Lin Mian went upstairs with a bunch of things, and pressed the elevator familiarly.
She buried her face in the pillow in her arms to cool down for a while, shamelessly selectively forgot the fact that she had a good night's sleep last night, and found a good-sounding reason for herself.
Last night, Que Qingyan confessed to her, so she... lost sleep.
It is easy to suffer from insomnia when years of fondness are answered and long-cherished wishes are fulfilled.
So need to catch up on sleep.
The elevator stopped on the tenth floor. Lin Mian had just arrived at the familiar house number, and before he had reviewed the speech he had prepared, he saw that the door in front of him was half open.
Que Qingyan left the door open for her.
He knew she would come up.
"..."
Lin Mianchu was outside the door, trying to ignore the secret heartbeat that seemed to be an affair, and buried her face in the pillow for two minutes before moving in the door step by step.
The living room of the apartment is well lit, half of the wall is covered with translucent floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, the morning sun shines in through the glass, and even the calla lilies on the table create a sense of clarity and tranquility.
Lin Mian didn't see Que Qingyan in the living room, so it's not good for him to find a seat and sit down, and said in a low voice, "Que Qingyan?"
Not long after the words were finished, there was a soft click behind him. Lin Mian followed the sound and turned around to meet Que Qingyan who had just left the bedroom.
Que Qingyan's slender finger bones were still hanging on the doorknob, and he looked up to see a black bathrobe. He had just taken a shower, his black hair was still half wet, and his abstinence and sobriety were less cold, and more...
Lin Mian froze in place with a hot face. Que Qingyan's eyes fell on the pile of things she was holding, his expression paused, and he laughed: "I just finished running in the morning, so I took a shower."
"I… "
Lin Mian got stuck in an instant, and before she could recover, she heard him ask casually, "Would you like to watch it?"
The voice is low and slow, with an ordinary tone.
It's not a rhetorical question, it's really asking her, do you want to see it
"..." Lin Mian didn't answer, and the scrolling subtitle screen in his mind had already filled the whole screen with "ahhh".
Lin Mian's mind was blank, and she thought to herself, Que Qingyan had just finished taking a shower after running in the morning, when she came over with a blanket and pillow. This scene, this atmosphere, she said again that she was here to catch up on sleep... Otherwise, everyone would think that she was here to sleep on purpose.
So the dedicated teacher Mu Mian held back and held back, pulled out a corner of the digital tablet from under the blanket and pillow, and whispered: "I'm here...to draw."
Ten minutes later, Lin Mian was absent-mindedly drawing a draft on the large desk, and noticed from the corner of his eye that Que Qingyan came out of the bedroom and had already changed his clothes.
The small blanket and pillow were temporarily put on the sofa. Que Qingyan went to pour a glass of milk for Lin Mian, stopped when passing by the sofa, leaned over to lift the tightening strap of the sleep mask, stroked the texture of the fine cotton with his fingertips, and paused Dayton, ask:
"Didn't you say you were going to sleep last night, where do you want to sleep?"
"..." Lin Mian drew out with one stroke, "Sleep..."
Just now, Que Qingyan didn't mention why she came here with a blanket, she thought the matter was just nothing.
Although it was just a simple catch-up nap, Lin Mian still thought of something, his ears turned red, and he asked anxiously, "Can I still choose a place?"
A place like the master bedroom...
Although the interior layout is similar to the upstairs and downstairs of the apartment, this is where Que Qingyan lives.
If I can take a nap in the master bedroom, I can sleep on his pillow and lie... in his bed. If he happens to have the habit of taking a nap, isn't it...
Que Qingyan put down the blindfold, still waiting for her answer.
"..." Lin Mian thought about it for a while, and felt that his heart couldn't bear the load. After struggling for a while, he said, "I... just sleep on the sofa."
Que Qingyan looked up at Lin Mian and didn't ask any further questions.
In the following time, the two sat on both sides of the desk to handle their work. Lin Mian completed the progress of the draft, passed the half-finished draft to Fang Xuxu, and began to conceive the new character design for the second half of the comic.
Still drawing on the human body, she pinched the pressure-sensitive pen for a long time, but she couldn't draw a single stroke, and her mind had already shifted to the person opposite.
