Against the light, Lin Xian's bright and pretty face, so hazy and dreamy, is engraved in Xiao Wanqing's mind, familiar but strange, happy but palpitating.
Xiao Wanqing thought she was still in a dream. For many days, the emotions of missing Lin Xian and not daring to think of Lin Xian have been suppressed to the limit, and finally the moment he saw her, he was on the verge of collapse. Desire overwhelmed panic. She struggled to pull her vocal cords, and uttered a low voice: "Lin Xian..." with the laziness and hoarseness of waking up.
Lin Xian just wanted to open the door to take a peek at Xiao Wanqing's sleeping face, and didn't intend to wake her up. She poked her head and saw the figure of her sweetheart sleeping soundly, and heard her seemingly indistinct breathing sound along with her fluctuating heartbeat in the silence, and sweet satisfaction and joy filled her heart. Just when she was about to retreat lightly, a voice that made her almost tremble suddenly came from her ear, whispering her name softly, "Lin Xian..."
Lin Xian immediately stopped turning around, and slowly looked back at the big bed in the bedroom.
Xiao Wanqing was lying on the white pillow with her head sideways, her light chestnut curly hair was spread softly on the pillow, half-hidden, only revealing a small half of her fair slapped face. She looked at her, squinting her eyes slightly, her moist red lips parted slightly, and what was exposed outside the thin quilt were thin shoulder straps and white and round shoulders.
Ignorant and confused, lazy and charming, the most charming.
Lin Xian couldn't move anymore. She stood by the door, staring at Xiao Wanqing on the bed, her throat moved slightly.
After a while, she pricked her palm fiercely with her nails, forcibly stopping her wandering thoughts. She opened the door and walked towards Xiao Wanqing step by step. Finally, she stopped in front of Xiao Wanqing's bed, squatted down, and looked at Xiao Wanqing who was half asleep and half awake with a smile.
Xiao Wan's green eyes were misty, it was the complex emotions that Lin Xian couldn't see clearly, and dark waves surged in the bottom of the eyes. She stared at Lin Xian for a long time, as if she had thousands of words stuck in her heart, but in the end all the tenderness and entanglements turned into sourness in her heart. She blinked, aggrieved like an innocent child, and called out again in a low, soft, nasal voice: "Lin Xian..." This bad guy occupied all of her when she was awake. Xinxu, now that she has escaped into a dream, won't she let her breathe a sigh of relief
But, actually, I really miss her...
It's nice to be able to dream of her...
When I wake up, I dare not think, and when I fall asleep, it is just a dream.
It's okay, isn't it
Lin Xian thought she was so weak and wronged because she woke up from a nightmare. She stood up a little bit, then sat by Xiao Wanqing's bed, stretched out her hand to lift Xiao Wanqing's thin quilt covering her shoulders exposed in the cold air, and responded softly: "Well, I'm here, don't afraid."
However, Xiao Wanqing reached out her hand from under the thin quilt, grabbed her hand that was placed next to her pillow, separated her five fingers bit by bit, interlocked her fingers, and murmured to her in a bewildered voice without blinking: " Why, I dreamed of you..."
Only then did Lin Xian realize that Xiao Wanqing thought she was dreaming. Why are you so cute? Lin Xian couldn't help feeling soft-hearted.
She stretched out her other free hand, brushed away Xiao Wanqing's soft hair that fell down her cheeks, lightly scraped her upturned nose, curled her lips and smiled softly: "Maybe, it's Aunt Xiao, do you want to?" Me?"
Her tingling chuckle was accompanied by her warm index finger, carrying a shuddering electric current, sliding down the bridge of her nose, all of a sudden, Xiao Wanqing's heartbeat accelerated violently, and she couldn't move her eyes.
This feeling is so real. Xiao Wanqing felt the exaggerated touch in her hand, and sighed in a daze in her heart.
However, in the next second, she seemed to think of something, and her heart tightened. She hastily bit her lower lip hard with her white teeth, and the pain woke her up immediately.
It hurts, it hurts...
Lin Xian saw Xiao Wanqing's eyes widen suddenly, and the misty eyes instantly turned clear.
This is not a dream! Xiao Wanqing seemed to be frightened, she let go of Lin Xian's hand suddenly, turned over in an instant, pushed her hands on the quilt, and stepped back. Then, she struggled to get up, trying to get up.
