Sang Yu was sideways in the quilt, hugging her slick legs, her cheeks flushed and biting the pillow, feeling Lan Qin patting her arm to soothe.
His movements were unhurried, and his strength was blocked by the quilt, and when he fell on her, it was extremely gentle and comfortable.
Even with his face covered, I can think of his smiling expression at the moment.
Sang Yu sniffed, the bumpy emotions couldn't help but gradually stabilize, slowly opened the curled up body, lay down, Lan Qin's hand immediately moved down, pressing on her slightly aching lower abdomen.
She tugged down the edge of the quilt little by little, revealing her eyes, colliding with Lan Qin's alien pupils looking at her.
My heart pounded, and the blood gurgled with a bang.
Sang Yu's body was stiff, she was really about to cry, she shrank into the bed with the quilt, and kept a distance from a certain hormone source, "Qinqin, don't worry about me, I'll just lie down again, if you're hungry, be wronged first, and heat up the stock in the refrigerator." ” Lan Qin touched her pale face, twisted her eyebrows, pulled the quilt high and wrapped her up, picked up the sheets and pajama pants and turned around and went downstairs.
Sang Yu looked at his back and wanted to cry even more.
Walk well Shouldn't you hold her and coax her a little more?
Are you secretly disgusting her?
She puffed out her face and hid her head again, her thin fingertips creaked at the sheets, and as her heart tossed and turned, she heard the footsteps of the distance come back again, and her familiar hand reached out to her, and carefully fished her out of the quilt.
Sang Yu sat up in a daze and was hugged to his chest.
Lan Qin hugged her, her warm lips pressed against the corners of her forehead, and showed her the screen first, "Hungry or not" Sang Yu shook his head, his mood instantly improved, and he hummed quietly, "I'm not hungry, I'll eat when I wake up." ” Lan Qin's arm tightened tighter, and he typed with one hand, "I poured boiling water, you can drink a little if it doesn't get hot, it's still early, and then continue to sleep after drinking." ” It turned out that he had just gone downstairs to pour water.
The corners of Sang Yu's mouth curled, and he tilted his head and gave a small kiss on his well-defined chin, his whole body did not feel hot, and the swelling pain in his lower abdomen was not so obvious.
Lan Qin simply hugged her to his lap with the quilt, gently shook her and coaxed her, tried the water temperature every few seconds, and when he could swallow it, he fed the water cup to her mouth.
Sang Yu drank half a cup of his hand, sweating slightly, and sleepiness also came up.
Lan Qin reluctantly put her back on the bed and watched her fall asleep before leaving the bedroom silently and going downstairs to put the sheets in the washing machine.
He stood on the edge of the pool, soaking Sang Yu's soiled pajama pants in water, the dried blood melted on his fingertips, he felt a slightly slippery touch, and his cold white neck turned red unconsciously.
Until he had been washed for a while, Lan Qin still couldn't get out of the bloodstain, and buried his head with his face covered.
Even if it's a stain that needs to be cleaned, as long as he thinks that it's a small fish, he likes it.
Is he really very sick?
Lan Xiaoqin, who was very sick, turned on her mobile phone and searched for what is suitable for girls to eat for her aunt, Baidu said, hot, soft, and blood-replenishing.
Lan Qin knew that Baidu couldn't believe it all, so he checked it in many ways, compared it in the vast recipe for a long time, and decided that he should boil a bowl of brown sugar millet porridge for Xiaoyu.
Millet often does, and the kitchen definitely has.
When he first moved here, Xiaoyu made him a small steamed cake with brown sugar, and there were also them.
Lan Qin went into the kitchen to find the two ingredients, memorized the steps, washed the millet, took the appropriate amount of water, and put it on the stove.
The next step is to fire.
Lan Qin stared at the pot for a full two or three minutes, his fingers touched the gas switch several times, and then his bones were white, and he grabbed his trouser leg hard.
When the fish is there, he can try it with his eyes closed.
But now he can't close his eyes, he has to watch with his own eyes, boil the rice on high heat, and then turn to low heat and simmer slowly. fire Lan Qin's throat rolled, his eyes closed, the back of his neck reflexively moistened, the burning pain in his mouth began to spread, and the scattered fragments came back to his mind sharply.
He pressed his hands firmly on the edge of the counter, forcing himself to stop remembering.
Small fish The little fish are uncomfortable.
Lan Qin swallowed a few times, and Sang Yu's delicate face squeezed away the firelight, jumped in front of him, and rubbed against him weakly.
