Zhuo Zhiwei sat on her bed, her face turned dark, just now she didn't know how much effort she had used to restrain the urge to kick this person into the air.

But she just forgave that person and asked her to take the initiative to kiss her. She couldn't hold her back, and... as if she couldn't wait.

Zhuo Zhi pursed his lips slightly, breathing a little.

Fortunately, this person's service is fairly attentive.

He Qingqi knelt down behind her, and the step of wiping her hair had passed. She took the hair dryer and gently moved her fingers through Zhuo Zhiwei's hair.

The eyes are soft, like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

After a short while, the hair was blown dry, He Qingqi pulled out the plug, picked up the comb, and combed the man bit by bit.

The fuchsia hair is still hot after baking with a hair dryer, which is wrapped around the fingertips.

He Qingqi's heart was also hot, the corners of his lips rose, and he secretly took a deep breath, feeling the familiar fragrance.

They didn't talk to each other, they just sat quietly in the quiet night, suddenly spreading endless feeling of warmth.

"slight……"

He Qingqi suddenly hugged Zhuo Zhiwei from behind, put his forehead on her shoulder, closed his eyes and rubbed it lightly, his attachment was ready to come out.

Zhuo Zhiwei was a little nervous, his breathing gradually slowed down, and the suppressed breathing brought a particularly powerful heartbeat.

Hanging her head slightly, bit her lip, and the moonlight cool ring on her figure, which made her calm face even more dusty.

"what's happenin?"

She spoke slowly.

He Qingqi didn't answer, just holding her, Zhuo Zhiwei always indulged her, his smile flashed, and he kept this posture until his back became sore.

I don’t know how long it took, He Qingqi suddenly sighed:

"I really like you so much."

The first sentence was still in a fluttering tone, and the latter sentence was suddenly ruthless: "How can you be so good?"

He Qingqi raised his head, spread his legs apart, and moved on the bed to find the angle. His legs were tightly hooked around Zhuo Zhiwei's waist, and a big dog hung on her body like a big dog.

The two were close to each other, and He Qingqi wrapped her shoulders around her, whispering in her ear, with a slightly blurred tone: "Your waist is so thin."

Breath kept hitting her ears, Zhuo Zhiwei inevitably trembled, and the deer bumped randomly.

Fingers tightened suddenly, glanced at her, and accidentally landed on the two long and thin legs that hung around her waist. The legs are beautiful, and the fingers are round, exuding a sense of youthfulness. ...

Zhuo Zhiwei blinked wildly, his throat tightened, and his heartbeat kept ringing like thunder.

The man continued to say: "Obviously so thin, why is it so soft in your hug?"

The heartbeat became more and more chaotic, Zhuo Zhiwei's ears became red, and his body became more than half soft.

Fearing that the person would discover his emotions, he lowered his head and said in a small voice: "You let me go."

The voice was obedient and soft, and he struggled twice.

"So hot."

He Qingqi is almost going to be cut to death by her. His online girlfriend's fan turned into a mother's fan, with little stars in her eyes, and she kissed her hardly on the ear: "Why are you so cute, Weiwei!"

The thunderous voice frightened Zhuo Zhiwei. She trembled all over, opened her eyes wide, covered her ears, and later realized that she had been kissed, and she was said to be...cute.

He looked a little bit shy and pursed his lips, and his heart surged with excitement, but the intensity of the struggle became stronger.

He Qingqi let go of her obediently, succeeded in taking advantage, and couldn't help licking his lips contentedly.

Even the ears are sweet, and blinked his eyes twice.

Zhuo Zhi pursed his lips slightly, turned his head and glared at her, got into his thin blanket, turned his back to her and said nothing.

He Qingqi was not too crowded. After turning off the light, he didn't take a shower, so he went in cheeky and hugged her from behind.

Zhuo Zhi slightly curled the corners of her lips, held the hand placed on her waist, and gently closed his eyes.

The silent night seems particularly suitable for expressing one's heart.

He Qingqi called her again: "Weiwei."

"You don't blame me, do you?"

Although she would seem a little superfluous at this time, she still intends to talk about it. The question can't just go over in such a vague way. She wants to hear what Zhuo Zhiwei thinks.

She felt that Zhuo Zhiwei trembled suddenly, and she didn't speak for a long time, and she couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, and her heart beat.

Zhuo Zhiwei opened his eyes in the dark, and after so long, he had adapted to the black, so he could see his surroundings clearly.

Her gaze fell on the drinking fountain where she and He Qingqi were kissing a few days ago. She said she was thirsty and tricked He Qingqi over there, wanting to give her a drinking fountain like she did at that time.

There is also the pillow... this watch that symbolizes the girl's mind.

Isn't it... I wore this watch on Fang Xuanyao in my previous life? Isn't it... All the warmth He Qingqi has given her has been given to Fang Xuanyao?

There is also the sentence I like you, how many times did she say to Fang Xuanyao?

The past flashes in front of me like a revolving lantern. When I think of it, I can’t help but feel sweet, but now it is full of sourness.

She is going crazy with jealousy.

Even if this person now belongs to her.

Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes were cool, he reached out from the quilt, and gently rubbed the dial.

She curled her lips like a mockery. She didn't intend to say anything, so she let the incident pass silently. She Quandang didn’t know, Quandang had never heard that incredible story, Quandang she was still that, she In love, a nineteen-year-old girl.

