After the agreed divorce, I became a sister-in-law

Chapter 39 She Said: I'm Not a Recycling Bin

Because she had to check his temperature at any time, Yun Qing didn't dare to go to the bedroom to sleep.I changed the ice pack for him once, measured his temperature and it was still close to [-] degrees, and the sweat from his body soaked his neck.

The circle around the jaw line is also moisturized, as if soaking his plain skin in water, lingering a layer of translucent sex appeal.The chiseled facial features fell asleep defenselessly, restraining the awe-inspiring arrogance contained in the sword-browed starry eyes, and becoming harmless and well-behaved.

Yun Qing thought of his cheap mouth just now, reached out and pinched his cheek hard.He felt a bit of pain, raised his hand to knock off Yun Qing's hand, turned over and fell asleep inside.She got up to get a towel and wiped the sweat off his face and neck.

At this time, she noticed that Qi Yan's close-fitting clothes seemed to be soaked with sweat.She tried calling him a few times, but there was no response.Yun Qing worried that if he slept like this, his cold would get worse.In the bottom of my heart, I struggled and struggled, struggled and struggled, and decided to change his clothes.

She went to Qi Yan's bedroom to find a set of home clothes, and helped him sit up and leaned on her shoulders.Yun Qing slowly took off his coat, and then took off the woolen sweater in the middle, and then he could clearly see the vest that was completely wet with sweat, and the exposed shoulder blades on both sides were still dripping with sweat.

Yun Qing had never had such intimate contact with a man, she turned her head away in embarrassment for a while, and a faint blush rose on both sides of her cheeks.Qi Yan's scorching temperature came against her clothes, and she felt sweat dripping from her palms.

She tentatively stretched out her hand to lift the corner of his vest, and let go of the corner just showing her abdominal muscles.So many times, Yun Qing couldn't help herself, why did she change his clothes?
Just when she gave up for the fifth time, Qi Yan's weak voice came from her ear: "Girl, can you hurry up, I'm a little cold."

Immediately, Yun Qing had the distinct feeling of being caught on the spot for doing something bad.She got up from the sofa so fast that Qi Yan fell down on the sofa with a plop.He rubbed his dizzy head from the fall, with a distressed expression.

Yun Qing grabbed the clothes next to him and threw them to him, "You're covered in sweat, you changed your clothes yourself."

Qi Yan didn't seem to hear, she just pulled the quilt over her body and planned to fall asleep again.She added: "If you sleep like this, your cold will get worse."

He hummed humbly.

"Get up and change your clothes before going to sleep."

"powerless."

"Then you can sleep like this."

"Ah."

Yun Qing didn't know if she was angry or what, she raised her feet and prepared to go back to the bedroom to sleep.However, her pace towards the bedroom was getting slower and slower.She turned her head and saw beads of sweat dripping from Qi Yan's nose, and the ice pack also fell on the ground.

Yun Qing moved quickly and thought, and when she waited for her reaction, she returned to the side of the sofa, picked up the ice pack on the ground and applied it to his forehead again, and tried to say: "Can you change the clothes yourself?"

He shook his head.

"But."

Qi Yan opened a gap in his eyes, and looked at her: "What's there to be shy about? You've been with the old man all night, and I haven't seen you shy."

"Me." She hesitated to speak, wanted to explain but suddenly felt that it was unnecessary.

"It's nothing. I just sleep like this. If I die in a few hours, you can call the undertaker to come and take me away."

Yun Qing: "."

After waiting for a while, I saw that she hadn't moved yet.Qi Yan coughed a few times at first, then raised his hand to pretend to knock off the ice pack casually, and then kicked off the quilt, like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Yun Qing pulled up the quilt and covered him, and he kicked it away again.She pulled up the quilt again and covered him. To prevent him from being kicked away again, she pressed her hands tightly to the sides of his shoulders and looked down at him: "Don't make trouble for me."

Qi Yan opened his heavy eyes, looked innocent and domineering, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "I got a cold because of you."

"I didn't let you find me all night."

He sighed: "Yun Qing, you can't be too heartless."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous for you to say that? A prodigal son who spends his days with women all day long calls me unfeeling?"

"Are you jealous?"

Yun Qing snorted coldly: "You are indeed seriously ill."

Who knows, he said frankly: "But I'm not happy."

She looked at him puzzled.

Qi Yan stared at her purely and weakly, and asked again: "Did he bully you?"

Yun Qing sneered coldly: "What right do you have to meddle in my affairs with other men?"

The gentleness between his eyebrows dissipated in an instant, as if he had lost the patience to tease and joke with her, his face gradually darkened, and his voice sounded like a warning: "Yun Qing."

She completely ignored it, and let go of her hands to get up, but Qi Yan stretched out her hands and grabbed the back of her head and pressed down.If it wasn't for her hands supporting her sides in time, she would have already fallen into his arms.

She tried to prop up her arms, leaving some space between them.The gaze that fell on Qi Yan was turned away by the scorching heat in his eyes in a moment.

In Qi Yan Yaohei's pupils are two complete Yun Qing.She avoided his gaze unnaturally, with a vague shyness of a young girl.His fingertips slowly brushed the end of her eyebrows, stroking the brown mole in the center of the brow bone, a very pale and small one.If you don't have a heart, you won't notice it, let alone remember it.

She turned her gaze back involuntarily, and saw a ball of fire agitating around the edge of his eye sockets, which would ignite and devour her in one fell swoop in the next second.Yun Qing was frightened by his gaze and leaned back.But Qi Yan clasped the back of her head tightly, ignoring her resistance, and lowered her body inch by inch, shortening the distance between them.

Seeing that their noses were about to touch each other, Qi Yan suddenly turned over forcefully and pinned her down.Big drops of sweat on his chest fell into her neck drop by drop.Her heart trembled for a moment, and then beads of sweat slowly slid down her skin, giving off a faint icy coldness.

She looked at him nervously, her eyes were at a loss, and even her voice was unstable: "Qi Yan, you."

Qi Yan's slender fingers slowly passed through her thick and smooth hair, her gaze was deep and burning, as if a deep pool was about to be sucked in, forever.

Under his gaze, Yun Qing looked like a deer lost in the forest, looking left and right, trying to avoid his gaze.

Qi Yan hugged the sides of her head with both palms, forcing her to look at him, and his forehead was pressed against hers. The collision of cold and heat caused sparks in his voice: "Yun Qing, are you right?" Do I feel a little familiar?"

"Ok?"

Qi Yan saw a searching look in her eyes.However, in just two or three seconds, the dust settled into strangeness and confusion.He rubbed her head again and again, and the strength became more and more intense, as if he wanted to wake up her sleeping memory through this.

Yun Qing was hurt by his rubbing, she reached out to touch the top of her head, and pushed his hand away displeased.

Qi Yan put his arm directly through her neck, hugged her tightly, buried his face in her cochlea, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Yun Qing, you really don't feel familiar with me at all?"

Yun Qing didn't understand what he said, and was angry at his actions at this moment, without thinking, "You open it for me. I'm not a garbage collection station."

(End of this chapter)