"Silence is consent.

Without the hair to cover her, her fair neck really turned pink due to heat. Xia Qing raised her hand, but before it even touched her hair, it was already caught by Jun Qi. The voice coming from above her head was full of disapproval,

"Don't pick it, it's really beautiful."

He was also a little nervous, his fingers were cold, the same temperature as the sea water that occasionally splashed on her ankles, and he wantonly took the heat from her palms, one hot and one cold, gradually merging together, and he couldn't figure out who was there.

Who is freezing, or who is warming whom.

Was he afraid that she would take off the little crown? Guessing his thoughts, Xia Qing pursed her lips and smiled slightly, "I didn't want to take it off, I just...wanted to touch it."

"Okay." Jun Qi smiled, took her hand, and placed it on the crown, "Here it is!" [

As expected, Xia Qing just touched it, then withdrew her hand, still folding her hands and placing them on her knees, "This little dress is really suitable for tying up long hair. If you hadn't been urging me too much before going out,

Urgent, I originally planned to do that."

"It's just right now." Jun Qi put his hands on her shoulders. Feeling the coldness on her skin, he took off his coat and put it on her body. "The gunshot wound hasn't healed yet, so be careful not to catch a cold."

"It's you who doesn't let me wear too much! You also chose the skirt!" Xia Qing blinked innocently, slapping her black eyelashes, she was so innocent, and the years seemed to have not left any trace on her body.

Even the twinkling look in his eyes seemed to stay in the year when she was eighteen years old, all the way he remembered her.

His eyes became increasingly warm, and his voice unconsciously became softer. "The temperature in the bathhouse is very high. It will be difficult to wear too much, but I have prepared a coat for you and put it in the closet."

"Are you referring to the orange one?" Xia Qing exclaimed.

"That's right." The style, size, and material were all designed by him personally, and they fit Xia Qing's temperament very well. Jun Qi couldn't think of anything wrong with them.

Xia Qing pursed her lips and defended in a low voice, "Don't you think that one is too tender?"

Big lace, big bows, big fabric buttons, and very girly patterns. Xia Qing still remembers that she really grabbed the clothes and looked at them inside and out several times, but no matter how many times she made up her mind,

, there is no way to put a coat that is too fancy for a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old on top of this extremely feminine aqua blue dress.

What a terrible matching taste. After thinking about it, it doesn't look like Jun Qi's vision, but it looks like Rong Shisan's handiwork. Xia Qing will never forget that Rong Shisan handed her a beach skirt covered with yellow chrysanthemums.

, and the expression on his face when he was so proud that he thought he had done something great, every time I think about it, I feel cold all over.
Chapter completed!