I Loaded the Healing System

"What about me?" Zhao Qingyu raised his eyebrows.

"Of course you're going to sleep in your own room." Shen An didn't know that Zhao Qingyu still disliked the chaos in her own room.

He simply thought that Zhao Qingyu came to see him last night just to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Using the excuse of drinking, he just lingered.

"Do you still want to sleep with me?"

The sensitive topic that was not mentioned last night, Shen An said it without hesitation at this moment, immediately made Zhao Qingyu choke. . .

She could pretend to be drunk last night. .There are reasons that need no explanation.

But what about tonight?

You can't really say that you want to sleep with him!

That's too much. .What a shame!

Seeing her blushing and troubled expression, the corners of Shen An's mouth curled up slightly, and he said with a light smile: "Then do you want to drink some more wine? It's really early to go to bed now."

rub!

In an instant, Zhao Qingyu's cheeks flushed violently.

The word drinking has many meanings for the two of them at this moment.

She didn't know whether Shen An really just wanted to drink to pass the time, or deliberately used drinking to tease herself for pretending to be drunk last night.

Or. .Did he see through his pretending to be drunk?

But no matter the reason, it was like a very suggestive tease, so Zhao Qingyu couldn't help but slap him away.

Shen An, who was pushed to the ground, still maintained the astonishment on his face, as well as a trace of daze that just happened to be everywhere.

He blinked, shrugged and said, "If you don't drink, don't drink, why do you use your hands and feet?"

"You, sleep on the sofa!"

Zhao Qingyu stood up, even though her heart was running around in every possible way with shyness, she still had to keep her face calm!

He also faintly took on a mandatory command tone, in order to force Shen An to submit.

no way. . .

She really wanted to sleep in his room and didn't want to go back.

It can only be said that depravity is a step-by-step process. Once you have tasted it, you want to experience it countless times.

At this moment, Zhao Qingyu was caught in such a vortex and it was difficult to break free.

Shen An suddenly stood up and shook his head violently: "Impossible."

He rubbed his neck and complained: "I slept on the sofa all night last night, and I almost didn't let me fall into a stiff neck."

"I don't want to sleep on the sofa today anyway."

Zhao Qingyu put his arms around his chest and stared at him coldly: "Then you let me sleep on the sofa?"

"You..." Shen An flinched: "Don't you have your own room, my senior sister, this hotel villa is built to commemorate you, so many rooms, just pick one at random. .”

Zhao Qingyu turned his head and pouted his mouth: "I'm going to sleep here."

Shen An:. . .

"Alright, then find me a vacant room." Shen An waved his hand, pretending to give in.

"impossible!"

Zhao Qingyu's refusal came so quickly and without hesitation.

This is inevitable.

She wanted to sleep in this room, not because she liked it so much, but simply because it was his room.

The corners of Shen An's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned and went straight to his room: "Then figure out a way yourself, I can't sleep on the sofa!!"

"Eh!"

Zhao Qingyu was taken aback, and hurried to catch up: "Stop, don't sleep on the bed, it's mine!!"

Shen An got to the room first, but he had enough time to lock the door.

With his reaction and speed.

But he didn't.

He deliberately waited for a while, and only after Zhao Qingyu chased after him and stepped into the room with half a foot, did he pretend to close the door.

And Zhao Qingyu was also very cunning, he obviously didn't use much force to close the door, but when the door touched her ankle, she immediately performed superb acting skills, pretending to be in pain.

"Woo, it hurts!!"

This "scare" made Shen An let go of his hand immediately, and Zhao Qingyu walked into the room and locked the door with his backhand.

"How is it? Is it pinched?"

Shen An was still "worried" looking at her delicate jade feet.

The corners of Zhao Qingyu's mouth were slightly raised, and he raised his toes and passed in front of his eyes, and said softly, "You'd better sleep on the sofa."

Shen An showed a hint of astonishment of being "deceived", and Zhao Qingyu became more and more proud when he saw this.

Hmph~ idiot.

"Absolutely impossible." Shen An shook her head: "I will never sleep on the sofa again."

"Then don't sleep."

Zhao Qingyu seized the opportunity again, and took advantage of Shen An's lack of reaction, lay down on the bed, and moved extremely quickly, and the bed cover was done in one go.

Shen An blinked, but for a moment, he could only look at her small head and the smug smile on her lips.

"Oh, it's a big deal to sleep together."

Shen An smashed the jar and went straight to bed, trying to squeeze the quilt away.

Zhao Qingyu covered her tightly, whenever he got closer, she immediately yelled: "Indecent!!!"

"Rape!!!"

Shen An: . . . . .

Zhao Qingyu stuck out his tongue very playfully: "Slightly slightly slightly~"

Row.

Shen An gave a thumbs up: "You're really good."

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhao Qingyu nodded slightly.

hateful.

Shen An had no choice but to open the cabinet beside her: "Fortunately, there is still a quilt, at worst I will sleep on the floor tonight."

"Tsk, I'd rather sleep on the floor than go to the sofa."

Zhao Qingyu lay comfortably on the bed, and joked: "The sofa is softer anyway, this quilt is only one bed, do you use it to pad the floor or cover yourself?"

Shen An said coldly: "Don't bother you to worry, just stay on the bed honestly."

He lay down directly and covered himself with the quilt.

It was like he was lying on the cold floor, only the quilt covered him.

The moment his back touched the ground, Shen An still trembled, whispering: "It's not winter, why is the floor so cold."

Chapter 220: Retreat as Advance!

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Shen An's muttering was not loud, but it was not low either. It seemed that the volume was deliberately used, so that Zhao Qingyu could hear the muttering accurately in this quiet environment.

"I told you to go to the sofa and sleep on the floor."

Zhao Qingyu lay on the bed and turned sideways quietly.

But she was lying too inside, even when she turned around, the curvature of the foot of the bed blocked her view, she could only see the closet, not Shen An who was lying on the ground.

the bed. .

Too high.

Hearing this, Shen An said in a muffled voice, "I'm already asleep, don't make noise."

Zhao Qingyu:?

If you don't make noise, don't make noise, it will make you cold to death!

She turned around again, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner by the bed, and turned it on to the lowest temperature of [-] degrees, super strong wind!

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep so much these two days, like a pig.

Zhao Qingyu felt puzzled when the air conditioner was turned on at [-] degrees, but he turned his head and couldn't see him, so he could only bury his head in the bed and complain from the bottom of his heart.

No, it's a curse!

In fact, she was a little sleepy at first. After soaking in the bath for so long, when a person is extremely relaxed, it is easy to get sleepy.

But the premise is: he is not in this room.

If he had slept outside, on the sofa, then Zhao Qingyu might be able to fall asleep soon.

But he is.

And it was lying on the floor next to the bed. Although it couldn't be seen, there was indeed the sound of two people's breathing in this small room.

So Zhao Qingyu's drowsiness was no match for that trace of reserve, shyness, and full of anger towards Shen An.

Her eyes were open brightly, she sometimes glanced at the ceiling, and sometimes turned her head to look out of the window.

Most of the window is covered by curtains, only a small part is not covered, so she can vaguely see the night outside the window, and there is a faint moonlight.

The air conditioner gradually blew out cold air, and the whole room quickly became cool, even mixed with a bit of awe-inspiring coldness.

Zhao Qingyu couldn't help shrinking into the bed again.