After a long time, a delicate and fair arm stretched out from the curtain, fumbled on the table for a while, touched the phone, and turned off the alarm clock of the phone.

Qiao Ansheng rubbed her eyes in a daze. Her whole body, including her brain, seemed to be rusted. It took her a long time to open her eyes.

The sight of the eyes is the familiar decorations of your own room.

She yawned, and her consciousness was slowly returning. She looked at the bright light outside the window. She frowned, turned around, and pulled open the curtain in front of her.

I wanted to see the time, but my vision was divergent and I couldn't see clearly the time when the clock was hanging on the wall.

I had to rub my eyes again, reach out and take the phone on the table. As soon as I pressed the screen, I was stabbed by the light of the phone.

She subconsciously closed her eyes, and after a while she took the phone back, squinted her eyes, and saw clearly the time on the phone.

On the screen that lights up, several huge numbers: 8:25.

Qiao Ansheng saw the time and was shocked and almost jumped out of the bed.

However, she didn't have the strength. Not only did she not have the strength, but her whole body seemed to be run over by a car. As soon as she got up, she pulled to a certain sore place under her body.

The soreness and softness made her "hmm" again, and then fell back softly.

"It's over, I'm going to be late! Why do you sleep so hard!"

Qiao Ansheng took a deep breath, reached out to touch the bedding next to him, it was empty...

The man was not here, and judging from the coldness of the bedding, he probably had already gotten up.

Qiao Ansheng was in a hurry. Seeing that time was about to be late, she was about to get up from the bed when the door of the room was pushed open. She subconsciously pulled the quilt and covered the traces on her body.

My head was retracted into the quilt, and even my hair was not exposed.

As soon as Qin Yanchen came in, he saw a small ball bulging on the bed. He felt soft in his heart. He walked over, pulled the quilt away for her, and reached out to hug her.

"Get up, little lazy pig..."

The man's voice is full of smiles, doting and gentle.

Qiao Ansheng pouted, half opened one of his eyes, and looked at him with some angriness: "Did you do it on purpose? I was so late last night that I was going to be late!"

Qin Yanchen picked up the person from the bed: "I won't be late, your boss is here."

He said that it wasn't late, it wasn't late.

Qiao Ansheng gave him a blank look. She didn't want men to use this special power. It was enough for people to talk about it when they were parachuted to the investment department.

She could only glar at the man with anger, kicked the quilt away, and was about to get out of bed.

But he was weak all over and his waist became so weak as soon as he sat up.

"Hiss...you bastard! Don't you know how to be gentle!"

She didn't have the strength to hold her waist, and looked at the man who was sitting by the bed and was refreshed, and scolded hatefully.

Qin Yanchen knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't refute. He reached out and gently massaged her waist and legs.

His strength was just right and his technique was good. After pressing for a while, Qiao Ansheng felt the soreness around him dissolved a little.

She waved the man's hand and said, "Don't think I will forgive you in this way!"

Why is it always her who is always limp and unable to get out of bed?

Qiao Ansheng was puzzled and gritted his teeth, pulled the clothes from the man's hand, and was self-reliant to wear clothes. Her arms, like tender lotus root, were covered with fingerprints left by the nonsense last night, and she didn't notice it at all.

The collar of the pajamas was a little open, revealing the body that was also white inside. Qiao Ansheng shook off the sweater and put it on his body. As a result, he was halfway through the soreness of his arms, so he only had his head covered and could not move it.

I could only stop there with a frown.

The man knew that she was tired, and when he saw that she was still showing off, he chuckled, took the sweater from behind, and continued to wear it for her.

"Don't laugh!"

Qiao Ansheng was angry.

"good."

Qin Yanchen held back his smile and put on her clothes gently.

Qiao Ansheng's back was facing him, and on Frost Bai Jixue's back, there were a few marks like red plums falling on the snow.

Qin Yanchen's eyes couldn't even turn, and his Adam's apple moved up and down, from her smooth jade back to her long legs exposed outside her pajamas.

Her legs were straight, straight and well-proportioned, and her two small feet were shaking around.

Qin Yanchen put on her sweater and put on her pants. His hands accidentally touched her soft waist. He paused for a moment and unnaturally turned his head away.

He pressed the beast in his body that was almost about to rise again, and restrainedly put on her clothes, took out thick socks and put them on her.

After putting on his clothes, he carried Qiao Ansheng to wash.

Qiao Ansheng refused to admit that she was almost a rice worm now, and she even had to be held by a man when she washed and dressed.

She was a little ashamed, but she thought about what happened to men who would always make themselves like that, hug themselves and wear clothes and wash their faces.

I suddenly became a little relieved.

She rolled up her sleeves, her long hair fell behind her back, humming an untuned song, and brushing her teeth in front of the sink.

Qin Yanchen leaned against the door and looked at her long hair hanging behind her.

Qiao Ansheng now seems to always wear long hair, or tie a ponytail.

Qin Yanchen inadvertently thought that when she was in college, she always liked to tie two small balls on her head, which were pretty and cute.

In fact, at that time, Qin Yanchen had been following her for a long time.

But Qiao Ansheng didn't know at all that there was such a person who had been paying attention to her silently.

That day, she had two small balls on her head, and sat quietly on the stone benches on both sides of the school road, biting the glutinous rice dumplings at her hand in small mouthfuls.

She had a professional book on her legs.

Qin Yanchen stood not far away and saw her from a distance. He stood there on his own, quietly watching Qiao Ansheng's beautiful silhouette.

Until Qiao Ansheng finally noticed his gaze, and was still biting the rice dumpling in his mouth, he raised his head from the book.

That should be the first time Qin Yanchen looked at Qiao Ansheng.

At that time, he felt a little panic and nervous. He unconsciously licked the corners of his lips and clenched a layer of sweat in his palm.

He wanted to smile at her, but he always felt a little helpless. He had never laughed and didn't know what he would look like when he smiled.

I stood there stupidly.

At this time, Qiao Ansheng laughed first.

She put away the book in her hand, stood up and walked towards Qin Yanchen. Qin Yanchen's heart was immediately stuck in her throat.

He stayed there, sweating in his palm.
Chapter completed!