President Ba’s Little Rose

Qiao Zong's fingertips were a little bit cold, and they pressed against her chin, feeling cold to the touch, but they seemed to be burning that little piece of skin.

He lifted her face gently.

The two people are separated by half an elbow, and the distance is not very close.

Even when he asked these two sentences, his eyebrows and eyes were sloppy, and his tone was extremely gentle.

Can't hear the slightest ambiguity.

But his eyes were almost sinking to the bottom, their eyes were deep, as if suppressing some emotions. A faint and his gaze was as strong as a lover's affectionate touch/touching, sweeping across her eyebrows inch by inch.

Shen Xizhi's throat seemed to be blocked by something, she swallowed, but she was even more thirsty.

The heart in the chest began to beat uncontrollably and violently again. But it seemed to be pinched by something, a little out of breath, and a strange panic could not help but appear.

The blood seemed to rise in temperature and kept boiling in the ears.

Qiao Zong moved his thumb up, and gently rubbed the flap of her lower lip. His voice seemed to be duller than before: "Zhizhi, is it okay?"

The girl's lips were soft and warm, and his lips were rosy, and his fingers used force unconsciously.

The position where the lips touched the fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, which made her heart tingle.

She blinked, then stumbled and said, "...Yes, you can."

Before the voice fell, her waist was wrapped by Qiao Zong's arms.

The man used a little force, almost anxiously, and brought her body towards him.

Before she came back, the light in front of her was blocked by a small shadow, and Qiao Zong's lips were covered.

Shen Xizhi opened her eyes wide, and all her consciousness was occupied by the touch on her lips.

There was a blank in my mind.

Then, the tip of her tongue was hooked, sucked, and she was numb. The touch is warm and moist, and it also brings a hint of sweetness.

The tip of her nose smelled a very faint fragrance of medicine, slightly bitter.

She was so caught off guard that she even forgot to close her eyes. Staring at the man's cold brows and eyelashes at close range, his sparse eyelashes, his gaze slipped downward, and his nose was extremely straight.

The noses of the two people will occasionally touch each other, bringing a touch of intimacy and strangeness.

Qiao held her tightly, leaving almost no gap between the two.

His hand pinched her waist and moved slowly with the kiss.

And his always alienated eyebrows seem to have a strong affection at this moment.

Her body was stiff, she only knew that she opened her mouth blankly with his movements.

In the next moment, Qiao Zong opened his eyes. Touching her bewildered gaze, the tip of his tongue withdrew a little, his lips pressed against hers, and he laughed.

There was a slight and delicate vibration, sounded in Shen Xizhi's ear, with a muffled and **** breath.

He moved his lips back a little, and said dumbly, playing with the taste: "Why do you still keep your eyes open, brother is so good-looking?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xizhi closed her eyes immediately.

Like a scared little rabbit.

Qiao Zong kissed her left eyelid. This kiss was different from the previous one, but left at once.

His lips are a little wet, and they are ambiguous and affectionate when they are pressed against the eyelids.

Shen Xizhi's eyelids twitched, not daring to open his eyes to look at him, making it even more cramped.

Her wrist was pinched, and Qiao Zong took her hand and put it on his waist, his voice hoarse: "Hold it."

Shen Xizhi obediently hugged his waist, and the two of them pressed closer together.

Qiao Zong bowed his head and kissed her lips, and then rubbed her cheek with love. He raised his right hand and pinched Shen Xizhi's earlobe with two fingers.

Shen Xizhi's ears seemed to be scalded.

"Xiao Xizhi." Qiao Zong's low-pitched voice was in her ears. Because of the kiss just now, he showed a kind of tenderness. He said, "I like you very much."

Shen Xizhi's heart trembled and subconsciously hugged Qiao Zong's waist.

Her cheeks were pressed tightly against the man's chest, her heart seemed to be crisp, and her eyes were a little wet. She said, "I like you too."