After finishing the first trial of the lawsuit, Que Qingyan only had school affairs left, so he would be relatively free, but Lin Mian paid attention for a while, and found that he had answered several calls in succession since just now, including Two overseas calls. Apart from occasionally getting up to pour coffee, there is no other leisure time.
When Que Qingyan was working, his expression was focused, his brows were indifferent, and his gestures and gestures were all calm and restrained.
Lin Mian was fascinated when she saw Que Qingyan put down the pen and looked up at her.
"I'm not very busy," he said aloud.
"ah?"
Que Qingyan smiled: "So if you have anything to say, you can tell me anytime."
From the moment he entered the door, Lin Mian was a little cautious, even more restrained than usual.
As soon as she saw Que Qingyan, she began to replay what happened last night in her mind, and she still felt a little unreal.
Although they are not together yet, Que Qingyan said that he likes her.
Lin Mian asked him for a kiss last night, but he didn't refuse.
This morning she came to sleep with a blanket, and he asked her where she slept.
Normally, if she teased him so boldly, she would have been teased so red-faced that she wished she could dig a hole to sneak in, but today Que Qingyan was particularly... indulgent to her.
After realizing this, Lin Mian's heart beat faster. This feeling of being pampered was really good, she emboldened herself, and couldn't help but push forward: "Que Qingyan."
Que Qingyan looked at her in response.
"I," Lin Mian gently squeezed the pressure-sensitive pen, his eyes sparkling, "I have a wish."
For the next words, Lin Mian mustered up his courage all his life. With the support of that indulgence, he looked at the half-drawn human body on the screen, and then said with red ears: "I want to draw a portrait of you." After a long pause, she added in an inaudible manner, "Is it okay to wear the one without a shirt?"
Immediately afterwards, he added: "If you don't want to, you can wear it, you can wear it, can you... show a little..." collarbone.
There was a silence.
Que Qingyan's eyes paused slightly, and Lin Mian observed his expression nervously, noticing that his deep eyes had dimmed.
Lin Mian regretted it almost as soon as he finished speaking.
It suddenly occurred to her that it seemed a little too insulting to make such an exaggerated request like this.
Lin Mian couldn't see Que Qingyan's emotion, so he cursed himself remorsefully. Just as he was about to explain, he saw Que Qingyan put down the original document in his hand.
The metal binding of the documents knocked against the solid wood tabletop, and with a soft sound, it magnified in Lin Mian's heart.
Without saying a word, Que Qingyan glanced at her and began to untie the watch on his left wrist.
He is angry.
Seeing this, Lin Mian's heart sank, her eyes turned red unconsciously, and before she could speak, Que Qingyan asked calmly, "What kind of photo?"
Lin Mian was still in a daze, but Que Qingyan had already unfastened his watch and started to undo the cuff buttons on his shirt sleeves.
The silver cufflinks reflected the sunlight, and the elegant and simple design was placed beside the watch that was taken off.
Then Que Qingyan raised his wrist and began to unbutton the collar of his shirt.
"..."
Lin Mian froze.
"I seldom take pictures, and it's the first time I've been photographed." He looked calm and calm, with a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, and said calmly while explaining, "If you want to see it, I don't mind doing it in front of you." Shirt Two buttons have been undone, Que Qingyan asked again, "Or would you like to help me untie the buttons?"
The latter sentence was very low, and the ending sound seemed to comfort: "Don't blush."
"..." Lin Mian's eyes were no longer red, her face was extremely red, and she was so nervous that she couldn't calm down, she whispered, "I, I, I was wrong."
She dared not look at him at all now. Que Qingyan smiled calmly, and buttoned the button back again.
Que Qingyan said last night that he would agree to whatever request she made.
Now Lin Mian understood the meaning of this sentence. Whatever request she asks, he will agree, but...
Lin Mian wants to cry but has no tears, but she has no luck at all, her whole body is going to burn up...
What is a soldier who surrenders without fighting? That's it.
Que Qingyan's personal teaching was very useful. This time, Lin Mian began to draw obediently with his eyes and nose carefully. His mind was full of the scene where Que Qingyan slowly understood the shirt buttons, and he wrote unexpectedly smoothly.
