I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

Fujiwara Chika asked in a low voice.

Makoto Jingu shook his head and chuckled, "It's better to be cold. Although I feel cold, the temperature of my body should be very hot, right?"

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Qianhuajiang's smooth little face, Qianhua covered it, and blinked his big eyes: "Hey, it seems that the temperature has dropped a bit, not as hot as before."

"Really?" Jingong Makoto kept calm, without blinking his eyelids, and said softly: "Maybe it's because I saw Qianhuajiang, and I felt very happy."

Fujiwara Chihuahua's face blushed slightly, and said with a sigh, "What does this have to do with me."

She was delighted at the bottom of her heart, and the joy from the corner of her eyes did not even cover up.

She picked up the honey water on the table again, blew it gently, and then passed it to Makoto Jingong's mouth.

"Here, it might be a bit hot, be careful."

Makoto Jingu wanted to hold the cup by himself, but was rejected by Qianhuajiang: "I just hold it, you can drink it slowly."

He had to open his mouth and sip the honey water.

Take a drink, Fujiwara Qianhua wiped his mouth with a paper towel. This posture is quite a way of treating Makoto Jingu as a patient lying in the ICU.

Even Jingu Makoto couldn't help but vomit: "I just have a small fever..."

Unexpectedly, Fujiwara Chika stared fiercely: "Fever is also sick, and if the fever is not paid attention to in time, it will cause more diseases in the future."

Fine...

Makoto Jingu was forced to enjoy Fujiwara Qianhua's meticulous care service until he drank the whole cup of honey tea.

Put the cup in place, Qianhua stretched out her hand and touched Makoto Jingong's face.

Jingu Makoto smiled jokingly, "Hey, do you want to take advantage of it?"

Fujiwara Qianhua gave him a shy look, and said softly: "I want to be beautiful, I just see if my body temperature has dropped."

"Hey, it seems to have dropped a little bit, now it feels a bit cold."

Qianhua's eyes flashed with doubts, it was quite hot just now, how come it suddenly became cold...

Jingu Cheng silently slandered: Of course it's cold, is this ice towel a decoration?

He couldn't be seen through by Qianhuajiang, pretending to be weak, "Is it? That's fine.. Maybe just take a rest."

Qianhuajiang pouted her lips, and she felt terribly distressed when she saw him look weak.

"Why don't I accompany you to the hospital for a look?"

Qianhuajiang hesitated for a moment, worried.

Makoto Jingong recovered a little energy at this time and waved his hand: "No need, I don't want to move at all now."

"Furthermore, the body temperature has dropped, it will be better if you take a rest."

"Well then, you have a good rest." Qianhuajiang was helpless, she didn't dare to violate his meaning.

Makoto Jingu closed his eyes, as if I was going to sleep.

According to normal circumstances, this is a cryptic hint: I'm fine, now I'm going to bed, you can go back.

He believed that Qianhuajiang could understand his suggestion.

However, the reality is that Qianhua Fujiwara never thought of leaving.

How could she be wasting this kind of time when two people were alone?

Even if he is sick, he will not chat with her actively and play games with her as he usually does, but so what?

When you like someone, even if you don't say a word, just look at him silently, you can feel heartfelt satisfaction.

Therefore, after Jingong Cheng closed her eyes, Qianhuajiang sat quietly beside him, propped her chin, and looked at him intently.

Since there is no communication in reality, it is inevitable that there will be spiritual conjectures.

Looking at him, Fujiwara Qianhua suddenly had many scenes about him, many scenes about the two of them.

Some of them happened in the past, such as in an amusement park, such as in school, when the two of them were laughing and playing games.

Many of these scenes are of three people.

But in Qianhua's mind, she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and she automatically ignored the figure of a certain sand sculpture, leaving only him and her.

Some of them had never happened before, they were conjectures from her heart.

In his home, in his room, sitting quietly by herself, staring quietly at the way he fell asleep, this kind of scene can easily arouse her imagination.

Is he very much like his wife now?

No, no, my wife...too far away.

The girlfriend?

If he was at work, he would sit beside him quietly and watch him at work.

Two people accompany each other together, can go to many places together, eat a lot of food together, and play together.

In the silent late night, they hug each other and fall asleep. In the quiet early morning, they opened their eyes sharply, and laughed at each other and said good morning.

Chika Fujiwara has never experienced such a scene.

But she has watched many, many, from her parents, from TV series, from story books.

Having experienced the experience of others, she has irresistibly produced imagination and fantasy.

The girl's affection gradually accumulates in her usual relationship, and her longing and anxiety about love, every thought and thought, are converging.

Condense her imagination and fantasy into a yearning for reality.

How I imagined before, the picture was only me and an unknown face.

And now, besides himself, there is also an exact face, which belongs to him.

Watching, watching again, she was fascinated.

Quiet, so quiet that Jingu Makoto feels awkward.

He opened his eyes, Qianhua did not leave, still in his sight.

