Qing took out a piece of paper from the table, then glanced at it, and tapped his fingers quickly on the keyboard. His speed was very fast, and the English on the computer was constantly replaced by Chinese. His movements
It's also very fast. Sometimes, it even feels like he doesn't have to think about it, it's just a habitual reaction.
Qing... Her lips moved slightly and she looked at the dwindling information on the table. If she was asked to do these, each one might take half an hour, but Qing's movements were very fast.
, it only takes ten minutes. What on earth is going on? She wasn't dreaming. She blinked her eyes hard, and the clearing speed seemed to be getting faster and faster. It was obvious that she had become proficient in something.
Is he really a person who has lost his memory? He really has intellectual problems. Why does he understand this and why is he so smart?
Qing felt that there was someone behind him. When he saw Xiang Qinglan, he raised the corners of his lips proudly, "Lan, look, I can do it too. This is very fun." He stood up and seemed to like it very much.
When doing something like this, "Do you think what I did is right?" He took Xiang Qinglan's hand and asked Xiang Qinglan to look at what he had just accomplished as if he was offering a treasure.
Xiang Qinglan stared at the computer screen, and there was nothing wrong. She nodded, her eyes slightly red, Qing, very smart, he is not stupid, nor is he mentally retarded.
Qing stared at her obviously tired eyes, took her hand, took her to the bed, then asked her to lie down without any explanation, and pulled up the quilt to cover her body, opening her eyes to Qinglan
, looked at him puzzled.
But Qing put his hand on her shoulder and said very insistently, "Lan needs to sleep. It is said on TV that men should protect women. Qing is a man, so he must protect Lan." He said in a very childish tone, but he
What he said was very firm. He only saw this on TV yesterday. Although he didn't understand it very well, he would learn it slowly.
Qing, Xiang Qinglan blinked her eyes gently, looking at the man with firm eyes, he was still very clean, without any memory, his heart was particularly pure, but he made her feel a little pain.
.
No one had ever said such a word to her, not even Su Zhetuo, but it was him who said it. She stretched out her hand and squeezed Qing's hand. This thought of Qing was like a child's, which made her really feel distressed.
"Lan, you have to sleep well, I will be done in a while," Qing patted Qing Lan on the shoulder and stood up. However, when he turned around, he seemed to be remembering something, and then the corners of his lips
The moment it was raised, it seemed to have a special meaning.
He leaned down and suddenly pressed his lips to Xiang Qinglan's lips. This was something he had only learned today. It seemed to be something a man would do to a woman.
It felt so soft. He rubbed it carefully, instinctively wanting more, and Xiang Qinglan's eyes widened. She couldn't believe what he had done. He was actually kissing her, and it was her lips. She
Her face suddenly turned red, God, no way, she simply didn't know what else she had learned.
Qing raised her head. Under the natural indoor light, her white teeth looked particularly white, even a little thorny. "Lan, this is something I have learned too. I will know more about it in the future." He shook his head.
Finger, obviously very satisfied with his performance just now.