She held Qing's face and shook her head at him. He was making fun of her again, but Qing just raised his eyebrows and took a bite on her tender face. "I'm telling the truth. You don't believe me."
, "He actually dumped Lai.
Xiang Qinglan could only nod helplessly. Facts have proved that Qing's character is absolutely domineering.
Only then did Qing laugh with satisfaction, hugging Xiang Qinglan tightly and placing his head on her neck. He liked the smell of her very much, it was fragrant and soft. He raised his head and stared at her.
The slightly flushed cheeks always felt like the apples he ate a few days ago. He couldn't help it anymore and wanted to know the taste. Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit her face, and she
A shallow tooth mark was left on the face.
Xiang Qinglan felt some sting on her face and quickly pushed him away. She knew when this guy had turned into a puppy. The bite really hurt her. She glared at him angrily, her eyes clearly filled with hatred for him.
accuse.
Qing grabbed her hair and smiled sheepishly, but his hand did not leave her waist, "You can't blame me, because your face is so red, like an apple. I just want to know if it's from an apple."
Taste." Looking at her with extremely clean eyes, it really seemed like that, but his strength was just too much. Look, half of her face was red and half of her face was pale. She was completely red now. Accurately.
He said yes and his bite turned red.
Xiang Qinglan still looked at her complainingly. This was obviously her face, how could it be an apple? However, her whole face really looked like an apple at this time, red.
"Ah..." Looking at Xiang Qinglan's eyes, Qing finally knew that he was wrong. He moved his face close to his own and said, "Come on, Lan, bite me too. I won't scream in pain, and I won't say a word."
," he promised, but what he said made people dumbfounded.
I really don’t know if he is too naive or if he does it on purpose.
Xiang Qinglan reached out and pinched Qing Qing's extremely white and tender face, avenging himself and asking her to bite him. He might as well forget it. She couldn't do such a thing, and besides, he
His face is not an apple either.
Holding the information in her arms tightly, she pulled Qing and walked in. As soon as she entered the house, it was very warm and clean. It seemed that Qing had learned to do housework.
"Not bad, right?" Qing proudly pointed to the tip of his nose, "I did all of this. The floor was mopped, the table was wiped, and I also repaired the sofa," he said proudly. In fact,
Secretly, I still felt a little guilty, because he was the one who broke the sofa.
"Am I great?" He came closer to Xiang Qinglan, his eyes twinkling, like a child asking for candy. However, at this time, what he wanted was not candy, but Xiang Qinglan's praise.
Xiang Qinglan nodded, the smile on his lips was always faint. His Qing had grown up a lot.
She put the information on the table and planned to sort it out after eating for a while. Now she can only do this kind of thing because all her work has been taken away by the Qing Dynasty. Therefore, she sometimes really
They are very leisurely, but they live a very fulfilling life. This small house is a very warm home for them.
There are family members, relatives, and... lovers. Xiang Qinglan lowered his head and flipped through the information in his hands carelessly, but his mind seemed to be far away.
Lover, lover?
Clear?
"Lan, Lan..." Qing's loud call came to her ears. She looked up and saw Qing's dissatisfied look. What's wrong? She took his hand and wrote on his palm. In fact, most of the time
, they all communicated like this. Although Qing could read her lips, she still liked to communicate with him like this. In a silent world, she didn't want to speak.
"What are you thinking about? I called you several times," Qing held Xiang Qinglan's face with both hands and looked at her from side to side. Lan has been very unusual lately, she's always lost in thought.
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something," she continued to write in his hand, without intending to tell him what she was thinking. Maybe, even if he knew it, he wouldn't be able to understand it, because now
He is just a big kid. He relies too much on her, and she actually does too.
The dependence of two people on each other is no longer a simple world between two people. There are too many things that cannot be understood. She can feel his dependence, but what about his feelings.
The simplicity made her heart move, but it also made her heartache.
He was occupying her heart bit by bit, getting heavier day by day, but did he really understand such feelings? She had a feeling that her feelings for Qing, from the initial heartache to now,
It has begun to deteriorate and turned into the most honest relationship between men and women.
Like, or love.
But, as pure as pure, do you really know?
Pursing her lips, she held Qing's hand tightly with both hands. The hands were large and could give her peace of mind, but they could not guarantee her that she never disliked him, she was just afraid.
In the past, she would think about whether he would leave after regaining his memory, but now, she could no longer think about this possibility. Whenever she thought of it, her heart hurt as if it had been pricked by countless needles.
Such suffocating pain can be clearly felt even during breathing.
Qing Bujie blinked his eyes and put his hand on her forehead. He didn't understand what the sudden dimness of her eyes meant, but he knew that he didn't like her like this.
"Lan, are you sick?" Qing's hand was always on his forehead. It seemed that only by being close to her could he feel her more.
Xiang Qinglan shook her head, smiled at him, and reassured him that in fact, she was really sick, it was just a mental illness. Too many things that had happened recently had made her bear too much.
And she seemed to be struggling a little. However, as long as she saw him living a simple life like this every day, it would be fine. She didn't ask for much. Their life was not very rich, but they were very happy.
Qing is not a normal person, so he can only stay at home. Having him at home gives her real expectations in life. She is really lucky that she picked him up on that rainy day.
She pulled away the hand that was on her forehead, patted the back of his hand gently, put all the stack of information in his hand, and wrote on his palm, "I'm going to cook."
." After writing, she turned around and walked towards the kitchen. The life of the two of them was really simple.
Qing held the information in his arms and sat honestly in front of the computer. He flipped through the information in his hands page by page. This was a necessary step before he started working. It seemed to be a habit he had developed a long time ago. He quickly
After reading it, he already had a preliminary plan. A series of sentences had already been formed in his mind, and he only needed to type them out.