Chapter 392 Throwing stones to ask for directions 7

  Qi Qingyao was depressed and wanted to speak.

  A soft finger poked her face.

  Qi Qingyao: "..."

  Poke my face? What is this operation?

  The long finger poke on her smooth and white face, and then quickly retracted it, and then confirmed that the girl had no response, and then struck again. This time, it was not a poke, but a touch.

  As if using her thumb and index finger together, she gently squeezed her face.

  Qi Qingyao, who plays the role of a tool man, feels inexplicably like a little toy...is being played by the sick person Lu Wei!

  But no emotions can be expressed or seized, because that will scare him...

  ……

Lu Yan did squat in front of her, looked at Qi Qingyao for a long time, and made sure that the little girl would not move or speak at all. After being a tool man, he began to look at the blindfolded face from the sight of a normal person. Girl in a black cloth.

  The girl sits on a chair, her hands are tied to the armrests on both sides, and her feet are also tied. A black cloth was also covered on her face, and the corners of her slightly drooping mouth seemed a little frustrated, so she looked pitiful and cute.

  He didn't speak.

  Being tied up, she was also very obediently silent.

Lu Nian, a man who has never been interested in people, looked at the black cloth on the girl’s face and thought of her usually. She was clever and cunning, and her eyes flowed occasionally. Now a black cloth covers her eyes and also covers those things. The fierceness and aura made her look particularly pitiful.

  He tentatively reached out to poke her.

  After poking a few times, she squeezed again.

  The girl still said nothing.

  Lu Nicai was a little unwilling to stand up, and he completely regarded the person **** in front of him as a humanoid toy and praised him.

   "Is the little girl's face so soft?"

  "……"

  Qi Qingyao was startled.

"Your little girl, is the hairline so good? Or is it only your hairline so good? Obviously I see Jiang Siliu, the Han family, and many young girls in Jingcheng, who have relatively high foreheads and good hair quality. That's all. But your hairline is beautiful."

  "……"

  The hairline is beautiful? Is this a compliment? Qi Qingyao was very skeptical.

   "The face is soft, white, squeezed, it is more comfortable than men's."

  "……"

  Her face was squeezed again, and in the darkness before her eyes, Qi Qingyao always felt that his words were very beautiful.

  Just thinking about this, her hand was held by someone, and she was still being held, as if she was being observed.

  "The fingers are very thin and white, and the knuckles are also beautiful."

  "……"

  What kind of boasting is this?

  I'm complimenting that this body is very good...

   "The ears are also pretty long."

  "……"

  Qi Qingyao thought, buddy, you can boast casually, don't you think it's a bit exaggerated if you boast too much?

   "Do little girls smell so much? It smells more scent than men. Did you put on some perfume powder?"

  "……"

  Hey, hey, how close is he to her now?

  How can I smell it.

  Furthermore, she doesn’t taste at all, OK! She has been so busy these days like a ghost, how can she have time to study the powder? It's better to talk about the smell of medicine!

   "But it's kind of like medicine."

  "……"

  The nose is still not malfunctioning, there is help!

  Qi Qingyao finished the defamation in her heart. Suddenly, she felt a finger touch her eyebrows directly through the black cloth, and then slowly moved down, touching her eyes, nose, followed by her lips...

  (End of this chapter)