She was also looking at herself, as if she had no intention of looking away at all.

With such a deep gaze, Jingong Makoto is not unfamiliar at all, it should be said that he is very familiar.

He thought that if he opened his eyes, her eyes would retract, but she still looked at him.

Her little face was flushed, her white earlobes were quietly glowing, and her smart eyes showed a little bit of shyness.

Jingu Makoto was sure that she knew it, and she was aware of it, but she still chose to stare at him.

Girls never stare at someone for no reason, because the stare at each other can always arouse them inexplicable throbbing.

If a girl looks at you all the time, she tells you silently that she likes you.

"Ha, don't blink your eyes, aren't you tired?"

Makoto Jingu said softly, interrupting her contemplation.

Fujiwara Chika thought he was going to say something sweet, but when he spoke, it spoiled the atmosphere.

With her mouth curled, Qianhua hummed: "I'm not tired, don't you rest~"

Makoto Jingu said in distress, "I'm not used to being looked at, and others can't sleep watching me."

Chika Fujiwara was surprised: "You close your eyes, can you feel this?"

He stretched out his hand and squeezed her face, and said softly: "It's all because of your eyes that are so hot, saying, are you coveting me?"

It is obvious that she is a girl, but she is said to be coveting, Fujiwara Qianhua can't help being a little embarrassed no matter how cute.

But if she denied it, she suddenly couldn't say it.

The converging feelings are like waves, and the feelings that have been waiting silently are unwilling to continue to bear it.

There was a voice in my heart: it is now, it is this moment.

Holding her little hand, Chika Fujiwara gritted her teeth and whispered: "Well, I just covet you."

This sentence came out of her mouth, just like I like you.

Makoto Jingu knew, but he couldn't respond.

He chuckles and said, "It's useless to covet."

Does this mean rejection?

Fujiwara Chika hates his ambiguity, and hums softly, "Why is it useless? Am I okay~"

She cocked her small mouth, her tone of self-satisfaction.

"No, I like big long legs." Makoto Jingu said seriously.

???

Fujiwara Qianhua was speechless, and the feelings that had been accumulated almost to overflow suddenly dissipated. She had the urge to use a towel to smother him.

This is her fault, no matter how well developed somewhere, her height is always a reality that she cannot change.

It is clear that Chika Fujiwara never cared about her height, but at this moment, she actually asked herself the soul: Is it really short?

Makoto Jingu touched her hair and sighed: "Try to grow taller, come on."

Fujiwara Chika slapped his hand away, angrily said: "What's so good about long legs, I'm not so cute!!"

"Yes, you are very cute, but cuteness is vulnerable to sex."

Jingu Makoto's eyes exuded pious yearning, as if thinking of some scenes that he missed.

Chika Fujiwara pouted aggrievedly and whispered: "What's the matter with this, I can be sexy too~"

Chapter 54: You can leave it alone!

Jingu Makoto leaned forward a little, held down the crumbling ice towel, and looked carefully from top to bottom.

Fujiwara Chika shrank in embarrassment at first, but his shyness and weakness were quickly repelled by bravery and strength.

Isn't it sexy?Can't I?

Although she has never advertised her appearance, there is one fact that cannot be concealed: she, Chika Fujiwara, is not only cute, but also beautiful.

She stood up quite proud of the towering chariot, trying to show her dissatisfaction in a clumsy seductive way.

Well, the scale is indeed shocking.

Makoto Jingu waved his hand and said with a chuckle: "Sometimes the body is good or not, it has nothing to do with sexiness."

Qianhua Fujiwara retorted tit-for-tatly: "Sometimes cuteness and sexiness can be switched to each other, it just depends on whether I want to!"

Such a firm declaration is naturally happy to fall in the heart of Jingongcheng.

No man who dislikes a woman will change his mind because of you. This represents conquest and satisfaction.

However, when he was happy, Makoto Jingu felt more and more headache.

It seems that Qianhuajiang does not intend to conduct a small test, but simply sends the main force directly, vowing to get a definite answer.

Makoto Jingu can't let her say that right now, yes, not yet.

Frankly speaking, he is a little less sure now.

Qianhua is not the same as Ying or Yanye. She doesn't have their heart full of scars.

From a growth point of view, Fujiwara Qianhua is happy and joyful. Although there are constraints brought by the political family, she is generally confident and contented.

Therefore, Makoto Jingu had no choice but to open the topic again.

"Well, it seems a bit cold~"

He pretended to shiver, and pulled the quilt that was covered up again.

Fujiwara Chika gritted his teeth, held his hands, held his hands tightly, and whispered, "Is it warmer now?"

She is already very active.

Take the initiative so that even the reserved girl has some tendency to ignore it.

Jingu Makoto looked at her quietly, leaned back and resumed her previous sitting position, and at the same time stretched out her other hand and patted the back of her hand: "If you hold it like this, it will become hot."