He took a breath, pressed the switch and twisted it quickly, and the pale blue flame of the natural gas jumped in response, and the hula ignited, burning through the bottom of the pot in an instant.
Hold for three seconds.
Lan Qin was hard to endure, and leaned over and touched a small rectangular porcelain plate, blocking his eyes.
He covered his eyes with a plate in one hand, stirred in the pot with a spoon in the other, the heat of the flame was close at hand, occasionally brushing his hand to reach the hideous scar on his wrist.
But the conch bracelet made by Sang Yu himself is like a barrier, protecting him with a thin one.
Lan Qin propped up until the millet rolled away, turned down the heat and covered the pot, exited the kitchen with a pale face, and closed the door tightly.
He went back to the living room and sat for a while, his mind was nowhere to put it, and he was always thinking about the upstairs, so he packed up his drawing tools, walked lightly past the bedroom on the second floor, and walked into the small terrace on the third floor.
During Xiaoyu's five days in Hainan, he updated a lot of pictures to her every day, and if she came back and suddenly broke off, she would definitely feel strange.
She said in the message that she cares about the follow-up.
And the follow-up of the blue deep sea and The Little Mermaid In the terrace.
Lan Qin's long eyelashes lowered, sat on the rattan chair last night, turned on the computer to connect the hand-drawn tablet, couldn't control the heat of his heart, and the appearance of Xiao Yu's greasy letting in his arms was vivid, hooking his mind.
Sang Yu didn't sleep very well, and woke up in an hour, his body was too sore, and he was lazy and unwilling to move.
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She saw that Lan Qin was not there, the bedroom door was closed, and she wanted to send him a message, so she picked up her phone and pressed the screen on, the little mermaid on the lock screen had long hair and a slender waist, which was quite eye-catching.
I almost forgot, there are still big things I haven't figured out.
Sang Yu rolled around in the quilt a few times, her head was a little rusty, wondering whether she should ask directly, Qin Qin loved her silently in the way of weather forecasting, and she couldn't bear to force him to explain anything.
What's more, even if she guesses accurately, there is no direct evidence after all Airplanes.
The phone vibrates.
Sang Yu hurriedly flipped over to look, and on the screen, Huo Ran jumped out of a new hand-drawn drawing.
The Little Mermaid's dress turned back into a colorful fishtail and threw herself into the sea, the blue deep sea turning into a man's silhouette and hugging her tightly in her arms.
Sang Yu stared without blinking, breathing rapidly.
Chin Chin is drawing, right now.
Direct evidence, is Qin Qin going to take the initiative to send her to the door Sang Yu leaned on the head of the bed and gasped a few times, she couldn't control her excitement, and hurriedly sent a WeChat message to Lan Qin, "Qinqin, I'm awake and a little hungry, can you give me the food in the refrigerator?"
Her heart was beating like a drum, and she quickly pulled her hair and lay down, pretending to be confused when she had just woken up.
In less than ten seconds, the door was pushed open by Lan Qin, his face was faintly red, and he showed her the screen anxiously, "Is it better?"
Sang Yu pulled his hand and whispered, "It doesn't hurt, it's just hungry." ” Lan Qin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the porridge he had boiled should be almost ready, smoothed her hair, and went downstairs and went straight to the kitchen.
As soon as he left, Sang Yu quickly sat up.
Listen to the voice, Chinchin is down from the third floor, then the terrace Her chest was so hot that she held her aching waist and crept into the terrace, his laptop on the small coffee table, his drawing board connected, and the pen on the side, apparently just put down.
The computer didn't have time to turn off, the desktop was empty, and there were three minimized windows in the taskbar.
Everything revealed the fact that she had guessed.
Sang Yu sat in Lan Qin's position, her fingers touched the mouse that was still warm, her palm was hot, and her mouth was dry.
She's really not watching, it's about her, she can't help but care, she promises not to look around The mouse is pressed tremblingly, and the window below pops up.
One, it's a hand-drawn drawing that has just been drawn.
One, is the program background that she can't understand dazzlingly.
There is also an open folder, which contains hundreds of picture files, all of which are the ones she is most familiar with, the blue deep sea and the little mermaid.
Sang Yu pressed her forehead, closed her eyes and tried her best to stabilize her emotions, and clicked on the nearest one, which was done just a few minutes ago, exactly the same as the one she received on her phone.