Qiao Zong smiled, his chest trembling slightly.

Shen Xizhi raised her face.

Qiao Zong looked down at her, and asked with a grin, "What's the matter?"

"Qiao Zong, I have never liked a person so much since I was little." The girl's eyes were unblinking, her expression serious, as if she was saying a vow: "I will treat you well in the future."

Qiao Zong raised his eyebrows and didn't seem to react: "What?"

Shen Xizhi stood on tiptoe, closed his eyes, and kissed his chin.

There was a loud "pop".

A slight smile appeared in Qiao Zong's black eyes.

After kissing, she quickly lowered her head, buried her face on his chest shamelessly, and said dully, "I don't want you to chase me anymore."

"Huh?" Qiao Zong pondered.

"I will love you very much in the future." Shen Xizhi whispered, "Boyfriend."

Originally, it was Qiao Zong who she liked first.

The reserved and subtle cares of those girls were in the kiss that couldn't help but before Qiao Zong's phrase "I like you very much".

It seems that all is not worth mentioning.

That, the idea of ​​wanting to be with the person in front of you is so strong that you can't control it.

Qiao Zong's breathing stopped for a while, and then he asked for a while, "Is that promised brother?"

Shen Xizhi didn't say a word, and lightly hit his chest with his forehead.

"Little friend." He poked Shen Xizhi's cheek with his finger, and said with a smile: "Why are you so easy to chase after?"

He hasn't chased it yet.

The little girl said that she would love him in the future.

How can it be so cute.

Shen Xizhi raised her head, staring at him with round eyes, a little angry: "Don't call me a kid anymore."

"Huh?" Qiao Zong raised his hand, arched his index finger, and wiped his knuckles on his shiny lips.

His fingers are slender and skinny, and this action is particularly attractive.

"Anyway, it's not allowed." Shen Xizhi licked his lips and warned him fiercely: "I am your girlfriend. If you call me that way, I will ignore you."

Qiao lowered his eyebrows and his lips curled.

His lips are red, the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes is no longer, and he looks like an evildoer.

Shen Xizhi was a little startled, the little seedling in her heart swayed, as if it had sprouts.

Qiao Zong's voice was gentle, but hoarse, rubbing his throat, his voice a bit lazy, "I see, little girlfriend."

The theme of this sand painting competition is "ideal".

Contestants have to complete a sand painting within two hours, and the judges in the audience will score and finally announce the results.

During the game, the lights in the arena were all turned off, and the players on the stage were painting on the sand table.

The audience and judges can see the contents of the sand painting on the big screen behind them.

Qiao sat in the corner, looking through the rows of seats, and greedily fixed his eyes on the **** the stage without restraint.

The light is very dim, only a little light on the big screen illuminates her figure.

Qiao Zong pursed his lips, and gently raised the corners of his lips. His eyes were dark, like a deep, bottomless pool of water.

On the screen behind the girl, the content of the painting was shown little by little.

Her hands are very clever, the colored sand is sprinkled on the sand table irregularly, and then she is outlined by her flexible fingertips.

Qiao Zong also saw her paintings little by little.

It is a golden palace hidden in dense mountains and forests. The details of the palace are vividly painted and can be called luxurious. There are birds and mountain flowers in the forest.

The stream flows along the mountainside and flows past the palace.

He almost instantly remembered what the little girl said before.

To build a palace.

Hide him.

Only for her to see.

Qiao Zong rubbed his fingertips, his heart was tender, and his eyes were warm.

After a long time, he gently hooked his lips, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Such a small rose.

He went to **** and wanted to take it with him.

When the painting time was over, a faint light was turned on in the hall, and the players got off the stage.

After two hours of sand painting, Shen Xizhi's fingers were a little sore, she and Shen Jilin went back to their seats one after another.

After sitting down, there was a gap between Shen Jilin and Qiao Zong.

