Jiang He fell asleep.

Curled up into a small ball, huddled next to Xu Qing.

Xu Qingshun stroked her long hair that fell to the side, touched her forehead with his lips, looked at Jiang He's outline in the dark, and after a while reached out to pull the corners of the quilt to cover her.

Love in words is never so simple and direct.

When feelings are strong to a certain extent, they will naturally become closer, intentionally or unintentionally, just like Jiang He always thinks about what he will do with his legs...

The love at that moment can only be released through the most intimate contact.

"Good night, little Hemiao."

A soft sound made Jiang He frown, and he hummed and arched towards him again. He shook his head slightly to find the most comfortable position, hid half of his face in the quilt, and then returned to silence.

Xu Qing smiled silently. He had never seen Jiang He sleeping in the same way when he first came here. He didn't know if it was the same as now.

Or should I say that at the slightest sign of disturbance, I would open my eyes vigilantly?

No matter what, the past is the past, and she will only get better day by day in the future until she can fully adapt to the world a thousand years from now.

Good, bad, happy, troubled, everything will be experienced slowly.

But before that, you still have to think about whether she will be so angry that she will not make breakfast tomorrow morning...

Xu Qing closed his eyes, and when he woke up again, he was awakened by Jiang He's movements.

The curtains were half-covered, and there was light in the room.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was Jiang He carefully opening his arm and trying to slip out. He was also trying to fasten the buttons on his pajamas, looking a little confused.

As if aware of his gaze, Jiang He looked up suddenly, only to see Xu Qing still sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.

Jiang He felt relieved. He moved out bit by bit, scratched his hair and looked at the light coming from the curtains. After staying for a moment, his eyes moved to Xu Qing's face behind him.

Recalling that before going to bed last night, she put her hands on her face and exhaled for a long time, then gently turned over and got out of bed.

Putting on his clothes quietly, Jiang He noticed the panties he had changed out of last night beside the bed. His face, which had just calmed down, began to heat up again. He held it in his hand and prepared to go out furtively.

"Put it there and I'll help you wash it later."

The sound coming from behind made Jiang He freeze on the spot. He wanted to squeeze the small piece of cloth into air and let it disappear and be wiped from the world.

"This is normal. I have dreamed about something before, and then secretly got up to wash it in the morning... and I lied to you and said it was washing socks. Who would wash socks in the morning? We are all now - ah! You are beaten to death

I will be a little widow!"

"I'll bite you to death!"

"Stop it, stop it!"

Jiang He jumped on the bed and pressed on Xu Qing through the quilt and played for a while, and his mood suddenly returned to calm.

"You still ask me every day if I want to take your leg, and now it's your turn?"

"I told you there's no need!" Jiang He lay on top of him, tilting his head and looking at the curtains.

This guy is so horny, and any help is just an excuse. How could she be like the woman in the movie, like that...

Shameless!

Obscene!

Jiang He turned his head, met Xu Qing's eyes, suddenly lowered his head and bumped into him again, like a kowtow, with a thud sound, and then climbed out of bed, put on his slippers and prepared to wash up.

Those were all done by Xu Qing, so what does they have to do with her heroine Jiang He?

"Why are you still holding it? I told you I would wash it for you." Xu Qing said from behind.

"Give!"

Jiang He threw it away without looking back. When she heard Xu Qing shouting, she looked back and threw it right in his face...

Quickly open the door and run out.

Seeing her running out nervously, Xu Qing pulled the clothes off her face and held them in her hands, leaning on the bedside and pondering, was this thing falling on her head a good sign or a bad sign?

After she finished washing, Xu Qingshi got up and went to the balcony to rub her clothes, wring them out and hang them on the hangers in the utility room - Jiang He's two-piece suit is now kept in the utility room.

She hung it on a clothes rack and lived on the first floor. Xu Qing didn’t like her to hang it on the balcony.

Even his boxer briefs were moved to the utility room to dry, so as not to be stolen by some perverted female neighbor... although it was unlikely.

After coming back and washing up, Jiang He also came out of the kitchen with steamed buns and shouted for him to have breakfast. He was not as aggressive as before, but more like a little daughter-in-law.

