deliberate kiss

Chapter 31 Are you relieved?
Meng Tingxu's memory of Qin He actually stopped many years ago, when he was 13 years old.

Similarly, Qin He is not an unfamiliar name to her memory.

Qin He is the son of Xin Tian, ​​a close friend of his mother Meng Shengsheng. He was always by his side as long as he remembered childhood.

He was five years older than himself.

It is very difficult for people to remember what happened when they were young children. Qin He in Meng Tingxu's memory is already a teenager, perfect.

I have to admit that he is tall and outstanding, exuding an obsessive brilliance all over his body.

In Meng Tingxu's shallow childhood memories, Qin He is always a beautiful boy with a calm smile and a spring breeze.

He is a true young genius, the pride of heaven.

When Meng Tingxu was 13 years old, Qin He.

He was wearing a tuxedo and sitting in front of the piano playing, his profile under the light and shadow looked like a frame of painting.

With his head down, his slender fingertips danced on the black and white keys, playing a symphony of fate for himself.

Such a gentle posture and extremely majestic piano sound.

and after.
Meng Tingxu no longer remembered what happened afterwards.

The memory was reconnected, and it was already six years later. When she woke up from a coma, Qin He's fingertips were stained with the fragrance of magnolia flowers, and he said softly to himself that they were married.

Also on the same day, he imprisoned himself in this castle on the grounds that he just woke up and was in poor health.

It has been half a year.

In the past six months, Meng Tingxu's character has become more and more perverse and willful.

After all, when a person has been isolated from the world for a long time, it is difficult to maintain a peaceful mind.

But Qin He didn't care, he even enjoyed Meng Tingxu's arrogance.

Meng Tingxu knew that he had lost the little sense of purity he had when he was a teenager, and his background was paranoid and crazy.

Especially for himself, he has an incomprehensible desire to control.

Therefore, Meng Tingxu couldn't talk to him calmly, even at this moment, he was smiling so charmingly in front of her.

She clenched her fists, clenched her teeth, and said in a trembling voice: "I suspect that we are not married at all, you are lying to me."

Qin He seemed to be smiling lowly.

Like his father Qin Shiyu, he had a pair of eyes full of love, but he didn't inherit Qin Shiyu's demeanor and good temper at all.

He stroked her face with his cold fingertips, and said in a cool and calm voice, "It's my fault that Xu Xu had such an idea."

The hairs all over Meng Tingxu's body stood on end.

As if Qin He didn't realize it, he touched her cheek with his fingertips and gently stroked it. He suddenly shortened the distance between the two of them, and their breaths were balanced. Meng Tingxu saw his deep and bottomless eyes.

He said: "Then let's do something that a husband and wife should do, so that Xu Xu can wake up, shall we?"

"What are you talking about?" Meng Tingxu's face was pale, his pupils trembled, Qin He's elegant and gentle face was clearly reflected in it.

"Don't you understand?" Qin He picked up the broken hair at her temples with his fingertips, and gently put it behind her ears, with a very patient look: "It's okay, I will let you understand."

The six years lost by Meng Tingxu are not only memories, but also a lot of knowledge and life experience.

Her mental age is at most no more than 18 years old, and it is impossible for her to resist Qin He's intentional or unintentional teasing and threats.

The moment his body was lifted into the air, Meng Tingxu clung tightly to Qin He's neck, his voice softened: "I was wrong"

Qin He had no intention of doing anything to her, what he wanted was her whole heart, not a reluctant sex.

He has endured it for so long, and now he can bear it naturally.

He stopped in his footsteps, and he looked down at the delicate girl in his arms, with a look of scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Meng Tingxu bit her lip, "I shouldn't have mentioned divorce."

Qin He sighed, carried her into the bedroom.

He knew that she was frightened by him, so he put her on the sofa beside him.

Far from the bed.

Meng Tingxu supported the sofa with his hands, subconsciously shrinking towards the corner of the sofa.

Qin He pampered her lawlessly, but he could also use just a few words to break the fear of him that was already in her heart.

Qin He sat on the edge of the sofa, rubbed his forehead and smiled slightly when he saw this.

He patted the sofa and said, "Xu Xu, come here."

Meng Tingxu hesitated for a moment, and slowly approached him.

"Put out your hand."

Meng Tingxu followed suit.

Qin He pinched her soft palm, and under the restless and doubtful eyes of the latter, held her slender wrist, and slapped his face.

Meng Tingxu heard the crisp applause, and his palms felt a little numb.

One can imagine how much effort Qin He used.

She looked up in astonishment, and saw half of Qin He's flushed face.

Qin He looked at her frightened look, smiled, raised her hand again, and slapped the other side of his face.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting."

Meng Tingxu wanted to withdraw his hand while talking.

Qin He looked at the expression on her face without blinking, the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his lips, there was a faint smell of blood, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, he smiled dotingly and tenderly: "Has my Xu Xu calmed down?"

Meng Tingxu looked at him with a blank face, and nodded subconsciously: "Calm down."

Qin He squeezed her wrist, and hugged her into his arms gently.

He said: "Xuxu, don't be angry with me. It's dangerous outside, and you've just recovered, haven't you? When your parents come back from abroad, I'll take you out, okay?"

He paused, and then said, "Xuxu, I'm afraid you'll be angry with me."

As he spoke, his eye sockets were already red from sadness, and the strength just now was like an illusion.

(End of this chapter)