But this person's question made jealousy suddenly resemble a vine, clinging to her whole heart, and she couldn't help but speak:

"What about weird?"

"If you blame it, you can be only nineteen years old... No, are you twenty years old?"

"If you blame it, you can forget everything about Fang Xuanyao, do you only love me?"

Zhuo Zhiwei's voice was light, as if he was telling something simpler.

He Qingqi heard bitterness and jealousy from it.

Zhuo Zhiwei sighed slightly, his eyes staying on the watch.

Confusion flashed in her eyes, and her voice was ethereal:

"I know I'm wrong, after all... after all, I came late, and you are also a victim. You were deceived by... someone who has been in love for so long. My heart hurts, but I still can't help but blame you."

Zhuo Zhiwei turned over and faced He Qingqi face to face. They were very close, but there was no ambiguity.

She frowned, with some tears in her mouth: "Can you understand? It's that kind of unreasonable but still uncomfortable feeling."

Zhuo Zhiwei raised his hand and touched his heart.

"I have always been a very determined person. I think I should break up with you."

"But..." She chuckled inexplicably: "Just thinking about the possibility, my tears don't seem to belong to me."

He Qingqi's pupils flickered, filled with distressed emotions.

She closed her eyes, nodded, and said softly: "I understand."

"You should be angry. If it is me, I will be angry. I love you, Weiwei. From then on I only love you."

Zhuo Zhi pursed his lips slightly, frowning with restraint.

He Qingqi suffocated his breath, and suddenly remembered the girl who had tolerated and restrained at all times in his previous life. Standing there in the distance, she looked empty, but she felt a sense of emptiness.

The eyelashes fluttered twice and gasped quickly, seemingly uncomfortable.

She stroked Zhuo Zhiwei's face, leaned forward and kissed the corner of her eye lightly, rubbing her lips to relieve the pain in her heart.

Muttered: "Weiwei, in front of me, you don't have to be so restrained."

"I belong to you. I belong to you. You can punish me whatever you want. You can ignore me, hit me, scold me, even if you break up with me!" He Qingqi gasped heavily.

"I will still stay by your side, love you, please you, and pursue you again."

"You will be self-willed to me, don't embarrass yourself, okay?"

Zhuo Zhiwei heard the words, his eyes moved slightly, staring at her in a daze, his throat was sore.

Since childhood, no one has told her such things.

Mother kept telling her: "Wei Wei, bear with me."

Hold it up, behave, stay at home or go to cram school alone.

Bear with it, Nan Jue is still young, don't care about her.

Hold back, mom is pregnant...

She is accustomed to forbearance and tolerance. Even now, she obviously cares about it, but she still chooses to ignore it. Seeing He Qingqi feel lost and uncomfortable, she wants to wrong herself.

Her only waywardness was the words that stung He Qingqi that night.

But later it was posted that this is nowhere.

Now this person tells her that you can be willful...

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn't help but stretched out his hand to put her hand on her cheek, traced her eyes, her nose, and then to the lips that had kissed the corner of her eye just now, poking in gently, teasing the soft tongue.

Her eyes were confused, but there was a desire to know at a glance: "Can I?"

He Qingqi nodded, and blinked his eyelids: "Of course." She slowly moved closer.

Breathing closer and closer.

"For example, now..." She narrowed her eyebrows slightly, her eyes fell on the lips of the moonlight with an unclear color, and she whispered, "You should want to kiss me."

The moment his lips touched, Zhuo Zhiwei trembled.

Unable to restrain it anymore, he hooked He Qingqi's shoulders severely, panting heavily, rushing in her mouth, not as gentle as before, but rather reckless and rude.

He Qingqi was a little bit painful by her unorganized trickery, but she still contained everything she had, and slowly patted her back to comfort her, watching her soften into a pool of water in her arms, kissing until she was deprived of oxygen.

For a long time, Zhuo Zhi rubbed against He Qingqi's neck and breathed deeply.

Suddenly asked her: "Is it really possible to do anything?"

"Of course." He Qingqi hugged her waist.

"Then I..." Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes flashed a sly smile: "I regret it and don't want to forgive you."

"Didn't you say you can break up? Then I don't want you."

The more He Qingqi listened, the more things went wrong, the alarm bells rang out in his heart, and he stopped holding her, and he felt like he had lifted a rock and hit her in the foot.

Frowning his brows, he looked at her pitifully: "What, what?"

The smile in Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes flashed away, and the words were round and round, and he said every word: "I said, I don't want you anymore, let's be friends."

She got up, took a long leg, stepped over her, raised her chin slightly, and He Qingqi looked up at her, inexplicably thinking of the cat that Chai Xu's family raised when she was a child. Similarly, she was arrogant and...cute.

Blinked.

Zhuo Zhiwei lay down on another bed and glanced back at her:

"I'm going to sleep, don't harass me, we are just friends now, you must pay attention to your identity."

He Qingqi blinked again, as if he didn't understand her meaning, and pretended to be taken aback: "Oh, why doesn't my body listen to it!"

Moved, moved into Zhuo Zhiwei's bed and hugged her: "I don't want to let my hands be!"

"There is still a mouth..." What the hell?

"You!...Woo."

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Zhuo Zhiwei grieved and looked at her: "You lie to me."

He Qingqi pretended to be innocent: "Am I?"

"We are friends now! Will friends kiss?"

"Like us." He Qingqi looked sincere.