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That night, he took her by the hand and watched all the fireworks in the sky. She insisted on taking him to the mall again, fought her way through the crowds, and finally bought him a gray scarf and wrapped it around him foolishly. Then the two held hands and pressed down the road for most of the night, watching the crowd around them disperse little by little.
In the end, the sleepy she ended the night's walk with a sentence he once said, "Well, girls can't stay up late, it's not good for their health."
He looked at her with a smile in his eyes, but suddenly bent down, pecked the corner of her mouth lightly, and got up quickly.
It was the first time for the two of them to try such a soft touch, their cheeks were flushed, and they were silent while he sent her back to the apartment building where they lived, letting the evening wind blow away the heat from their faces.
He sent her back to the apartment downstairs, and there was a little more subtle atmosphere between the two parting. He leaned down again, kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear, "Good night."
"Ding dong—" the notification sound of the message received on the mobile phone sounded, and Xia Liang woke up sleepily.
She stared at the ceiling awake for two minutes, and then sat up holding the quilt.
Well, this is clearly not her bedroom.
It was almost the end of March, and Xia Liang and Song Qiyan had been together for three months. After dating, the two of them didn't stick together every day like many young couples. They just had dinner together on weekends, and Song Qiyan usually took Xia Liang to search for delicious food in Seattle after experimenting.
Xia Liang scratched her hair, and secretly reproached herself for falling asleep just now.
Song Qiyan gave her a spare key to the apartment, and she would come over at a fixed time on weekends. Today Song Qiyan was delayed in the laboratory because of an unfinished experiment, she was bored while waiting, went to the bookcase in his room to read, and fell asleep after reading it.
sin sin.
She walked out of the room, and Song Qiyan had already returned. The smell of food was wafting in the small apartment, and she couldn't help but take a few breaths.
In the open kitchen, a man is seriously pouring the last dish onto a plate.
Xia Liang went around and stood behind him, yawned, hugged his waist from behind him, and hung on him like a koala.
Song Qiyan turned off the fire, looked back at her flushed side face from sleep, stretched out the back of his left hand to touch her side face, and said softly, "Are you awake?"
Xia Liang still rubbed the back of his hand sleepily, "Well, I'm still sleepy. I wrote the thesis too late yesterday..." Then she looked at him innocently with wide eyes and argued, "I stayed up late because the thesis was due yesterday. ! Don't talk about me!"
Song Qiyan followed her most of the time, it is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that he pampered her and pampered her. It's just that Song Qiyan has always adhered to very firm principles in the face of things that would harm her body, such as staying up late.
But in the face of Xia Liang who was looking at him innocently with wide eyes, Song Qiyan didn't have any anger, turned around helplessly and funny, wrapped her in his arms, pinched her cheeks, "wash your hands, get ready!" Have a meal."
Xia Liang was still lazily leaning against his chest, motionless, thinking silently, being spoiled by him is really getting lazier, this is not good, not good...
As for Song Qiyan, his dark eyes were full of doting and tenderness. It is his greatest happiness to spoil her happily. She is more and more dependent on her, and he is happy to see it. He lowered his head, kissed her side face, lowered his voice a little, but added a bit of temptation, "Hey, let's eat first."
Xia Liang rubbed against his chest again, enjoying the intimacy between the two of them, then obediently ran to wash her hands. When he returned to the restaurant, Song Qiyan had already set the table and chopsticks.
Xia Liang loves to eat, so naturally he is also a picky eater. Although many restaurants in Seattle are delicious, they are not as good as Chinese food in her mind. The so-called Chinese food sold in many Chinese restaurants is also American-style, sweet and greasy, and she lost her appetite after eating it a few times. But fortunately, Xia Liang and Song Qiyan are both decent foodies, they can cook a lot of dishes, and they just stay in the apartment on weekends, taking turns to cook to satisfy their appetites. Neither of their cooking skills are amazing, but they are passable, and home-cooked dishes are not a problem. Occasionally, when I come across something I don’t know how to do, I follow the steps of the recipe on my mobile phone, but I can do it at least seven points like it. After a few months, the cooking skills of both of them can be considered to have improved a lot.
The two of them were very quiet when they ate, and they seldom talked, but there was still a warm atmosphere on the table.
After dinner, Xia Liang cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks as usual, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands with hand sanitizer, and then went back to the living room. Song Qiyan was already sitting on the sofa, looking at something with his mobile phone.
Xia Liang walked to him and was about to sit down, but Song Qiyan had already stretched out his arms to wrap her around her waist, and put her on his lap and wrapped her in his arms.
Xia Liang blinked her eyes, indicating that she was used to it.
After more than three months of getting along with each other, they have deepened their understanding of each other, becoming less reserved and more casual and intimate. And Xia Liang, unknowingly, also learned more about the little habits of the man holding her.
For example, he likes this position the most, sitting on his lap with her in his arms, with his forehead against her hair, sneaking some tofu from time to time.
For example, every time he leaves, he looks forward to a goodbye kiss and a good night kiss. If she leaves without taking the initiative or forgetting, he will be depressed.
For example, he is silent most of the time, with more actions than words. Even if he gets sullen sometimes, he still won't show it on his face, just stay there, waiting for Xia Liang to find out and coax him.
For example, he is not as stable and mature as he looks, and sometimes has a childish side. Especially in the few minutes just after waking up, she would occasionally show a dazed look, which made her heart soften.
For example, although he appears conservative and persistent in some places, he is also open. After dating, he felt that the relationship between the two was justified, so all kinds of small acts of intimacy were natural and often made her blush.
For example...
Unknowingly, every little habit of the other party was noticed by her and kept in her heart, occupying a large part of her life.
Unknowingly, I have changed from the initial heartbeat to liking it very much.
2.
Song Qiyan just glanced at Weibo briefly, replied to a few comments, then put the phone away, wrapped one hand around Xia Liang's waist, and stroked her hair with the other, then went up to sniff her The fragrance in the hair, and kissed her tender cheek by the way.
Even though Xia Liang had gotten used to his intimacy for more than three months, she still blushed a little shyly and looked down at the sofa.
The tip of Song Qiyan's nose rubbed against her face, and his lips stroked her cheek little by little, moving slowly towards her lips. Xia Liang dodged immediately, biting her lower lip and looking at him, "No!" She felt that she was too decisive in refusing, and explained embarrassingly, "I just ate a meal and didn't rinse my mouth..."
But Song Qiyan just sat there, quietly looking at her with those black eyes, without saying a word.
Xia Liang immediately understood that it was Song Qiyan's small temper that had the upper hand.
Coupled with his silent and focused eyes... Xia Liang couldn't stand his eyes like this the most, immediately raised the white flag to surrender, obediently wrapped around his neck, leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, seeing that he was still just looking at her, So he kissed the corner of his mouth again, and looked at him flatteringly, "Ayan~"
Song Qiyan could no longer hold back that pitiful face, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, he kissed her back tenderly, and licked her lips lightly. After a long time, Xia Liang thumped his shoulder with blushing cheeks, and looked at him accusingly, "You know how to pretend to be pitiful."
Song Qiyan smiled so rarely that he showed a row of white teeth, and leaned forward to bite her lower lip lightly, his still charming voice was a bit more villainous, "Then you are still fooled."
Xia Liang pouted, bit his chin, angrily, "Who made me willing."
Song Qiyan still smiled, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her head, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "Well, we are all willing."
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