Only then did Shen Jilin have time to appreciate Shen Xizhi's paintings. At first glance, he didn't understand too much, and frowned, "What do you paint? Don't people let you paint your ideals?"

Shen Xizhi tilted her head, glanced at Qiao Zong, and nodded affirmatively: "This is my ideal."

Build a palace and hide her Qiaomei.

No one will show it.

Shen Jilin: "...Alright."

Shen Jilin asked curiously: "Your ideal is to build a house in the mountains?"

"Then your ideal," Shen Xizhi stood patiently, went to see Shen Jilin's paintings, and said sarcastically, "Heh, is it yourself?"

That's right.

Shen Jilin was very narcissistic and drew a picture of himself in sand.

He didn't feel embarrassed, and he said naturally: "Yes, isn't your third brother an ideal in the world."

Shen Xizhi just wanted to roll her eyes, but from the corner of her eyes she caught a gentle smile of Qiao Zong. She suppressed her contempt for Shen Jilin, smiled gracefully, and said with a strange air of Yin and Yang: "Yes."

"What's your attitude?" Shen Jilin was very dissatisfied.

Shen Xizhi snorted.

The judges' scoring results came out in less than ten minutes.

The awards are divided into first, second and third prizes, as well as special awards.

The awards were awarded from the back to the front, and Shen Jilin won the third prize with a triumphant look.

Showing off with Shen Xizhi to no avail, Shen Jilin deliberately asked Qiao Zong with the certificate: "Brother, do you guess Zhizhi's prize?"

At this time, the second prize was awarded, and there was only one first prize.

Qiao Zong's gaze scanned Shen Xizhi, and the little girl was looking at him brightly, as if she was waiting for his answer.

"I guess." Qiao Zong glanced at the painting, smiled in a low eye, and whispered: "Unique."

Shen Jilin "cut", "Brother, you are too perfunctory."

Shen Xizhi bit her lip and couldn't help but bend her eyes. In fact, she didn't care if she could win the competition, but she was praised as "unique" by Qiao Zong, but she still pleased her.

She raised her hand and touched her eyelid.

Qiao Zong had just kissed that place.

She thought wildly.

Then, would Qiao Zong know that her ideal is him?

The host on the podium read the first prize, Shen Xizhi.

After reading the last award, the lights in the venue suddenly turned on.

Shen Xizhi stood up, and the audience's realization fell on her involuntarily.

She walked up the stage along the corridor and took the trophy from the host.

It seemed that all the lights were focused on her.

The little girl is really pretty, with a good-looking appearance, but with gorgeous eyebrows. The black skirt only reached a little below the knees, revealing thin, white calves.

She took the microphone and looked at the bottom of the podium with a smile, but her eyes fell in the direction of Qiao Zong.

A little far apart, she couldn't see the man's eyebrows clearly, she only felt that her temperament was elegant, as if she was isolated from the world.

Shen Xizhi cleared his throat, said a few words of acceptance speech, then bowed slightly, and said, "Thank you very much for your love."

She returned the microphone to the host and stepped down with the trophy.

Not surprisingly, Shen Jilin took the trophy from her and turned to Qiao Zong and said, "Zhizhi is amazing, and he is particularly talented in painting."

Qiao Zong smiled.

After receiving the award, the three left the Cultural Palace.

Qiao Zong said yesterday that he would invite them to dinner, and the location was set at a restaurant near the Cultural Palace.

Shen Jilin kept talking to Qiao Zong along the way, and the man occasionally responded with a few words, most of the time he just smiled faintly.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Shen Jilin had regarded Qiao Zong as his own brother, and greeted him affectionately: "Brother, wait for the two of us to sit together."

The waiter led Shen Ji in.

Shen Xizhi followed Shen Ji, before she entered the private room, her waist was held and brought into her arms.

Qiao Zong's nose was close to her ears, and his breathing was clear, with an inexplicable low and dumb voice.

"Don't explain to brother, your ideal?"