A strange thought flashed across Xu Qiao's mind, but this thought was quickly overwhelmed by Cheng Lang's warm lips.
She couldn't think anymore, her body sank along with the soft sofa, her hands were weakly clutching his bathrobe—I didn't know where it was, and she became dizzy again.
Cheng Lang, however, seemed to have gradually grasped his sense of proportion, and gave her some room to breathe from time to time, reminding her in a low voice, "Open your mouth and breathe."
His voice came to her ears like through chaotic water. She did so bewilderedly.
Cheng Lang survived the most uncomfortable period of the onset, from the desperate aggression to gradually slowing down the rhythm and concentrating on comforting her.
His kiss became delicate, and between tossing and turning, the ball of his thumb rubbed her cheek over and over again, like silent love words.
Pleased by these small movements, Xu Qiao hooked his neck.
Cheng Lang's arms around her waist tightened slightly, and he asked her in a low voice during a brief separation: "Will you come?"
He is inviting her to take the initiative.
"Don't...!" Xu Qiao looked away from his burning eyes.
Cheng Lang gently sucked her lower lip, and said with a smile, "Then I will continue."
"Do I have such a good kiss?" Xu Qiao raised her hand to block him, her eyes seemed to be covered with a mist of misty water, and the rhetorical question she said was also like an intimate reproach.
"Yes." Cheng Lang replied while kissing deeply.
He knew it was greedy, but he wasn't really sure when the next time would be.
The various indexes of physical condition often gradually improved after approaching an unbearable limit value. Now he has finally passed the most difficult moment, and the symptoms are being alleviated. He does not want to miss this opportunity.
And Xu Qiao obviously couldn't refuse him.
After all, the feeling of watching a man crazy for himself is pleasurable. Especially when she found out that she liked him very much.
The stars outside the window are lonely, and the floor lamp inside the house emits a dim light. They wet each other endlessly on the sofa, as if the sky will never light up.
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The next morning, when Xu Qiao woke up, the images of last night were playing in her head like a movie.
She couldn't remember how long the two had kissed, but she vaguely remembered that she couldn't sit still and slid down, Cheng Lang simply lay down and hugged her into his arms, and then they started chatting about the next day's schedule, but While talking, he suddenly kissed her passionately again, and then intermittently, it may have been two or three hours, or longer.
The two who were supposed to go to bed early due to jet lag were stimulated by hormones and lost all sleepiness. When it was late at night in London and she was sleepy, Cheng Lang finally carried her back to her room.
She was so tormented that she fainted when she touched the pillow, and before she lost consciousness, she seemed to feel that he had gently branded a comforting kiss on her forehead.
Xu Qiao pulled up the quilt to cover her face, kicking her feet shyly.
After pedaling for a while, she glanced at the rising sun outside the gauze curtain, got up lightly, and opened the door.
The living room was quiet and empty, and the door of the opposite bedroom was wide open. Cheng Lang should go out.
Yesterday Zhang Hongjun asked him to coax his angry grandfather early this morning, so the two split up during the day: he went to pick up his grandfather, and she invited Yu Jin who came from Milan to exchange works with the seniors of the local jewelry association.
The time for the exchange was in the afternoon. Before that, she had a private plan to hide from Cheng Lang—let Yu Jin accompany her to pick out gifts for Cheng Lang's family.
Xu Qiao went through today's busy itinerary in her head, not daring to waste time, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When she was about to brush her teeth, when she looked up, she was frightened by the person in the mirror and took three steps back.
she! of! Mouth! How! what! swell! up!
Xu Qiao looked in disbelief at her thin lips, which were so tender that they could squeeze out water, but became thicker like eating perverted spicy crayfish, and the color was still red.
"Cheng Lang, you're a pervert!" Xu Qiao yelled, shaking the house, turned around, picked up her phone and dialed his number.
"Are you awake?" The phone was connected in seconds, and Cheng Lang's voice sounded gentle with an "afterwards".
But it didn't work.
"Dog dog dog! Are you a dog! I'm disfigured!" Xu Qiao scolded, stomping her feet.
As soon as Cheng Lang received his grandfather, he was so excited by the earth-shattering cry that he took the phone away. After turning down the volume, he moved the receiver to his ear again: "What's wrong with you?"
Xu Qiao faced the mirror weakly, and said dejectedly: "The mouth is swollen..."
Cheng Lang was stunned, and seemed surprised: "Swollen?"
When he carried her back to the room last night, the lights were dim, but he really didn't notice. And before going out this morning, in order not to wake her up, he didn't enter her room.