Breakfast wasn't too complicated. She heated up some steamed buns and served them with pickles. She didn't know whether it was because she got up late or because she was too lazy to cook porridge.

Xu Qing didn't care, drinking some water would be the same anyway.

Jiang He ate quickly, wiped his mouth when he was done, and took his mobile phone to look for the soymilk machine on a mobile phone. He originally wanted to ask Xu Qing's opinion, but turned his eyes away, and suddenly didn't want to ask anymore.

It's not like she doesn't know how to find it herself.

As a modern person, buying a soymilk maker is something you can do yourself.

nine Sun.

Jiang He thought this name was awesome. The Nine Sun Magic Skills on TV were top-notch skills. The soymilk machine with this name was not much different. If you get a coupon, you can buy a soymilk machine that costs more than 300 yuan for only 200 yuan.

.

"Hey!"

"ha!"

Xu Qing stood in the middle of the living room and practiced hand-tapping boxing, taking each move very seriously. Because he lived on the first floor, it was okay to stomp his feet occasionally.

"I'm going out."

Jiang He put his bag on his back, took the keys and said hello, then turned around and went out.

Xu Qing is still practicing boxing. Yesterday Jiang He said that he was going to watch a movie, but he made an appointment with Gong Ping because they went home for dinner together, so he had to practice his kung fu well.

Today Jiang He didn't practice swordsmanship, but he practiced boxing. As one goes and the other goes, the gap will get closer little by little. Although it's only a little bit, the victory lies in persistence.

You won't become a master by practicing martial arts in a day, and you won't be smart by reading books in a day. Perseverance is the best way. Jiang He knows everything, but he knows better. It's like leveling up. Jiang He is a full-level boss. He just picked up the wood.

After Jian left the novice village, his skill proficiency slowly increased. As long as there was enough time, he would defeat her sooner or later and carry her to bed.

…

It's sunny outside.

Jiang He didn't go too far. He went out and turned around, heading towards where Gong Ping lived. Before he got downstairs, he saw Gong Ping in a blue dress, wearing white high heels, talking to two people over there.

What, there are a few more things on the ground.

When Gong Ping saw Jiang He, she couldn't help but tiptoe. She looked in a good mood and waved to her to come quickly.

"I bought the guzheng!"

She pointed to the boxes on the ground and raised her eyebrows at Jiang He who came over.

"Wow!"

Jiang He exclaimed at the right time. He looked at her guzheng and visually inspected it. It was about the same length as his sword, about 1.6 meters, which was quite big.

Two masters in delivery clothes helped carry the things up. Gong Ping and Jiang He walked in front. When they entered Gong Ping's house, a large item suddenly appeared in the clean living room, as well as a small mahogany gift that came with the guzheng.

chair.

After paying the freight, the master who helped move the things left. Gong Ping came back excitedly to adjust the guzheng. Jiang He sat aside and watched her curiously.

It's strange that Xu Qing is idle, watching videos and making armors, she is fishing and wielding swords, Gong Ping is idle and has nothing to do, tinkering with these...

Maybe this is how birds of a feather flock together?

"Is this easy to learn?"

"It's not easy to learn. Do you want to learn?"

"No, I can't learn it. Xu Qing must be very talented. He sings very well." Jiang He felt that these things like music, chess, calligraphy and painting were so far away from him.

It's hard enough to read a book, let alone learn to play the piano.

"Why do men learn this... By the way, you can learn it twice, and then won't Xu Qing know how to practice kung fu? You play the piano and he boxing, it would be better if he can wield a sword." Gong Ping suggested.

"Too busy." Jiang He shook his head.

Thinking about the way Xu Qing danced with a sword, she felt a little disgusted. She had no strength at all, and her hands were sore after practicing for a long time.

Gong Ping smiled. When it comes to leisure, she is really not as idle as the two of them. Jiang He only broadcast live for a while at night. She also works when she has something to do, and can only be idle when she has nothing to do.

After working hard for more than ten minutes, Gong Ping moved her wrists, sat down on the small mahogany stool, and made a clanking sound.

"Listen to me playing a song for you."

Then there was a continuous sound.

Jiang He sat on the sofa and tilted his head. He felt that the tune was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"How is it?" Gong Ping asked.

"I think I've heard of it."
To be continued...