Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

I'm not even in the mood to go to bed in the shower, sitting on the couch turning on the TV and being silly, I'm not worried at all.

Qin Shiting has been walking for five minutes, he must have gotten a cab.

She sat on the couch with her hands on her chin and sighed.

Suddenly the phone shook up and she sat up straight, picking up the phone and looking at it.

It was a text message from Qin Shiting.

Qin Shiting: [Rest early, the girl stays outside herself, don't stay with anyone easily, learn to protect herself.]

I read the song with my phone for half a day, and my heart stopped for a long time.

He could see how she was resting this evening and what she meant. He certainly wouldn't think much, but he was thinking for her, so he didn't give her a chance to talk.

Qin Shiting is the man.

Toxic.

She's so her, how can she quit?

She smiled back a [good night] and then stopped getting involved and got up and went to bed in the bathroom.

……

The next day, when he saw Qin Shiting walking under the tree, he put his eyes on his hand first.

Seeing the gauze wrapped around his hand was good, it looked like it was last night, and I knew it had not touched the water, it was clean.

She watched his hand from time to time during the day, and was the first to stand up and help him with anything.

At lunch, Zhao Xiaoqing shouted that she was deeply in love and couldn't pull herself out. She didn't know when Qin God would give her a response. She didn't think much of singing. Anyway, he was hurt now, so she wanted to do something for him. Otherwise, she couldn't even get a hand in it.

In the afternoon, Qin Shiting read the song, because she had not been active all day, she was putting her left hand on the table and slowly picking up the roll. She glanced at it and said: “The wound is not healed yet, you have to put up with it again. If you do not like it all the time, then you will have to wrap it for many more days. ”

Qin Shiting looked over at her and smiled at her as she read the song: “I told Aunt Xiang to make something to eat before she left at night. Don't eat at school tonight. Anyway, it's early for school today. When you go to my place again at night, taste Aunt Xiang's boiling soup, it's delicious. ”

Qin Shiting looked at the sincerity of her face.

She thought it was a bit abrupt to let him go again. She quickly said, "You have to change your hands every day. Don't you go to my place to bandage him? If you don't go, you should also remember to go to the hospital to bag it, otherwise you will..."

Who knew Qin Shiting nodded at this time: “Okay, go. ”

Ah.

Huh?

Aah!

How dare he say so?

Sing a song and breathe nitrously. I really want to grab his hand and shake it. Ask him, Qin God, are you awake? Are you really going?

But she withstood.

Now he's got his left hand wrapped around him. What if she drags him down with her right hand, and he has to write his homework with his right hand?

At 8: 00 in the evening, this time they did not have to walk that far, and took a taxi directly outside the school back to Shui Villa.

He didn't eat the song at night, I don't know if Qin Shiting ate, but I think he only went out to buy a bottle of water during the dinner break. Before and after a few minutes, he probably didn't eat.

So when I got home, I saw Auntie Xiang had gone, but there were all kinds of dishes and soup in the kitchen that had just been cooked for a short time, all kept warm and could be eaten directly.

The first thing to enter the door, of course, was to bandage it first, Qin Shiting saw her this increasingly professional appearance, and just sat at yesterday's small bar and let her play in her own hands.

The blood had stopped all day, but the weather was not so hot today. The wound didn't get angry because it had been wrapped all the time, but I forgot to read the song to buy the gauze again. So when I wrapped the gauze around him today, I deliberately wrapped it twice less than yesterday, trying to keep his wrist and palm wound in better ventilation.

When she had packed it, she went to the kitchen to collect the chopsticks, served the dishes made by her aunt and served the same to the table.

“All right, all right, let's eat.” She grinned, placing the cutlery on either side of the table.

Until Qin Shiting really sat down to eat with her, while reading the song and taking the chopsticks to clip the dishes, as if he accidentally looked up at him, and asked herself, silently in her heart, since when did she walk so close to him, so intimately?

It doesn't seem clear exactly when it started, but it's getting closer, little by little, to what it is today.

Is it friendship between tables?

Or... deeper... as she thinks?

After lunch, I was going to continue my homework with Qin Shiting. Like yesterday, but suddenly my mother called back from across the country. Although my parents usually didn't have much time with her, I would talk to her more on the phone. Generally, Ms. Yang Zhenzhen's phone calls she dared not answer.

I had to let Qin Shiting sit on the couch and wait for her for a while, and then I was afraid that Mom would know that she had taken the boy she liked home. It must have been a good nag again, and she might fly directly from abroad overnight.

She went back to her bedroom to pick up the phone, just to be safe.

Speaking on the phone to her mother about school and life over the past few days, Ms. Yang Zhenzhen has not forgotten to ask her how she has developed recently with the man she likes.

It's hard to read songs.

If you want to lie and feel like you can't, but don't lie, the person she likes is in her house now.

It was late at night, I had just had dinner with her and was waiting for her to go downstairs and write her homework.

Can't say!

She simply sat in the room and reassured her mother that everything was said. At first, she didn't believe that something seemed hidden from her mother's instincts, but it was always reassuring to find out after a while that it seemed like she was reading songs all the time. Even though she was young, she was not too emotionally irrational. Finally, she simply didn't ask. Finally, reading songs ended the call on the grounds that she had not yet written her homework.

The call lasted 20 minutes.

She hurriedly put down her phone and ran out. She was going downstairs to call Qin Shiting. She said she was coming. She could write her homework. Wait half a day.

“I…”

As a result, the foot just ran to the corner of the stairs on the first floor and suddenly saw that Qin Shiting had fallen asleep on the back of her couch.

He leaned back on his head, his hands drooling, resting on the couch, quietly.

The sound of the song fell directly into her voice. I can't believe he actually fell asleep at her house. He hurriedly put his footsteps down and quietly walked over.