And in the morning light, when she woke up slowly, she found that her whole person was curled up in Qi Zhaoea's arms, and Qi Zhaowei was squeezed on the cramped sofa in the space!

This... This is what she climbed up on her own, and... Or did Qi Zhaowei pick her up?

His expression stiffened, Wen Queyu raised his head slightly, and as far as his eyes could see, it was Qi Zhaoea's exquisite jawline, and further up, the corners of his sexy and cold thin crimson lips......

It's even more exciting than her AI boyfriend.

Still, it's a pity, alas.

"It's so good-looking, and it doesn't give people a kiss. I don't know what I was born for? Wen Queyu was so greedy that he couldn't help but complain and muttered, "It's really unreasonable to take such a good resource for nothing." ”

"Then give you a kiss?" Suddenly, Qi Zhaoxiao's hoarse and low voice rippled above her head, so startled that she almost didn't bite her tongue.

"You... Are you awake? Wen Que struggled out of his arms in a panic, and first explained awkwardly: "That...... I didn't mean to climb up and sleep with you. I don't mean to take advantage of you, after all, you don't smell good in my eyes now. It was an accident. ”

Qi Zhaowei: Why is the plot of "......" like this?

He has watched TV series, usually men and women mainly sleep together when they are accidentally drunk or something, and when they wake up the next day, they must be the heroine who is delicate and ashamed and dare not look at the male protagonist.

And what about her, why can't people touch the routine?

If I knew that she was so anti-bone and rebellious, I shouldn't have carried her up to sleep in the early morning......

Qi Zhaowei's eyes were closed, and he kept his mind calm and said: "Since it is no longer fragrant in your eyes, why are your calves still so restless from the stool to my waist when I fall asleep?" ”

If she hadn't seduced him like this, he wouldn't have been able to carry her onto the sofa so uncontrollably, "The flexibility is good, Wen Que said." ”

Wen Que language: "......"!!

How can it be?

How could she possibly do such a stupid thing!

"You don't fool me." Wen Que didn't believe it, "My legs are so short, it's impossible to press on your waist." ”

Short legs?

Almost all legs from the neck down, still short?

If she hadn't seen her wear that little nightdress, Qi Zhaowei might have believed it.

And since he saw it, he couldn't forget it, because he never knew that the girl's private nightdress was so thin, so short, so sexy, and it was all snow-white......

Her shoulders and neck, her small waist, her legs......

Qi Zhaowei took a secret breath, snuffed out the dust hooks, covered the heat in his eyes, and changed the topic: "Yes, you have short legs." Can you go and help me make a bowl of porridge, I'm a little hungry right now. ”

"Hmm." Wen Queyu nodded, and became very docile and well-behaved again, "Then do you want to drink white porridge or yam porridge?" ”

"White porridge."

"Oh." Wen Que responded and paced into the kitchen to wash rice.

Qi Zhaowei took advantage of this gap to lift the quilt and put the dried clothes back on his body one by one.

After Wen Que washed the rice, put it in the casserole and boiled it, he came out and saw that he was already well-dressed.

And the sunlight came in from the balcony, enveloping him all around, as if everything that happened to him was nothing but a dream of fireworks.

Wen Queyu's heart tightened, and she wanted to ask him, is he chasing her like this?

Why don't you talk about it?

Don't you know how to speak?