"It's all swollen into a trumpet flower!" Xu Qiao pulled her hair out of tears, "What should I do, I still have to go out to meet people!"
"Don't worry, take a picture first, I'll take it to the doctor."
"?" He was going to ask the doctor with a close-up of her mouth—I kissed my girlfriend like this, what should I do? I'm waiting online in a hurry
And this doctor is probably Song Mian...
"You dare! If you dare to show it to others, from now on I will follow my Yangguan Road, and you will pass your single-plank bridge!"
After a brief silence, Cheng Lang thought for a while and said, "It's because I didn't think carefully, so can you show me? I can judge whether the problem is serious or not. If you don't need to seek medical treatment, I will ask the front desk to send you a mask. You wear a mask to go out today and tell people that you have a cold, is that okay?"
"What's it like to communicate while wearing a mask? Forget it, I'll cover it up with makeup myself. What's the use of having a boyfriend like you!" She put down the phone angrily, "Hang up!"
After Xu Qiao washed up and had breakfast, she sat down in front of the makeup mirror and used eighteen martial arts to save her beauty.
"Trumpet flower" is of course an exaggeration, but it is also a technical job to completely rely on makeup to cover up the traces.
It took Xu Qiao more than an hour to put on makeup, half of which was wasted on this mouth.
During the period, Cheng Lang sent some doctor's orders and materials, and asked the front desk to send masks and external and internal medicines.
But Xu Qiao had just covered her mouth so much that she really didn't want to do it all over again after putting on her lipstick and concealer. She left the medicine for external use on the table and just opened the medicine for internal medicine. vitamin tablets, used to reduce fire.
She turned her head to look for the kettle, and when she found it on the coffee table in the living room, she glanced past and saw several crumpled paper towels piled up in the trash can next to the sofa last night.
She had never used paper towels in the living room, so her first reaction was strange: what did Cheng Lang wipe with so much paper
Could it be that after kissing her, he solved his physical problems for himself
Xu Qiao jumped away and looked at the trash can with disgust, her heart was beating wildly.
Then jumping and jumping, she vetoed the guess again.
It's not that the monkey is so anxious to solve it in the living room, right
She picked up the kettle to pour water, and suddenly remembered something.
Oh, is it sweat
Speaking of which, he did sweat a lot last night, and it happened twice in a row, once after carrying her upstairs while she was asleep, and once after kissing her on the sofa.
Hey, why does this man sweat so much every time he makes out with her
It was the same when holding her at home before, and it was the same when holding her hand in the movie theater.
Is her charm so great that it makes people so excited
Yujin sends a message saying that she has arrived in the hotel lobby. Xu Qiao hurriedly put on her high heels and went downstairs, because she was puzzled by Cheng Lang's question, after meeting her, she seemed a little absent-minded.
Before Yu Jin met her, she heard her talk about going to the mall to pick out gifts for Cheng Lang's family today. She thought she was worrying about it. After greeting each other a few words, she began to enlighten her and teach her Some first-time experiences at a boyfriend's house.
Because the itinerary of buying gifts was hidden from Cheng Lang, Xu Qiao told the driver that she was going on a date with the little sister alone, and then took a taxi with Yu Jin to the shopping mall.
Along the way, she focused on listening to Yu Jin's experience talk, but she always felt something was wrong in her heart.
She has never seen a pig run, and she has eaten pork anyway. She knows that a man may sweat when he is emotional, but it should never be cold sweat with a pale face.
Cheng Lang's sweaty head after kissing her for the first time last night was a bit like the "motion sickness" that day when he was on the sightseeing bus at school.
That's an unnatural pathology.
Moreover, he seemed unwilling to be discovered by her.
Whether it was last night or at the movie theater a while ago, he always blindfolded her, or diverted her attention with other topics when she had questions.
And whether it was at school, or being accidentally scratched by her in the apartment on New Year's Eve, he always avoided going to the doctor, always insisting that he was fine.
Many fragmentary images that didn't feel right at the time were assembled in my mind at the moment, and it seemed that all of them proved that there was something wrong with Cheng Lang's body, and it wasn't just a day or two.
When Xu Qiao thought of this, her heart was beating extremely fast, and many bad thoughts flooded her head.
He won't have some terrible terminal illness...
After arriving at the shopping mall to choose a round of gifts, Yu Jin saw that her face was not very good-looking, and asked her what was wrong.
She was really uneasy, so she made an excuse to say that she was not feeling well due to her period, so she went to the bathroom.
Yu Jin found a lounge to wait for her.
Xu Qiao's hands were shaking when she walked into the bathroom, and she picked up her mobile phone in the cubicle to search for related illnesses.