Not long after this episode happened, Lin Mian received a call from Lin's mother.
Lin Mian glanced at the caller ID, hesitated for a moment, greeted Que Qingyan, and borrowed the study to answer the call.
Ruan Lishu has been busy with a merger and acquisition case for the past few days, and held no less than ten large and small meetings before signing the contract. Now she finally has to rest for a few days. Unexpectedly, on the first day of vacation, I saw the clarification news from Shen's son this morning.
Ruan Lishu went back and saw the club's tabloid report not long ago, and called almost immediately after reading it.
"I accompanied Jiajia to the club to find someone that day, and I was accidentally photographed when I came out." Lin Mian thought for a while, and explained softly, "Shen Yanzhou and I were photographed on the news, but it was actually..."
Ruan Lishu had already read the two pieces of news. She usually didn't interfere with her daughter's social life, but she knew her daughter well and knew that Lin Mian was not the type to hang out in that kind of place, so of course what Ruan Lishu wanted to ask was not this.
"Mom knows you have nothing to do with Shen's son, he looks like..." Ruan Lishu frowned slightly, remembering the lace news she had heard before, and didn't say any more. She put down the tablet in her hand and said, "Mianmian, mom wants to ask you, the news said that Que Qingyan and you—"
Ruan Lishu thought for a while, and still used the words "good relationship", without asking too closely, and asked softly, "Is there such a thing?"
Lin Mian subconsciously glanced at the closed study door, gently scratched the phone with her fingertips, thought for a moment, and whispered: "I like him."
…
Five minutes later, when Lin Mian came out of the study, Que Qingyan just closed the document.
After processing the emails, he turned off the computer and got up, picked up the phone and sent a message, asking, "Are you free next weekend?"
Just as Lin Mian responded, his phone displayed that he had received a WeChat message.
She looked down and saw that it was a schedule sent by Que Qingyan.
Zoom in and take a closer look, course lectures, meeting time, appointments for interviews, and a few places even marked the details of the appointments.
It was Que Qingyan's schedule for the past two weeks.
"Didn't you say you wanted to come to my place for an afternoon nap?" Que Qingyan put the phone back on the table with a low voice, "You can come when I'm around, if you think you won't be able to sleep with me around, you can also pick when I have something to do sleep."
He smiled: "Anyway, you have the key."
Lin Mian's heart skipped a beat, and he confessed for a while, "Then I will definitely... come when you are around."
Facts have proved that the second half of Que Qingyan's sentence is not unreasonable.
Two days ago, Lin Mian was able to take a nap upstairs while Que Qingyan was in the apartment, carrying a blanket and pillow.
For the next two days, when Lin Mian insisted on picking him up, he almost took a nap under a blanket.
On the last day, Lin Mian couldn't hold on any longer. She picked a time when Que Qingyan had a meeting, went upstairs habitually, and finally took a nap.
For no other reason.
It's just because when he was around, Lin Mian couldn't... couldn't sleep.
Que Qingyan is used to working in the living room, and hardly uses the study room. The large and comfortable sofa is also placed on the other side of the living room, facing the desk not far away.
From Lin Mian's point of view, he could clearly see the profile of Que Qingyan flipping through the documents and reading a book, with his knuckles clasped on the edge of the paper, and his chiseled profile looks like a painting.
Lin Mian was dazzled by the sight and didn't feel sleepy. When Que Qingyan poured the coffee, he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Que Qingyan...can you read for five minutes? You can read anything."
She grabbed the blanket, revealing a pair of wet almond eyes, seeing his agreement, put on the blindfold and lay back obediently.
Waiting for him to put her to sleep.
Que Qingyan laughed.
Lin Mian had just listened to a few sentences, but felt that the content of the reading was very familiar. After realizing what it was, he stuttered and interrupted Que Qingyan.
"Still can't sleep?" Que Qingyan put down the pink love letter and asked calmly, "Are you going to sleep in the master bedroom?"
"..."
Lin Mian silently pulled the blindfold from her eyes to her face, covering her hot and flushed face, thinking, how could she be able to sleep? ! !