I Loaded the Healing System

Her brows were gradually wrinkled, and her eyes were slightly cold.

Shen An calmly clenched her fist, and said softly: "Sister, I can't restrain my impulse again."

you. . .

Zhao Qingyu's heart trembled, and he panicked: "Let go of me first."

"Good~"

Shen An gently let go of her little hand, and Zhao Qingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But I didn't expect that this was just Shen An's trick.

He let go of his hand for a while, and immediately grabbed it again.

But this time he was even more daring, he directly grabbed Zhao Qingyu's arm, and then pulled it violently.

Zhao Qingyu didn't react at all, exclaimed, and was immediately pulled onto the bed by him.

When she came back to her senses, she found that she had "shared the same bed" with Shen An, and she was lying beside him.

The panic in Zhao Qingyu's heart was pervasive, and she hurriedly struggled to get up.

It's just that Shen An struggled faster than her.

He turned around and lay on his side, wrapping one hand around Zhao Qingyu's waist in an offensive manner, restraining her struggle invisibly.

And the other hand, just like before, gently caressed her short black shoulder-length hair.

Winding a lock of her hair, Shen An's eyes were gentle.

Zhao Qingyu's breathing was a little short, but when he met his gaze, he couldn't help roaring wildly with an unprecedented throbbing.

This is the hustle and bustle that she has never encountered or experienced.

It was like a gust of wind and rain, desperately trying to tear open the embankment on the shore, and let the rolled up sea water break through the embankment without any scruples and rush to the land.

Rinse everything.

Gradually, her struggles became weaker.

The back of the head that left the bed quietly fell again, Zhao Qingyu pursed his lips tightly, and looked at the ceiling.

As for his offense on her waist and hair, she selectively ignored it.

Neither of them spoke.

very quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear the whistling wind outside the window.

Zhao Qingyu's eyes lost focus, she looked at the ceiling, but she was always paying attention to him beside her.

This feeling. .

So weird.

Chapter 160 Eight: Strange~

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It was numb, faintly feeling that this was inappropriate, but it couldn't hide the little expectation gushing from the bottom of my heart.

It was the intertwining of so many emotions and mixed flavors that gave Zhao Qingyu an impression called "weird".

In my memory, it seemed that when I stayed in the hotel with him last time, the same weirdness occasionally arose.

But this time, the eerie feeling was so clear.

It kept beating its own heart, like a cautious thief, secretly trying to do something in a dimly lit place.

ha~

What the hell are you thinking about. .

There is no logic at all.

Zhao Qingyu fluttered her long eyelashes. She wanted to restore her usual calmness, but her delicate body trembled unconsciously, but she couldn't control it.

This unexplained strange feeling is gradually dominating her mind, making her unable to control herself.

Quiet, the quieter it is, the more presumptuous and uncontrolled it is.

It was so clear, so clear that even the gradually surging heartbeat could be heard clearly.

Zhao Qingyu tightly pursed his rosy lips, and his usually seductive and charming eyes seemed to be moistened, which was the rush of tension and anticipation.

It is the separation of mind and body, and the separation of spirit and form.

She realized that the silence couldn't last any longer.

She was about to lose her composure completely.

Can. .Will he be like himself?he. .Is he about to lose his cool just like himself now?

Zhao Qingyu turned his head cautiously, and looked over carefully.

Why are you so nervous. .

Zhao Qingyu felt like he was doing some kind of misdemeanor that was forbidden by the world.

She was afraid of being seen by his eyes, afraid of being found by him not calm.

She didn't understand, but she just didn't want to be discovered by him.

This seemed to be a secret that only belonged to her heart, a word that belonged only to her alone.

The stiff little face and neck were slowly twisting, and even a simple movement took her a full minute.

All this is for the sake of secrecy, in order not to let him see.

Finally, her eyes returned to his face again.

Fortunately, my eyes did not meet his, and he was not looking at himself.

This was obviously the result Zhao Qingyu wanted, but when she found that Shen An was not looking at her, she was inexplicably ashamed and dissatisfied.

Why. .Don't look at yourself?

obviously. .Lying on the left and right, is my charm so unbearable?

The tightly pursed mouth raised a faint dissatisfaction, and she wanted to know what attracted his gaze and what it was. .Compare. .The self in front of him deserves more attention from him.

So she gently raised the back of her head, allowing her gaze to touch his eyes from his cheek.

Eh?

Zhao Qingyu saw it.

It's just that she was even more surprised.

Shen An wasn't looking at her, but he didn't look anywhere.

Because his eyes have been closed, the breath exhaled from the tip of his nose has gradually stabilized.

go to bed?

This guy is actually sleeping?

Zhao Qingyu became angry in an instant. This situation is probably equivalent to a big beautiful woman stripping naked in front of your eyes, but you waved your hands without interest and said, "Why don't you go to sleep."

She would rather that Shen An was the same as herself due to nervousness and anxiety, so her eyes flickered and she didn't dare to look at him.

Unexpectedly, he was actually sleeping!

This anger also broke through the weirdness in Zhao Qingyu's heart, and even the little ambiguity that was rarely created disappeared together.

She raised her fair little hand and punched Shen An hard in the chest.

puff~

Shen An, who had just closed his eyes for a while, was suddenly hit hard, his whole body froze suddenly, and let out a wail.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhao Qingyu turned around swiftly, stood up again, and stared at his painful struggle condescendingly.

While rubbing his chest, Shen An was at a loss: "What happened?"

He used this blank gaze to touch the coldness in Zhao Qingyu's eyes, so the blankness became even more blank, and he asked again: "What happened?"

Zhao Qingyu's eyes were sharp, and his tone was indifferent: "You will be able to sleep at night, so get up now."

She turned around: "There is still something to do."

cough cough. .

Shen An coughed lightly: "There's no need to strike so hard...it hurts."

He got up from the bed with some difficulty: "Under the chest is the heart and lungs. Senior sister, you are really not afraid of hitting something good or bad."

Zhao Qingyu lifted up his short hair and said casually, "Even if I hammer you into a vegetable, I can afford the medical expenses and compensation."

"Oh, then you might as well hammer me to death."

Shen An lay down again, carelessly, showing a big word: "I really don't want to move, this bed is so comfortable..."

"Okay, then you can rest here by yourself slowly."

Zhao Qingyu was also angry, pulled up the suitcase and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Shen An raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and slowly stood up from the bed: "Just kidding, I can't do it without me."

He walked a few steps faster, walked around to Zhao Qingyu's side, and took the suitcase from her hand.

Whether it was intentional or not, he didn't directly hold the handle of the suitcase, but went straight to Zhao Qingyu's little hand.

When his fingertips touched the back of her slippery hand, Zhao Qingyu immediately retracted his hand and let go.

So the trolley of the suitcase fell into Shen An's hands logically.

He turned his head, stared at Zhao Qingyu's slightly flushed cheeks, and said softly, "Sister, where is your room?"

Zhao Qingyu shyly avoided his gaze: "Just follow me."

"it is good."

Opening the door, Shen An and Zhao Qingyu were about to leave.