She didn't know whether it was because the strong smell numbed her nerves, or because she also wanted a result in her heart.
Faced with a problem like Lu Juefeng's, there was probably only one thing she wanted to do.
Luo Qingchen trembled slightly, her long eyelashes shining brightly, and she stood up on her tiptoes as quickly as possible and kissed him on the cheek.
Then he quickly lowered his head, used his right hand to touch his ear when he was shy, and said softly and clearly: "You."
I don’t know how long it took, probably only three to five seconds! There was silence in the room, as if you could hear a pin drop.
Just as she raised her head slightly in confusion, cool lips kissed her instantly.
The feeling is probably like a buzzing sound in the ears, and then the mind goes blank.
Shouldn't it be a fresh kiss on the cheek? Why did it suddenly turn into such a hot... kiss.
Luo Qingchen barely reacted when someone moved his right hand with her and directly put her into his arms.
The series of movements were smooth and smooth, but the lips kissing her were still thin and lingering, not careless in the slightest.
Ding—The favorability is increased by 20, and the task completion rate is 100%.
"Lu Juefeng—" She struggled hard, probably because her arm was too strong and touched his wound.
He frowned slightly, and although he stopped kissing her, his hand holding her waist was still uneasy.
"Murder?" Lu Juefeng lowered his head and looked at her with a faint look. He looked at her with a slightly pale face and said, "But you seem to have failed."
"Does it... hurt?" Luo Qingchen was a little nervous. He was wearing white casual clothes, and the wound was wrapped with thick gauze.
But even so, you can still see the blood oozing out, which is particularly shocking.
"It doesn't hurt." He squinted his eyes and laughed at himself: "You don't know what pain means."
Even if I hold her now, I feel like I own her. But whenever he thought of her conversation with Ye Qing a few hours ago, he could still feel the stinging pain in his heart and the feeling of suffocation.
It turns out that he is so obsessed with the word 'like'.
If caring was a disease, he really had a terrible feeling, a feeling of being terminally ill.
"Then let me go first!" Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, looked at the hanging bottle not far away and said, "You haven't finished hanging the water yet, aren't you talking about your infection?"
"Don't let go."
"You..." Luo Qingchen looked at the man in front of him who always had a calm and cold face, but suddenly turned into a stubborn and arrogant one. How could he have the urge to beat him up!
If you are sick or injured, can't you take injections, medicine and water
So willful... No... Why are you so naive
"Unless you say you don't like Ye Qing at all." Now Lu Juefeng has almost completely stopped suppressing his inner emotions.
What is in the heart is what the mouth says, and what is in the heart is what the actions want.
"I don't like Ye Qing to begin with, okay?" Luo Qingchen shrugged helplessly and said, "I just found out today that you are like this Lu Juefeng."
"What? Do you regret choosing me instead of Ye Qing?"
"Childish." Luo Qingchen snorted, "But it's quite cute."
"Cute?" Lu Juefeng chuckled helplessly: "How cute is this?"
"It's just so cute!" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Mr. Lovely, you've finished asking. Can you go and hang up the water now?" (To be continued)