In the next second, there was a loud "bang-dang" sound—Xiao Wanqing's head slammed into the hard back of the bed because of her backing up and getting up too violently.
Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Lin Xian was dazed and surprised for a second after Xiao Wanqing made a big move, but the next second she realized something, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to protect Xiao Wanqing's head. However, it was still a step too late.
Xiao Wanqing's delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed due to the pain, she bent down slightly, and instinctively wanted to reach out and stroke the back of her head that had been bumped. There was a pair of gentle hands, but one step ahead of her, hugging her head.
Lin Xian rubbed Xiao Wanqing's head gently with his hands, and asked nervously and concernedly: "Where did you hit it? Is it here? Does it hurt?" His tone was like an adult coaxing a child, comforting: "Rubbing doesn't hurt. It's gone, it doesn't hurt anymore..."
In desperation, she changed from sitting to kneeling, kneeling on Xiao Wanqing's bed with one leg, leaning forward, almost completely hugging Xiao Wanqing's head in her arms.
Xiao Wanqing was shrouded in the girl's thin figure, and all she could see was the girl's undulating chest and jade-like collarbone in the open coat. The heart beat rapidly, and the brain suddenly fell into the chaos of the past few days. After deliberately ignoring the fleeting moment of joy caused by Lin Xian's tenderness, it was panic and helplessness that occupied her entire heart.
Under panic and nervousness, Xiao Wanqing instinctively stretched out her hand to break away from Lin Xian's hands, pushed her away, and looked at Lin Xian calmly with her lips pressed together.
Lin Xian was caught off guard and was pushed away inexplicably. After a moment of daze, a smile parted from her lips, and she apologized softly to Xiao Wanqing: "I'm sorry, Aunt Xiao, I came back without saying hello, and even sat next to you, did I scare you? I nodded, sorry, I was wrong."
Her soft apology made Xiao Wanqing's mood even more complicated. She looked at Lin Xian, bit her lips, and seemed to have thousands of emotions in her heart, like joy, joy, sweetness, panic, uneasiness, bewilderment, and even shame...
She froze, let her mind go, and asked Lin Xian numbly, "Why are you here?"
The voice is neither salty nor weak, even a little cold.
In Lin Xian's memory, it was the first time he heard Xiao Wanqing talking to him in this tone, and he was stunned for a moment, a little dazed.
Aunt Xiao's tone was not fierce, but it seemed, wasn't she very happy? Even, a little unhappy
She had hoped to make Xiao Wanqing happy, and her mood suddenly sank, and the smile on her lips gradually subsided. She is used to being good at observing words and expressions, so her tone dropped, and she asked cautiously: "Aunt Xiao... don't you like me coming?"
As soon as Xiao Wanqing uttered this blunt question, her rationality began to return...
what is she doing? How could she talk to Lin Xian in such a terrible tone
How did Lin Xian come here? Obviously, it's about caring about myself and worrying about myself.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, there was a clear injury in the girl's eyes. Hearing Lin Xian's aggrieved and disappointed question, Xiao Wanqing's heart suddenly felt like being stabbed by something, and a sharp pain appeared.
Guilt, and distressed.
She clenched her hands on the mattress slightly into fists, and reflected on herself: the uneasiness and panic were caused by her own inexplicable emotions, what does it have to do with Lin Xian? Even if, even if she really had any... nasty thoughts about Lin Xian, it was her own fault, and it had nothing to do with Lin Xian.
How could she blame and hurt Lin Xian because of her fault
It should not be.
She suppressed her unusual mood, forced her normal expression, faced Lin Xian, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry Xianxian, I didn't wake up just now, maybe I'm a little angry about getting up." The corners of her lips A slight smile bloomed, refuting the girl's disappointed question just now: "Why are you unhappy? You are so happy that you think you are still in a dream."
Lin Xian listened to Xiao Wanqing's gentle explanation, and saw that her face was indeed no longer as indifferent as before, and her eyes were gradually clear and soft as usual, so she didn't suspect him, and felt relieved.