Kidney deficiency? She shook her head. Just kissing and hugging Lala's little hands won't be like that.
Myocardial ischemia? She shook her head again. The timing of the disease is not right.
Sweat gland disease? She shook her head again. His symptoms were accompanied by shortness of breath and a pale face.
Xu Qiao felt that the key words entered might not be precise enough, and the range of answers was too large.
She described Cheng Lang's specific symptoms and the timing of the onset in detail, searched again, and then a term she had only seen in Mary Su's novels during adolescence popped up - phobia.
Gynophobia
Xu Qiao subconsciously prepared to shake her head for the fourth time, but suddenly stopped in the middle of shaking.
Although it was unbelievable, she couldn't find a reason to shake her head in veto.
Except for the accident at school that day, which was an accident she couldn't figure out, in the rest of the time, every abnormality of his seemed to be accurately covered by this mental illness.
Moreover, this also explains why a man like Cheng Lang, who is rich, powerful, beautiful, and business-minded, didn't fall in love for the first time until he was 27 years old.
It also explained why he resolutely rejected her at the beginning after mistakenly thinking that she was an open girl who would touch him.
"No way..." Xu Qiao was stupidly in the bathroom, too slow to come on.
After a long period of sluggishness, she remembered Song Mian.
She was so shocked that she even dialed Song Mian unconsciously when she was not thinking about whether she should ask or not.
"Xu Qiao?" Song Mian quickly connected the phone.
"Well, it's me." She clutched her phone in confusion.
Song Mian vaguely sensed something was wrong, and said softly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"I..." She gritted her teeth and made up her mind, "I want to ask you something."
"Um?"
"Cheng Lang... Maybe he has some hidden disease?"
After a brief silence, the other end of the phone quickly responded seriously: "I can't disclose any private information about my patient, sorry."
But Xu Qiao has already got the truth.
If the answer is no, Song Mian should say: No, why do you think so
But he said: can not disclose.
She said "Oh" as if nothing had happened: "I found that he has been sweating a lot recently, and he refused to tell me what's wrong, so I want to ask him if he has kidney deficiency! If that's the case, I'll buy him some Liuwei Dihuang Wan for tonic!"
Song Mian laughed: "There is a lot of work pressure, long-term overtime, and occasional physical weakness is also a normal phenomenon. Don't blindly take medicine for now. When he returns to China, I will come and have a look."
"Okay, I'll trouble you then!" Xu Qiao smiled nonchalantly and hung up the phone.
—
Of course, I couldn't go shopping in this street.
After leaving the bathroom, Xu Qiao seemed to have lost her soul. No matter how slow Yu Jin was, she guessed that her so-called menstruation was just an excuse.
Yu Jin told her that if there is something important, go and deal with it first.
Xu Qiao said goodbye to her apologetically, and took a taxi back to the hotel alone.
In fact, she didn't know what to deal with. She didn't even know whether she should tell Cheng Lang that she knew the truth, but her head was a mess and she felt that she needed some time to digest it.
On the way back to the hotel, Xu Qiao kept thinking about all the things since she met Cheng Lang, and figured out a lot of doubts.
Like why does he need a fence on his Pagani.
For example, why did he push her away reflexively when he was hugged by her waist.
For example, what did he do in the bathroom the night she got drunk in the bathroom.
She returned to the hotel suite in a daze, walked into the bedroom, fell on her back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
While thinking about whether to contact Cheng Lang, he suddenly heard the door being swiped open with a "tick".
She froze for a moment, thinking that Cheng Lang had received his grandfather back, and was about to get up to greet him when she heard the voice of Cai An, the assistant who followed them recently.
He said in English: "Please, Dr. Stephen, Mr. Cheng picked up the old man at home, so it is not convenient for you to receive a face-to-face consultation at home. Please wait here, he will be there in a while."
Xu Qiao was startled, and subconsciously hid behind the bedroom door.
Stephen's voice came in: "No problem. In fact, he doesn't have to worry so much about being known by his grandfather now. His condition has made a great breakthrough."
Xu Qiao blinked, feeling a little relieved.
It seems that the situation is not as serious as she imagined.
"Really? That would be great." Cai An said happily.
"That's right. As I said, falling in love is the best way to heal him. That girl must have helped him a lot. When he called this morning, he said that there was a new development last night..."
Xu Qiao seemed to hear a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and suddenly froze in place.
fall in love? cure
girls? help
last night? new progress
She went through these words in her head, slowly raised her hand, touched her swollen lips, and uttered a swear word in her heart - what the hell