Lin Mian's breathing and consciousness froze when Que Qingyan leaned over to kiss her.
His fingertips brushed against the skin behind her ears, and his wrist accidentally touched the sensitive side of her neck. Lin Mian didn't even blink his eyes this time, and the consciousness he had just picked up suddenly disappeared again, and he suddenly felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing to the brain along the carotid artery.
She still held the digital screen and the manuscript in her arms, raised her head halfway, obediently asked for anything, and completely became a hamster fossil.
The paper that Lin Mian usually uses to jot down inspirations is not special printing paper, the paper is thin, and sometimes a mark can be poked out if the pen is too heavy.
Therefore, with the paper on her lips, she could still clearly feel the warmth from the other party.
"..."
Que Qingyan's handsome brows were so close that Lin Mian could still vaguely smell his cool scent.
He was kissing her across a sheet of paper.
kiss... her...
The kiss through the paper only paused for a few seconds, and then Que Qingyan let go of Lin Mian and stood up straight.
He admitted that this kiss could not be explained by impulsiveness, and even before kissing her, he had already gone through all the considerations in his mind.
Last week Lin Mian asked him if he could chase him, but he didn't reply immediately, one was because of the rush of time at that time, and the other reason was that he wanted to give her a proper cooling-off period.
Lin Mian has a crush on him, or likes him, it's not like he can't feel it. But she didn't know him well, so he wasn't sure how long this admiration could last.
Lin Mian asked him for chips that day in the clubhouse, and the unsuccessful kiss seemed to be her initiative, but Que Qingyan knew that these were the result of his deliberate guidance.
The atmosphere was ambiguous and out of control that day. When returning to the apartment, it was reasonable for Lin Mian to ask if he could chase him.
Que Qingyan has passed the age of being overwhelmed by emotions, reason is more important than impulsiveness, even if she is really tempted, she will put herself in a leading position that advances and retreats properly. He is thoughtful, and giving her time to calm down is also leaving room for himself.
But after a week of calm, Lin Mian still wanted to chase him.
Que Qingyan glanced at her stunned expression, read the contents of the drawing on the draft paper again, and asked with a smile, "When did you draw it?"
Lin Mian's eyes were dull, and her lips moved behind the paper, almost subconsciously replying: "From the day I came back from the clubhouse..."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she finally remembered that she still had the ability to blink.
Eyes opened for too long, Lin Mian realized that his eye sockets were sore after returning to the cage. In the blink of an eye, physiological tears came up uncontrollably. His eyes were red, as if he was being bullied and cried.
It was too late, Que Qingyan pressed the elevator downstairs for her, looked down at her, and said, "Go back."
Lin Mian's mind was full of the kiss just now, and the tip of her nose touched the manuscript paper that blocked the lower half of her face, almost holding her breath with regret.
That just now... wasn't really a kiss.
With one hand free, she folded the manuscript paper down, raised her eyes to look at Que Qingyan, her face was so red that she couldn't give up and asked: "I blocked it just now, can I... want another encouragement?"
After finishing speaking, it didn't count, and he lowered his eyes to confirm that the manuscript paper would no longer be in the way, and then raised his head.
Que Qingyan said that the gentlemanly demeanor he left behind not long ago has not returned, so he calmly replied, "Don't you want to go back tonight?"
The effect of fighting poison with poison was obvious, and Lin Mian realized that even the exposed skin of his neck turned red this time.
The idea that she wants to sleep with him has been on Xiao's mind for a long time.
But Lin Mian is sure that if she really says "don't want to" at this time, the pursuit of him that was just allowed may develop into "don't even think about chasing him again in this life".
Her heart was beating violently, and she recited silently three times.
"Que Qingyan," before walking into the elevator, Lin Mian looked aggrieved and unwilling, but did not forget to show his loyalty, "I... I will seriously pursue you."
"..." Que Qingyan laughed, and replied, "Good night."
Can't have a good night.
After returning home, Lin Mian washed up unconsciously, looked at the manuscript for a long time, spread out the creases, and put it on the bedside as a treasure.
After rolling around in the bed for a few times, Lin Mian stretched out his hand in the dark with his hot face, and turned on the bedside lamp again.
Lin Mian buried half of her face in the pillow, took a deep breath and tried to cool herself down.
Her mind was full of the scene just now.
fundamental…
Can't sleep...
Que Qingyan agreed with her to chase him.
She shamelessly asked him for encouragement, but he really gave it.
Lin Mian was so awake that she could run around in the middle of the night. She originally wanted to watch a movie to calm her mind, but when she found out the horror movie disc, she suddenly thought of something. It tucks back.
At two o'clock in the morning, Lin Mian got up from the bed for the third time, and decided to go to the kitchen to boil milk and find something to do for himself.
While the milk was being boiled, she stood in front of the small milk pot exuding the fragrance of milk, reminiscing about tonight's events.
Since she can pursue Que Qingyan openly now, she must show some sincerity...
Five minutes later, Lin Mian finished his milk, picked up his mobile phone and made a reservation.
In the early morning of the next day, Que Qingyan ran back and called Que Min.
"I just said, why did you call me yourself?" Que Min rarely received his call, and joked back to him while drinking morning tea, "I can give my skirt to Mianmian, don't ask her to return it to me .
"If the little girl comes to me, I'll tell her to come to you and give you the skirt." Que Min thought about it, and smiled, "But it's all my family, and there is nothing to pay back. By the way , is the little girl awake?"
Que Min felt that the two lived together, but Que Qingyan didn't explain it, and said calmly, "I'll make another one for you."
After hanging up the phone, Que Qingyan received a strange call.
"Hello, is this Mr. Que?" The other party asked with a respectful voice and a smile, "I am the clerk of Liuxin Flower Express, and I am stopped outside your community now. Is it convenient for you to pick up flowers now?"
Lin Mian suffered from insomnia all night, and she was still in high spirits in the morning. She stepped on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom, thinking about calling Bai Jiayi.
She ordered a bouquet of flowers last night, and it should be delivered around this time, I don't know if Que Qingyan received it...
On the other side, the florist who finally entered the apartment stood at the door on the tenth floor, holding a bouquet of flowers and handing them along with a greeting card.
Seeing the man in front of him, the florist was amazed, and said in his heart, no wonder the customer who delivered the flowers was so willing to do so. He ordered the door-to-door flower delivery service for three consecutive months.
The bouquets were exquisitely packaged, with clusters of white baby's breath and calla lilies, and the gold-edged greeting card still had a faint fragrance, and the word "Lin Mian" was written on the signature.
"This is the flowers that Ms. Lin sent you. Please sign for it." The florist came back to his senses, "I wish you a happy life."
Que Qing said: "..."