Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 311

Because of Zheng Chunming's joining, the group became even more lively.

Because of Qingran's sudden departure from the singles, the three single dogs yelled that they were not loyal enough.

Qingran was not in the mood to chat, not because she was worried about the plot, but because there was another figure in her room...

The boy who had also taken a bath was wearing home pajamas, and the cute little brown bear on his chest had his eyes narrowed into two slits, which was in stark contrast to him who was expressionless.

Xie Ying'an's black hair still had a bit of water vapor left. After entering the room, he sat down at the desk familiarly. Seeing that Qingran was looking at his mobile phone, he didn't bother to bother him, and randomly picked a book from the bookshelf to read.

Qingran glanced at the Book of Songs in his hand and felt that Xie Ying'an was putting on a show.

At school, he never memorized poetry and the like! ! !

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky outside was slowly getting dark.

Qingran put away the phone, and took another look at Xie Yingan's hair blown by the air conditioner. After a moment of hesitation, he still couldn't hold back: "You'll catch a cold if you sit under the air conditioner, and your hair hasn't been dried yet..."

Xie Ying'an looked up at her leisurely, his dark eyes seemed to be brighter than the incandescent lights in the room.

Since being together, Xie Ying'an's eyes on her have completely changed.

There was a lot of forbearance before, but now it is completely exposed.

Qingran really likes teasing Xie Ying'an, and especially likes to see him being teased by her until he is obviously ashamed and indignant, his ears are so red that he can bleed, but he still insists on pretending to be calm and calm.

But she also has some double standards, because it doesn't mean she likes to be teased.

The feeling of being teased is completely different from the feeling of being seduced.

The initiative to be seductive is in your own hands.

And the initiative to be teased is in the hands of the teaser.

Hearing this, Xie Ying'an closed the Book of Songs without reading a single word in his hand, and leaned slowly on the back of the chair, his eyes never moving away from Qingran's body.

In any case, I grew up together since I was a child, and I can't even figure out the urine cleansing of a dog man.

She and Xie Ying'an looked at each other for a while, and after all they were defeated, she jumped out of bed, put on her slippers and went to the bathroom.

When she came out again, Qingran had an extra towel in her hand, and she walked behind Xie Yingan to help him wipe his hair.

As soon as the towel was covered on the hair, Qingran obviously felt that Xie Ying'an's body was stiff, and he hung his head slightly and did not move.

The boy's hair was black and thick, he didn't cut his hair short, and his hair wasn't long either. Qingran thought his hair should be very hard, at least it looked like that.

But when I actually touched it, I realized that his hair was not only not hard, but also soft to the touch. It felt very good, and it was not at all different from her brother's hard hair, which was a bit thorny.

Qingran often wipes her brother's hair, and has already had experience doing so.

Since Xie Ying'an saw her brushing her brother's hair in the upstairs living room last time, she obviously saw his eyes light up, and then his expression became a little thoughtful, and she guessed that he had already planned for today.

Because Xie Ying'an's hair feels good to the touch, Qingran took a long time to wipe him. She didn't put away the towel until she was sure that there was no trace of moisture.

Unable to hold back, she ruaed Xie Yingan's hair again, covered her lips and yawned, and began to send out orders: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

She is a little sleepy.

Xie Ying'an glanced at the small alarm clock on the desk: "It's only past eight o'clock."

It was a rare opportunity for the two of them to be alone, and he didn't want to leave.

The light bulb followed the two of them on their first date today, which made him, who was not so magnanimous in the first place, somewhat upset.

Xie Yingan doesn't want to leave, what can Qingran say?She can't force her way, can she?

Qingran didn't know exactly when Xie Ying'an left. She got up early in the morning and played for another day during the day. Even though Xie Ying'an was still in her room, she still couldn't hold back the drowsiness and fell asleep when the two of them were talking. .

Qingran felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, there was a bustling and chaotic sound coming from his ears, which made people feel extremely headache.

No, it wasn't just a headache, she ached all over.

The pain was so painful that I couldn't speak, and my internal organs hurt like being stabbed by a knife.

The severe pain made Qingran wake up in an instant. She was awake, but she couldn't open her eyes at all. She tried many times, but she still couldn't open her eyes no matter how hard she tried.

There was a bloody smell like rust between her lips and teeth. Enduring the severe pain in her body, she wanted to try to see if she could make a sound. After a long while, she realized that it was futile.

The chaotic voices in my ears gradually quieted down, replaced by the siren of an ambulance getting closer.

Qingran stopped struggling needlessly, she guessed that she must have fallen asleep again, but she didn't know why her body hurt so much?
The severe pain had just eased, as if someone lifted her body, and the pain was even greater. Qingran couldn't bear it anymore, and physiological tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Someone is talking: "Quick, quick! Still breathing..."

It was an unfamiliar voice, with anxiety in it.

Qingran, who had never endured such great pain, couldn't hold back the pain at all, the noisy sounds around her faded away, and she fell into a dream again.

After an unknown amount of time, Qingran thought she must have woken up, and habitually wanted to raise her hand to tear off the quilt, but soon she found that she couldn't move her hand at all.

Is it still in a dream?Then why is there no pain in my body that can make people die?

Qingran tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be heavy. She tried hard for a while, but only opened a small crack.

What greets the eye is a piece of white, and the ceiling of this room is white.

Fortunately, her eyes can still move. Qingran tried to turn her eyes, but the turn was not too tight. She saw a thin figure at the door of the room.

It really startled her, but she still couldn't move an inch.

The thin figure at the door was a young man, dressed in black, he seemed to be looking at her lying on the bed without any attention, his face was calm from beginning to end, and his tea eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

No sorrow, no joy, no desire, no pursuit.

It was the Ji God she knew, but it didn't seem to be.

At least the Jishen I still know is a bit more alive than the one in front of me. The Jishen in front of me seems to be in some kind of predicament, and he doesn't plan to get out of that kind of predicament at all...

It is a breath of despair, as if all struggles have stopped.

Such Ji Shen made Qingran feel a little flustered, she tried to say hello to him, but she worked hard for a long time, let alone say hello, she couldn't open her eyes any more.

As if responding to what she was thinking, Ji Shen who was standing at the door walked in slowly, and he stopped three steps away from her bed.

Wu Bo's eyes fell on her face, and the boy's brown eyes were filled with the boundless abyss of hell. He seemed to be imprisoned in hell, struggling hard, trying to find someone to help him.

After a long time, Qingran heard him say: "Have you... worked so hard, have you escaped your fate?"

There seems to be a glimmer of expectation in the hoarse voice

Get rid of fate?What fate to escape?
There was no answer, and the air was suffocatingly quiet.

The young man looked straight at her, his tea eyes, which were already dark, seemed to be even more dim.

Without answering, he asked and answered by himself, his voice almost as low as the dust: "I know...you have not escaped your fate, and I, in the end, will be like you..."

After an unknown amount of time, the boy turned and left, his lonely back revealing deep despair.

(End of this chapter)