Delicate Wife Is too Attractive

Looking at Xia Qingli who had fallen asleep, Lu Qian's eyes contained love and couldn't help kissing her on the forehead.

"Sleep."

From the bath, Lu Qian slowly picked Xia Qingli up and looked at the wet clothes, concave convex curves, perfectly presented in front of him.

As soon as his lower abdomen tightened, he quickly shifted his eyes and left all his beautiful ideas behind.

Lu Qian took off all her clothes, dried the water stains on her body, put her on the bed, looked at her calm but still red cheeks, and his heart swung slightly.

His sight was suddenly caught by her injured little hand. Although he was no longer bleeding, the scar was very dazzling.

Gently break off her fingers and look at the scar. Lu Qian feels as painful as being cut by a knife.

How much courage and endurance does she need to hold the fragments tightly in her hand without loosening them? Such perseverance may not be able to be a man.

In Lu Qian's mind, he began to think about who dared to treat her like this.

The next day, when the sleeping Xia Qingli slowly opened her eyes, her dazzling eyes made her reach out and cover her eyes. It took a long time to adapt to the optical fiber and slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at the familiar environment and the familiar taste, the corners of her mouth couldn't help slowly evoking.

It seems that she has been saved.

Yesterday, she remembered that she bumped into a person. After that, she couldn't remember all her memories and didn't know what happened. Now it seems. The man who hit yesterday should be Lu Qian.

At this moment, Xia Qingli could not say whether he was happy or lost, or even embarrassed.

Such a helpless scene was unexpectedly met by Lu Qian, but what if it wasn't him? Xia Qingli didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be.

Xia Qingli slowly propped up, but the pain in her palm and her sour and soft body made her fall back on the bed the next moment.

At this time, she saw that her hand was wrapped in white cloth, which must have been wrapped up by Lu Qian.

"Are you awake?"

Lu Qian's cold voice came from the door. With a steaming bowl in his hand, he went to the bedside and looked at her quietly.

Xia Qingli nodded gently, his eyes were full of responsibility, and gently pursed his lips: "yesterday, thank you!"

Lu Qian put things aside and said faintly, "if it were someone else, I would save it. Don't thank me."

The look on her face was stiff, and she looked away awkwardly. The hand in the quilt couldn't help holding tight.

Xia Qingli, what are you still thinking? It's impossible. It's all over... It's over.

"Drink and have a good rest."

Xia Qingli subconsciously nodded and looked at what was put aside. It was her favorite millet porridge, but it was very cold, very cold

Lu Qian is no longer the teenager who held her in the palm of his hand. He will no longer feel distressed because of his injury, nor will he feel sad because of his sadness.

Now there is a mu Yalan between them. They can't go back anymore

"Lu Qian, don't tell your mother what happened yesterday. I don't want her to worry."

Lu Qian nodded: "don't worry, I won't say. In the morning, my mother called you. I told her that you had a cold and were resting now. "

Xia Qingli breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him gratefully: "thank you."

Lu Qian pulled the corners of his mouth. He didn't know whether he was mocking or disdaining. He turned and left the room without any nostalgia.

Looking at his disappeared back, Xia Qingli felt a slight pain in her heart and gently closed her sour eyes. After a moment, she became clear and bright, as if the mood had never appeared.

Xia Qingli slowly sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the millet porridge next to her, and stretched out her hand to get it.

After holding it firmly, she tried to pick up the spoon with her injured hand, but just a move made her give up the idea of eating.

It's really painful. It's estimated that her hand will bleed again when she finishes this bowl of porridge.

Xia Qingli smiled and murmured, "Xia Qingli, you are really embarrassed."

After Tucao played herself, she was ready to make complaints about the gruel. Lu Qian, who had left, appeared in the room again.

Looking at her movements, Lu Qian frowned and said in a deep voice, "don't you want to eat?"

Xia Qingli shook her head and shook her injured hand. She didn't say anything, but she had shown everything.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Lu Qian's face and disappeared in an instant.

He sat by the bed, took the bowl in Xia Qingli's hand, gently scooped it and put it to her mouth.

Xia Qingli looked at the spoon beside her mouth, lowered her eyes, covered her emotions, gently opened her small mouth and ate obediently.

How long has this scene not happened?

The room was very quiet, very quiet, only the slight sound of the spoon hitting the bowl. The two people were silent with each other. No one had said anything, and they were unwilling to break this quiet and beautiful moment.