Qing is a normal man, he naturally has the instinct of a man, and she clearly felt that there was something terribly hot in her lower abdomen. She was not a woman who didn't understand anything. She had also experienced it, although she
She was very shy, but no matter how ignorant she was, she still knew what it was.
"Lan, I feel very uncomfortable. It hurts." Qing sat up, feeling as if his body was on fire. He quickly jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. He didn't wait until the cold water rushed down.
He felt more comfortable, but it was indeed cold enough. He shivered, and it was really like ice and fire.
Xiang Qinglan quickly turned around and pulled up her clothes, her fingers even trembling a little.
Until Qing came out, he didn't even dare to look at her, fearing that if he looked at her again, he would feel like he was on fire, but he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Um...I'm sorry, I know I was wrong." He apologized awkwardly like a child, but his eyes were looking around at something, but his eyes were looking at her chest without knowing it.
He really couldn't forget the soft feeling in his hands. He hit his head and felt a headache because of his strange thoughts.
Xiang Qinglan didn't know what to do, so she had to run out to deliver the information without even telling anyone. The usually peaceful relationship between the two people had become strange because of the incident in the morning.
Many times, in Xiang Qinglan's consciousness, Qing has always been a child in her eyes. She has never regarded him as a man. But now, she understands that Qing is a man, an adult man.
Therefore, even she was a little at a loss.
In the evening, Qing extremely familiar with the translation of all the information, even Xiang Qinglan's own share was taken away by him. He has become very domineering now, not letting Xiang Qinglan do anything, and asking for everything.
He would do it on his own, and any opposition to Qinglan would be useless to him.
Although this man is a little more childish now, he still has a really big temper.
Xiang Qinglan was lying on the bed. It was another night. She turned her body sideways and tried her best to fall asleep against the edge of the bed. If she was not too small, she might fall off.
However, she was not sleepy at all. She didn't know when she had become accustomed to his body temperature. Without it, she couldn't sleep. She could only open her eyes wide and look at Qing Qing, who had a serious face. At this time, he
, he is not like a person who lacks intelligence at all. Who says he is a fool now.
Soon he turned around and closed the computer. He had completely finished translating the information on the table. He looked up and saw that it was already dark outside, and he should be sleeping. When he walked to the bed, Xiang Qinglan had already fallen asleep, but...
Her breathing was slightly chaotic.
He took off his clothes and lay on the quilt with her warmth. He put his hands aside and didn't dare to move again. She was avoiding him, and she was too, but in the end, he couldn't help but stretch out.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly.
In fact, Xiang Qinglan hadn't slept all this time. She felt Qing's struggle, and she herself was actually struggling. This was a very strange thought. She wanted to get closer, but she always retreated.
They both longed for each other's warmth, but they seemed to want to escape involuntarily. Her body stiffened and she let him hold her. Even her nervous breathing was a little uncomfortable. Some things, once broken
Then they can no longer ignore the calmness on the surface.
Qing's hands didn't dare to move, he just held her waist, and the incredibly soft body in his arms made his body extremely hot. He had never thought about it before, nor was he so sad, but he suddenly noticed that he
He would always think of it, he really couldn't bear it, especially the pain in his abdomen, which almost made him explode.
"Lan...I've become very strange. Am I sick?" Sweat slowly oozed from his head, and the temperature in the quilt was getting higher and higher. It was so hot that his whole body ached.
He lifted off the quilt and prepared to take a cold shower. He remembered that it could cool down the body, but besides, it was cold enough.
However, a pair of small hands held him.
Xiang Qinglan sat up, her eyes a little distressed. Her fingers were very cold and she touched his face, making him sigh in comfort.
With a gentle sigh, Xiang Qinglan closed her eyes. Qing already wanted to have the consciousness of a man. He was an adult man. What was she going to do, leave, or let him do this every day?