Chapter 39 She said: I'm not a garbage recycling station

Author: Not as good as the Yanxiang

Chapter 39 She said: I'm not a garbage recycling station

Because he had to check the temperature for him at any time, Yun Qing didn't dare to go to the bedroom to sleep. He changed his ice pack and measured the temperature for him, but it was still close to forty degrees. The sweat beads of sweat came out of his body soaked his neck.

The jawline is also moist, as if he soaks his plain white skin in water, lingering with a layer of translucent sexiness. His well-defined facial features fell asleep without any warning, restraining the arrogance contained in his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, becoming harmless and well-behaved.

Yun Qing thought about his slutty mouth just now, and reached out to pinch his cheek. He felt a trace of pain, raised his hand and knocked Yun Qing's hand off, turned over and fell asleep inside. She got up and got a towel, wiped off the sweat from his face and neck.

At this time, she noticed that Qi Yan's close-fitting clothes seemed to be soaked in sweat. She tried to call him a few times, but there was no reaction. Yun Qing was worried that if he fell asleep like this, the cold would worsen. She was struggling and struggling in her heart, but she decided to change his clothes.

She went to Qi Yan's bedroom to find a set of home clothes, and then helped him sit up and leaned on his shoulders. Yun Qing slowly took off his coat and took off the wool sweater in the middle. He could clearly see the vest that was completely wet with sweat, and sweat beads were still hanging on both sides of the exposed shoulder blades.

Yun Qing had never had such close contact with a man. She shyly turned her head away for a moment, and a faint blush appeared on both sides of her cheeks. Qi Yan's burning temperature came to her clothes, and she felt sweat soaking in her palms.

She tentatively reached out and lifted the corner of her vest, and just exposed one corner of her lower abdomen muscles and loosened her hand. After this several times, why did Yun Qing change his clothes for him?

Just as she gave up for the fifth time, Qi Yan's weak voice came from her ears: "Miss, can you hurry up? I'm a little cold."

Suddenly, Yun Qing felt a sense of being caught on the spot when he did something bad. She got up from the sofa, so that Qi Yan fell on the sofa. He rubbed his head, which was so dizzy that he had fallen, with an upset expression.

Yun Qing grabbed the clothes next to him and threw them to him, "You are covered in sweat, you have changed your clothes yourself."

Qi Yan seemed to have not heard it, just pulled the quilt and covered it with her body and planned to fall asleep. She said again, "You will have aggravated your cold when you sleep like this."

He huhed in a muffled voice.

"You get up first and change your clothes before going to bed."

"Not powerful."

"Then you just fall asleep like this."

"Um."

Yun Qing didn't know whether she was angry or something, so she raised her foot to go back to the bedroom to sleep. However, her pace towards the bedroom was getting slower and slower. She turned around and saw sweat beads of Qi Yan's nose wings, and an ice bag fell to the ground.

Yun Qing was quick and thoughtful. When she was waiting for her to come, she returned to the sofa, picked up the ice bag on the ground and applied it to his forehead, trying to say, "Can you change the clothes yourself?"

He shook his head.

"But."

Qi Yan opened a gap in his eyes and looked at her: "What's so shy? You have been with the old man all night, but you haven't seen you shy."

"I." She wanted to speak but stopped, and suddenly she felt it was unnecessary to explain.

"Nothing. I'll just sleep like this. If I die in a few hours, just call the funeral home and let someone take me away."

Yun Qing: "."

After waiting for a while, she saw that she had not moved yet. Qi Yan first coughed a few times, then raised his hand and pretended to knock off the ice pack inadvertently, and then kicked the quilt away, as if a child was in a bad temper.

Yun Qing pulled the quilt up and covered him, and he raised his foot and kicked it away again. She pulled the quilt up and covered him. To prevent him from kicking it away again, she pressed his hands tightly on both sides of his shoulders and looked down at him: "Don't make trouble for me."

Qi Yan opened his heavy eyes, looked innocent and domineering, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "I caught a cold because of you."

"I didn't ask you to find me all night."

He sighed: "Yun Qing, you should not be too heartless in life."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to say this? A prodigal son who talks to women all day long and says I'm heartless?"

"Are you jealous?"

Yun Qing snorted coldly: "You are indeed very ill."

Unexpectedly, he admitted: "But I'm not happy."

She looked at him in confusion.

Qi Yan stared at her with pure and weak eyes, and asked again: "Did he bully you?"

Yun Qing sarcastically said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to care about me and other men?"

The gentleness between his eyebrows disappeared in an instant, as if he had no patience to accompany her to make fun of her. His face gradually became gloomy, and his voice was filled with warning charm: "Yun Qing."

She ignored her completely and let go of her hands to get up, but Qi Yan reached out and held the back of her head and pressed it down. If she hadn't supported her hands on both sides in time, she would have fallen into his arms.

She tried hard to support her arms, leaving a certain amount of space between the two of them. The eyes that fell on Qi Yan's body turned elsewhere by the scorching burning under his eyes.

Qi Yanyao's black pupils were two complete clouds. She unnaturally avoided his gaze, faintly revealing a girlish shyness. His fingertips slowly brushed against the end of her eyebrows, rubbing the brown mole in the center of the eyebrow bone, a very light color and a very small shape. If it weren't for the intention, he wouldn't notice it and wouldn't remember it.

Her eyes turned back involuntarily, and saw a ball of fire restless on the edge of his eye socket, and in the next second it would burn and swallow her in one fell swoop. Yun Qing was frightened by his eyes and leaned back. However, Qi Yan tightened the back of her head, and regardless of her resistance, he pulled her body down inch by inch, shortening the distance between the two.

As the two were about to touch each other's noses, Qi Yan suddenly turned over and pressed her under him. The big drops of sweat on his chest fell into her neck one by one. Her heart trembled in an instant, and then the sweat slowly slid down her skin, a faint coldness.

She looked at him nervously, her eyes were filled with confusion, and even her voice was unstable: "Qi Yan, you."

Qi Yan's slender fingers slowly passed through her thick and smooth hair, and his eyes were deep and burning, as if he was about to suck in a deep pool and permanently.

Yun Qing looked like a deer lost in the forest under his eyes, looking left and right, trying to avoid his gaze.

Qi Yan hugged both sides of her head with his hands, and strongly asked her to look at him. His forehead was pressed against her forehead. The collision between cold and heat made his voice sparkle: "Yun Qing, do you feel a little familiar with me?"

"Um?"

Qi Yan saw a look of exploration rising in her eyes. However, in just two or three seconds, the dust settled into strangeness and confusion. He rubbed her head one after another, and the strength became heavier, as if he wanted to awaken her sleeping memory in this way.

Yun Qing was hurt by him, and reached out to touch the top of his head, pushing his hand away unhappily.

Qi Yan's arm was directly through her neck, hugged her tightly, and his face was buried in her cochlea, his voice was low and dull: "Yun Qing, do you really have no familiarity with me?"

Yun Qing didn't understand his words, and was angry at his actions at this time, without thinking, "You can open it for me. I'm not a garbage recycling bin."
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