I Loaded the Healing System

Shen An looked at her triumphantly.

Zhao Qingyu pursed his lips, his face full of disbelief: "Continue."

"Row."

So the two threw themselves into a new battle.

Just like this, you come and go, playing until seven or eight o'clock in the evening, almost four hours passed quietly like this.

Until the feeling of hunger broke out, Shen An fell down and lay on the floor: "I won't play anymore... I'm so hungry."

"?"

Zhao Qingyu frowned, and said coquettishly, "Play again."

"Stop playing...I'm so hungry."

Shen An curled up, hugging her stomach.

"If you play again, I'll take you to eat." Zhao Qingyu was a little addicted.

To be precise: she just wanted to win Shen An again.

This feeling of continuous failure is very strange to her.

But it is not unacceptable.

There is a strange feeling that even if you lose, you are quite happy.

"No... you can play by yourself, I'm going to find something to eat."

Shen An shook his head vigorously, disagreeing desperately.

"That.."

Zhao Qingyu turned his head and pouted in a corner where he couldn't see.

What fun is there to play alone. .

She also reluctantly put down the handle, like Shen An, and lay down on the slightly cold floor.

Staring at the bright and gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling, Zhao Qingyu's thoughts suddenly froze.

She couldn't help turning her head quietly, just to catch a glimpse of Shen An's clear and bright eyes.

For a moment, my heart trembled violently as if being pinched.

Damn. .

This feeling was so strong and wonderful that Zhao Qingyu couldn't bear it, and quickly lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

"Sister..."

Shen An called her in a low voice.

Under his gentle murmur, Zhao Qingyu's already confused thoughts seemed to be torn apart, unable to be integrated.

"Ok?"

She replied indiscriminately.

"You haven't told me what the plan is."

Shen An spoke softly, but his eyes lingered on her all the time.

From this angle, he could clearly see the curve of Zhao Qingyu's body lying on his side.

Slim and slender, but a little thin.

You can't help but want to lean over and hold her shoulders, it's best to hold her in your arms and take care of her with your heart.

Zhao Qingyu blinked his long eyelashes, and his naughty femininity was broken and dissipated under his gaze.

"Are you sure... you won't leave the group, are you?"

she asked.

"should."

"Should?" Zhao Qingyu frowned slightly: "I want to hear an accurate answer."

"Okay, I won't retreat, I will stay in the art troupe."

Shen An turned over and looked at the ceiling: "Actually, I didn't intend to leave at all. I just said that because I was a little angry."

"When the anger subsides, it will be fine."

"Also, I feel that you should be quite tired by yourself, right? The art troupe is so big and there are so many people, you have to be busy up and down."

"Although you always seem to be lazy and look like you are throwing your hands away from the shopkeeper, but... well, maybe it's my illusion, I still feel that you are very tired and hard."

"Ha~"

Shen An smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe it's really my illusion, right, you should be invincible."

Zhao Qingyu looked at him, her eyes, her eyes, became very strange.

"Are you here for me?"

Her voice also became strange.

"Yes."

Shen An nodded, but immediately explained: "Not only you, but also Yu Qiong, Song Rui, they are also in the art troupe, I like to meddle in other people's business, I always want to take care of others."

"Sister, you are not allowed to laugh, this is my old problem."

Zhao Qingyu smiled and said, "I can tell."

She rested her face with her small hands, and her strange eyes gradually softened: "Then will you take care of me?"

Chapter 120 Four: Sense and Sensibility!

Zhao Qingyu showed a rare soft side, looked at him quietly, and waited quietly for his answer.

At this moment, her dark eyes are like lying on a bench at midnight, and the sky full of stars can be seen when she looks up, and it is also a piece of salt sprinkled by the moonlight, spreading along the quiet and dark.

In fact, no matter how cold and cold the facial features are, there is a gentle side, because it is not easy to see, so it is very precious.

This was probably also the first time Shen An saw Zhao Qingyu who had restrained his charming and cunning demeanor.

The beauty is thrilling, and the softness is beyond words.

So, he couldn't help being stunned.

Just under her gaze, I couldn't help but be fascinated by her rippling tenderness.

The corners of Zhao Qingyu's lips curled up a little bit, and his smile gradually brightened: "Is it hard to answer? This question."

Shen An withdrew her gaze and looked at the ceiling: "I think you should take care of me, right? Senior sister."

"Huh? You really know how to say it." Zhao Qingyu pouted slightly: "Obviously you are a few months older than me."

"Well.."

Shen An paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned her head to meet her eyes: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"You tell me, I'll listen."

Zhao Qingyu couldn't help lowering his voice, it was so soft that it was ecstasy.

"The truth is... I want to take care of you too, if possible." Shen An smiled and said, "But I'm afraid I'm talking too much."

"I'm also afraid that you will laugh at my boastfulness."

"how could be."

A trace of distraction flashed across Zhao Qingyu's eyes, and he murmured: "There are all kinds of things in the world, but love is immeasurable."

"That's it, then I'll change my answer just now." With a smile on the corner of Shen An's mouth, he said slyly: "I will take care of you, and I will take good care of you."

puff.

Zhao Qingyu chuckled, raised his little hand, and propped his chin: "Then I will remember what you said, and you must not go back on your word."

"Do you want to pull the hook?"

Shen An also turned sideways and stretched out her fingers.

"I don't want it." Zhao Qingyu said disgustedly: "Children are the ones who pull the hook, don't be so childish, okay?"

"I'm afraid you won't believe me."

Shen An said seriously.

"No, although I have a bad memory, I will never forget any promises." Zhao Qingyu also responded to him seriously.

"Okay, is that all?"

Shen An smiled brightly, but Zhao Qingyu dodged a little, with a hint of reluctance in his smile.

hook. . .

The hook is the seal.

Zhao Qingyu got up slowly: "Then start fulfilling your promise now."

Shen An was taken aback: "Huh?"

"What, get up, I'm going shopping."

Zhao Qingyu put his little hands behind his back, and the cunning of the fox flashed again between his little faces.

Shen An raised his eyebrows, he smelled a bad premonition.

And soon, his premonition came true, followed by deep regret.

Zhao Qingyu, who was fully dressed and set off, acted swiftly and without hesitation, dragged Shen An to a nearby shopping mall, and then kindly asked him to fulfill the so-called promise of taking care of him: that is, to act as his "servant".

As the saying goes, shopping with women is a very torturous thing in itself, not to mention carrying bags and things.

Basically, Zhao Qingyu is in charge of buying with the front foot, and Shen An is in charge of taking with the back foot.

Not long after, Zhao Qingyu bought one bag after another, occupying all of Shen An's labor.