She smiled again in a good-tempered manner, stood up considerately, took Xiao Wanqing's nightgown that was hanging aside, and put it on Xiao Wanqing's bare shoulders. Then, she approached Xiao Wanqing again, stretched out her hand to gently rub the back of her head, and whispered while rubbing: "Does it still hurt? I just made dumplings at home. I want you to try it, so I will come over and give you some. No trouble me." Parents, I came here by myself by bus." She paused for a moment, then put on a small face and said angrily to Xiao Wanqing: "Also, let me supervise you, Aunt Xiao. I just checked the refrigerator, and you seem to be I didn't eat well, and the things we went out to buy together didn't seem to be too small. It's the pickled mustard, which is a lot less."
Xiao Wanqing clasped the two lapels of her nightgown with her hands, lowered her head, and approached Lin Xian not too far away. The tip of her nose lingered with the fragrance of Lin Xian's familiar shower gel, and her ears were surrounded by her babbling words of concern. For a moment, Xiao Wanqing felt that she could hardly support her back, and wanted to follow her heart, relax herself into that, and exude An embrace of warm heat and seductive aromas.
However, the next moment, she suddenly woke up again.
She stepped back naturally, distanced herself from Lin Xian, reached out and rubbed the back of her head gently, and smiled at Lin Xian. "It doesn't hurt anymore." Her throat was choked and astringent due to too much restraint, and when it fell into her ears, she felt that her voice was hoarse and dry.
She was afraid that Lin Xian would hear something unusual, so she hurriedly rummaged through her mind, what should she say to Lin Xian under normal circumstances, in this situation before.
A second later, she mechanically found the savior from the memory storage, tried her best to regain her normal tone, and replied to Lin Xian in a soft voice: "We bought a lot of dumplings before and put them in the refrigerator. Why are you so angry? Silly, I made a special trip just for this. Is the road congested? Will the bus be crowded? Did you find a seat? Are you tired?"
She couldn't wait to pour out everything she could think of.
Lin Xian was unaware of Xiao Wanqing's strangeness. Seeing that Xiao Wanqing's expression was the same, and the back of her head should really be fine, she felt relieved and thought of joking with her.
She stretched out her arms, spread her body, and suddenly fell on Xiao Wanqing's big bed mischievously. The upper body was pressed against Xiao Wanqing's legs covered with a thin quilt. She buried her face in the quilt, and complained to Xiao Wanqing aggrievedly: "The road is blocked, and the bus is also crowded. I feel like a poor canned sardine. I kept cats all the way to avoid close contact with others." After standing for more than an hour with my waist tucked in, my waist almost fell apart."
She couldn't see Xiao Wanqing who was sitting with her legs stretched out. Not long after she fell down, her fair cheeks quickly became crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way to the tips of her ears, red jade drops Blood…
Unknowingly, the girl swayed from side to side, and said coquettishly, "Aunt Xiao, hurry up and help him beat his back and rub his waist."
Xiao Wanqing stiffened her body, feeling that the girl's soft and hard corset was pressed tightly on her two calves. Obviously, it was so soft, but it was unusually tight, making Xiao Wanqing feel uncomfortable and stiff all over.
The tactile sensation is clearly terrifying, but the girl keeps shaking her body and acting coquettishly. The soft hill is even more...
The thin quilt was pitifully twisted into twists by Xiao Wanqing's hands.
Xiao Wanqing's legs were tense, and she couldn't twitch for a while, and she didn't twitch even if she didn't, her heart was in a mess.
She swallowed a bit, and told herself, don't think evil, stop that terrible association, stop...
She kept telling herself, no.
Lin Xian is a little girl.
Lin Xian is only eighteen years old this year.
Lin Xian is the daughter of Sister Zhou Qin.
Lin Xian called her auntie.
Lin Xian didn't know anything.
Lin Xian was so defenseless.
Lin Xian believes in you like that.
Xiao Wanqing, you can't!
She kept setting up a hundred lines of defense in her heart, gave a hundred reasons and a hundred nos, and warned herself a hundred times and a thousand times. But all of this fell apart in an instant with just the girl's light glance.
The girl turned over and looked at her sideways, with clear and gentle water in her eyes. She murmured to her with a smile: "Actually, I was really tired at first, but the moment I saw you, Aunt Xiao, I didn't feel tired at all."
"I miss Aunt Xiao so much at home." Her voice was clear and soft.
Xiao Wanqing closed her eyes, gave up resistance, and felt soberly in a slump, the softness and hardness on her calf, little by little, with subtle sweetness and pain, burning on her heart.
Xiao Wanqing, you are so shameless...
Dirty...
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