She flipped through it again, and noticed the time first, but it was only half an hour apart.
Then his gaze turned to the picture, Sang Yu covered his mouth, and blood rushed to the top of his head.
It's not a little freshness to show her. on this picture The blue deep sea and the Little Mermaid hold the same hugging pose, kissing deeply.
It is obviously different from the previous shallow encounter, and it is a deep kiss where the lips and tongue are intertwined, and you can see the wet water marks Sang Yuqiang couldn't hold back her trembling, afraid that Qin Qin would be exposed by her, in case she was too shy to destroy such a beautiful picture, she raced against time to take a picture with her mobile phone and keep it, and continued to flip forward, but the more she turned her hands, the more she trembled, only to find that Lan Qin had shown her, but it was only a small part of it.
He's painted too much The Little Mermaid roams freely, and the deep sea rolls up waves to entangle her fishtail.
However, the deep sea is reluctant to give up after all, and silently endures and watches.
When the Little Mermaid smiles, the deep sea ripples with joy.
The little mermaid ignored it coldly, and the deep sea bowed her head silently and wept.
As well as the loneliness of the deep sea, the constant longing for the Little Mermaid, the countless words of monologue, and the intimacy of large and small. these She hadn't seen any of them.
What Lan Qin showed her was mostly peaceful and tranquil, gentle thoughts, and what he left to himself was deep loneliness, constant hope, and his boiling stormy waves.
Sang Yu's wrist trembled slightly, restored the windows one by one, got up and grabbed the armrest, and moved back to the bed in the bedroom.
She thought she was happy to reveal Chin Chin's little secret.
However, at this moment, his chest was sour, and his eyes were hot for a while.
Sang Yu hugged the pillow, clicked on the weather forecast, carefully used all the intimate functions, and his eyes fell on the icon that changes with the weather in the upper right corner of the screen.
Salted egg yolk big sun, squid ring moon, thin noodles light rain All kinds of food.
It turned out that it was not an illusion, it was Qin Qin who thought she liked cooking, so he deliberately painted her like this.
From the first time she went to Linjiang high-level door-to-door injection, she left the first comment and was replied in seconds, and now, every time she receives attention, it turns out that behind it is all his care and thoughtfulness.
There are so many fragmentary memories about the weather forecast that it is impossible to count them at one time.
Sang Yu thought that on the day of their first encounter, she forced the weak Lan Qin to update the program to fix the bug, and when she thought about what he looked like at that time, her heart was so sour that she wanted to shed tears.
The door slammed, and Lan Qin came in with a dinner plate, sat on the edge of the bed, and saw that her face was not good, and tried her forehead worriedly.
Sang Yu grabbed his hand and clenched it hard, refusing to raise his eyes, for fear of revealing the redness under his eyes.
Lan Qin hurriedly put down the porridge and pulled her into his arms.
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The tip of Sang Yu's nose moved, and he sensitively smelled the fragrance. brown sugar The stock in her refrigerator has nothing to add brown sugar to it.
Vaguely aware of something in his head, Sang Yu sat up straight suddenly, stared at Lan Qin, turned his head, and clearly saw the steaming bowl in the tray.
Bowl It is sticky and suitable, freshly cooked brown sugar millet porridge.
She was dizzy, pointed to the porridge, and asked in disbelief: "Who made this?"
Lan Qin pursed his lips and smiled.
Sang Yu held back his emotions, "Qinqin, there is no induction cooker here for what you made, and the rice cooker is slow, it takes more than two hours to boil for this effect, are you firing?"
Lan Qin was a little embarrassed, and his eyes were full of sweetness.
Sang Yu looked at the porridge, and then at him.
The suppressed tears could no longer hold on, and they flowed down in an uproar.
In the years she had never set foot in, and in those corners that she couldn't see, Lan Qin was trying so hard to love her.
Lan Qin wiped her tears in a panic, and hurriedly went to find her mobile phone to type her.
Sang Yu grabbed him, picked up his face and kissed him.
The tears were salty and damp, and the tip of her tongue was hot and soft.
Lan Qin was still reluctant to stay away, didn't care about words, grabbed her waist, pressed her up and kissed deeply.
Sang Yu cried even harder.
She sobbed and raised her slightly red and swollen lips, stumbling and saying, "No, I can't kiss it."
Lan Qin hugged her, unsatisfied, stroked her head with unsteady breathing, and asked silently.
Sang Yu wiped her tears and hiccuped slightly.
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