Yan Yanqi wanted to let him fall asleep early to avoid being embarrassed when he came out.
When Bo Qichen came out, Yan Yanqi was indeed asleep.
Look at the arched lump on the bed.
Bo Qichen pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly.
Walking over, he leaned down to help her pull the quilt down, so that her head was exposed, so that she couldn't get stuffy.
Lying down on the other side, Bo Qichen didn't hug her.
He was afraid that he couldn't help it, and the fire that had just been leaked reappeared.
It was torture After all, you can't eat it when you see it.
He also understands the current words, so he doesn't dare to do anything with her now.
For Yan Yanqi now, maybe his kiss and hug are a little abrupt in her opinion.
So Bo Qichen still felt that he should take his time, just like when they were first together before, take his time.
Maybe it's an opportunity.
He is also sure that Yan Yanqi will fall in love with him again and accept himself.
For Yan Yanqi, you must take the initiative, but you can't behave too much.
Taking a deep breath, Bo Qichen looked at her sleeping face and smiled contentedly.
Forget it, no matter what, no matter how long it takes, he still thinks it's worth it.
After all, the object is Yan Yanqi.
Seven deserves the best of everything.
Two days later, Yan Yanqi watched the movie with Dongfang Shiyu and Little Lemon.
The three women are sitting together, especially with such an extroverted girl as Oriental poetry, and they must talk about some intimate topics.
"Little Seven.
Seventh Master has been with you recently, do you have that?
Dongfang Shiyu looked at her curiously.
And the little lemon on the side is particularly introverted, and people can't help but blush when they hear this topic.
She is relatively simple, but her husband is Ouyang Zuo, so she is not as simple and stupid as before, after all, she is also in her twenties now, and naturally knows what the Oriental poetry means.
Hearing this, Yan Yanqi, who was eating double skin milk and looking at the screen seriously, paused slightly, turned her head, bit her spoon and looked at Dongfang Shiyu, frowning: "What that" which one is Her current memory and mind belong to the age of sixteen, so she doesn't know a lot about certain things.
Dongfang Shiyu sighed, and then leaned into her ear and whispered: "It's sex." ” Word 7: "" "I'm only sixteen years old, is it really good for you to tell me this" Yan Yanqi looked at her with a shocked face.
Dongfang Shiyu couldn't help but speak: "You are thirty-two." ” Word 7: "" Well, that's also true.
"Nope."
Yan Yanqi hesitated and shook his head.
There is no part of her current memory about the one with Bo Qichen.
Hearing this, Dongfang Shiyu was a little surprised.
"The seventh master can endure it so much, and he has endured it for eleven years, will the seventh master not mention his coldness" Bo Qichen couldn't have other women when Yan Yan Qi was not there, so Yan Yan Qi was not there, and Bo Qichen naturally kept holding back.
Yan Yanqi subconsciously retorted: "No, last night" Oriental poetry lit up: "":