Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

She stared at the series of numbers, stared at the names of the three names, bit her lips gently, and slowly slid her fingertips back and forth on the phone, thinking repeatedly for a few minutes, or was forced to retract her fingers by residual reason.

But putting the phone back under the pillow, closing her eyes is the number on the phone, she thinks she should do something, but what should be good, even if it is a real text message, what should be sent.

It took me a long time to read the song and take out my phone again. I stared at the number on the screen and sent out three words: [Qin Shiting?]

She lifted her eyes and looked at the time displayed at the top of the screen after the hair was done.

It's already 10: 30 at night.

It's cold vacation, unlike the usual time when everyone sleeps late, this time according to normal healthy breathing time, he must be asleep.

But after all, she has sent it out, even if she hasn't slept, she probably won't come back, but she feels satisfied when she has, put her phone back on the nightstand, take a deep breath, okay, go to sleep.

It didn't wait for her to fall asleep and the phone “buzzed” on the nightstand.

When I read the song, I opened my eyes slightly, looked at the phone above, and saw the screen lit up for a moment, and my heart jumped.

Is it…

At this hour?

Will Qin Shiting return her?

She climbed up from the bed and quickly took her phone back. When she opened the screen, her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her voice. She looked down and it was really Qin Shiting.

He did reply!

Qin Shiting: [?]

A question mark.

Though few words, not even a single word, only one punctuation symbol, are enough to shock the chant.

Question mark.

Question mark from Qin Shiting!

Such a succinct question mark is absolutely proof that he really is.

But since it's a question mark, it means she can go back to the past!

I'm not sleeping!

Reading the song, put the phone in your heart for a while, quickly and truly sit on the bed, hold the phone and seriously look at the question mark on it, then start thinking about how you want to go back.

And then she poked her fingers out on the screen, word for word: [Am I interrupting your break?]

Be careful with the dots. Send.

The phone shook again quickly, and he actually replied quickly.

[None.]

Not disturbing him! Then he shouldn't be reading or busy right now, maybe lying in bed like her and not asleep!

Rounding it up is tantamount to Qin God lying down with her and chatting!

Singing instantly very consciously back to bed, holding the phone with one hand and quickly covering the quilt, whispering with the phone: “Calm down, calm down, I want to calm down, there is no way to continue this conversation...”

And what should she say now?

She held her phone, her face was sweet, but a little upset, and she replied with a bite of her lip: [Recently, the weather in Haicheng has been quite cold. Have you been out of the house often during your holidays? Keep an eye out for the cold. School starts in a week. Be careful not to catch a cold.]

You can't hesitate any longer. If Qin Shiting falls asleep like this, you'll regret looking at what you sent after you sent it.

What's with her hair?

What a cold. What a cold.

She suddenly burst into the quilt with her face covered, holding her phone, and couldn't tell if it was annoying or anything, but there was a little bit of sweetness.

The phone shook again, and she looked down, and it was a simple, cold word: [Hmm.]

After another pause, she looked at the time, less than an hour and a half from today.

But he could fall asleep at any time during this hour and a half.

And then look at the words that he recovered, the three, which, taken together, actually had only three words, and three punctuation marks.

But when I read the song, I thought that these words were really beautiful. I looked at the words of Qin Shiting displayed on the screen, and I thought they were very kind and gentle.

She was afraid to continue to talk, Qin Shiting would be annoyed, afraid to talk to people like this in the middle of the night, not only interrupt his rest time, but also think that she was too noisy. After all, in his eyes, it was just a simple relationship with the same table, and he could reply only to see the relationship at the same table. It is still a vacation, I can't see it in the middle of the night. She sent him a message in the middle of the night like this for no reason, and it's really not good.

But what else could she say?

Say good night. Am I asleep?

Then she didn't get what she was texting him tonight.

She was...

Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.

What should she do?

Say, "It's my birthday, can you say happy birthday to me? ”

… feels a little silly.

Or she said, "Dear table, I'm 18 years old today! ”

… feels even more stupid.

How do I let him know she's having her birthday today, and he can say happy birthday on his own?

She looked back at the cake that one of her relatives had sent in the morning without eating or forgetting to take down, and at the crystal calendar next to her eyes.

When I read the song, I got out of bed and ran to the cake, opened the cake box, and moved the calendar counter on the table next to the cake to a place close to the cake. Then I thought about it, and found my student ID and put it aside. The student ID had her date of birth written on it.

After this was put together, she was satisfied and sent him a photo with her phone.

After that, she hurried on to send him a lovely smile.

Silent wins are loud.

He'll understand, won't he?

After this photograph and the smiling face that followed, the message suddenly went like the sea of stone, and no reply was received for half a day.

Is he asleep?

It's almost eleven o'clock, she's just come here to make cake and set up a table and student ID, and she's taken a few pictures to find a nice, clear angle, so long ago, he should be asleep.

The sweet emotion that was going to float in the heart of the song suddenly went down, but think about it, on her birthday, Qin Shiting can get a reply text message, and there are three more. This is also a birthday gift for her.

Thinking about it, she got her makeup again, took the cake out and put it in the fridge for Aunt Xiang, then closed the door and went back to bed, but this time she couldn't sleep with the duvet on.

She keeps wondering, did he see her text?

Could the photo send fail? He didn't see it?

I thought about it for a long time and was afraid that he was really asleep and didn't dare to send it again to disturb him.

About another few minutes later, her phone, which she held in her hand and placed on her chest, shook again, and she immediately picked it up and quickly slipped away from the screen.