It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 612

Shen Zheyi really wanted to eat.

But everything should not be rushed, this is the experience given to him by life.

So, he just stretched out his thumb, pressed it lightly on her lips, and wiped a little red.

"good smell."

After saying this, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Qiao Yue was still thinking about the fragrance that Shen Zheyi said, whether it was the perfume on her body or the fragrance of lipstick.

She didn't ask, after all, if he answered lipstick, would she let him kiss?

Although I haven't felt sick these days, the main reason is that Shen Zheyi remembers and abides by the rules.

If now...after the kiss, she still couldn't help feeling sick, for Shen Zheyi, it would undoubtedly make him a lot frustrated.

Qiao Yue thought about it, but forget it.

But in this way, it always feels a bit like a virtuous wife taking care of the dignity of a husband who can't be raised.

It's just that, between her and Shen Zheyi, the one who "doesn't move" is her.

In fact, for a long time, Qiao Yue didn't have any major psychological problems, at most she was stressed like a modern person and she was a little world-weary due to the environment.

But the resistance to kissing is like a memory engraved deep in my mind, and I can't forget the feeling of that moment.

She often recalled the first time she kissed Shen Zheyi, although she just kissed him impulsively, she didn't hate his feeling.

It's just that, like the irritability of the body, nausea is the feeling of being out of control, like an order in the mind.

She had every reason to believe that it was the sequelae of the kidnapping at the age of eight.

Although it was not the direct cause of the disease, it also allowed her to remember the most disgusting pictures in her continuous experiments, and she has always resisted it physiologically.

"Yueyue," a call from the kitchen interrupted her own meditation, "come and roll up my sleeves."

Qiao Yue responded and immediately passed by.

The water in winter is warmer than the temperature of hands, Qiao Yue rolled up Shen Zheyi's sleeves, and consciously stayed by the side to wash the vegetables.

"Yueyue, that incident has been a bit fierce recently, do you want to consider giving me a name?"

When Shen Zheyi mentioned this, Qiao Yue knew it, and he still cared about her.

Naturally, Shen Zheyi was really wronged by saying this. He obviously hoped that this rumor would successfully turn him into a married person. It's not that I don't know.

"Is the title of boyfriend not good?"

Hearing this, Shen Zheyi took a deep look at her.

not good.

not good at all.

How could the word "husband" make people feel more emotional.

Occasionally, when he was sleeping with Qiao Yue in his arms, he would think about when he could squeeze her under him so hard that she would call her husband to beg for mercy while crying.

Probably because this idea was too strong, he had a related dream that night.

In the dream, Qiao Yue was wearing the school uniform she used to wear in her third year of high school. In the empty classroom, she was being coaxed and coaxed by him to call her husband. Childish shenyin voices sounded from time to time, and even the soft calling became hot.

After Qiao Yue finished washing the dishes, she watched Shen Zheyi from the sidelines. Although she didn't do anything, watching him cook seemed to be a pleasant thing.

"Yueyue, go out and rest." Shen Zheyi sighed, his tone full of helplessness towards her.

(End of this chapter)