Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

It was not the first time that she had ever felt warm and friendly after walking through the song, but in this one, she suddenly felt that her relationship with Qin Shiting was really close and intimate.

Close enough for him to fall asleep in her house.

She bypassed the sofa and looked carefully at his sleeping face, suddenly hoping that the time would stop like this. Don't write the homework tonight. He just kept sleeping like this. It's okay to sleep with her until tomorrow morning to go to school. It's a big time to study early and then rush the homework together.

She just stood by the couch and watched him quietly.

And then I looked at his sleeping position, and I thought, "Go back and get a pillow." And when I walked back, she thought, "Should I put a pillow in him to make him feel more comfortable, but what if he wakes up?"

Qin Shiting should just wait for her to sit here and accidentally fall asleep. If she wakes up, she won't sleep again.

When I read the song, I stood there a little tangled, and watched him for half a day, holding the pillow in my hand and gently holding his step back and forth, and then I saw him leaning back on the sofa. This leather sofa was soft, and she would often sleep on top of it, but it doesn't matter if she didn't put the pillow on.

After a moment of tangling, she put the pillow back aside, and then stood on the couch looking at Qin Shiting's sleeping face.

It's beautiful.

As if every time she had such an opportunity to focus on him, she was very poor in words, and all she could think about was how beautiful it was. Aww, it was so beautiful. These words were just repeatedly echoing.

But if the first time she saw him, she was just sinking in his face, and it's been so long now, she knows it's not just because it's called good-looking anymore.

Qin Shiting is really wonderful.

She really, really, really liked him, never liked someone like that before.

It looks like his skin is really good too, very white, but it's not the kind of white that is very shady, it's the kind of white that is healthy and sunny, when you read the song and you want to look closer, step forward gently, step on the edge of the carpet underneath the sofa, this time close to the leg directly on the side of the sofa, then lean down and close to your body.

Just as she just bent over, Qin Shiting suddenly stretched her leg forward as she sat up against the sofa. She didn't expect his leg to suddenly flatten forward. Her leg was right here, and she was directly hit by his leg. The next moment, her whole person was unable to stand steadily because the movement was too careful. She suddenly pounced directly towards the person sleeping on the back of the sofa.

When reading the song, Qin Shiting opened his eyes directly and quickly. He looked down slightly and saw a head lying in his arms. Then he raised his head with some embarrassment and looked at him.

“... me, me!... I didn't mean to.” It was so embarrassing to read a song that I couldn't wait for time to turn back. I saw him wake up “smashed” by himself and put on a smiling face.

When she realized that both hands were still pressed against his arm, she quickly retracted her hand and quickly retracted from his arms, then quickly retracted several steps back, maintaining a distance of at least three metres.

Qin Shiting didn't know if he was asleep and suddenly woke up and his condition didn't recover, or what happened? He sat there in the same position, only his eyes fell on her rapidly retreating body, and then looked at her face.

“I didn't mean to wake you.” The song quickly pointed to the other pillow on the other side of the sofa: “I saw you fall asleep, I wanted to help you put the pillow behind you, but I was afraid to wake you, so I stood beside you and hesitated. Who knows why your leg, which you had kept well, suddenly stretched forward, I was tripped, didn't stand steady, so...”

“What time is it?” He went from leaning on the back of the couch to sitting normally on the couch, as if nothing had just happened.

When I read the song, I looked at the time: “More than 9 o'clock...”

Qin Shiting also picked up his phone at this time and saw the time.

It's really after 9: 00.

I was a little worried that he would wake up and go straight away, and quickly change the subject and say, "Do you want to write now? I just called my mother for so long that I kept you waiting for so long. If I had known you were so tired, I would have...”

“It's okay, write it.” Qin Shiting rose.

As he stood up, the distance between her and him was reduced by at least a few dozen centimeters, his subconscious singing took another half-step back.

He glanced at her for her half-step backwards: “What's wrong? ”

“Nothing, nothing. Write your homework.” She went to the little bar to get the rolls as she regained her expression.

Since he asked, it means he didn't take the incident she just threw on him seriously, which really made her less embarrassed, but think about it again... he just... doesn't feel at all?

Do you think she's a brother?

At least she was a girl, and she jumped on him, like nothing ever happened to him.

Although it does stop her from being so embarrassed.

This evening she kept her head down to write the roll, but her mind was distracted. Several questions were answered incorrectly. When she lifted her eyes, she saw Qin Shiting finish writing again soon.

He was real, not at all.

The speed of writing has not been affected in any way.

When the song shrugged his head, his heart was filled with things, and the more confused he was writing, he simply dropped his pen and stopped writing.

However, she had just dropped her pen and Qin Shiting was still writing his roll, but her head didn't lift up. She said: “Page one, question three, question seven, all questions on the bottom left of page two, do it again. ”

Read the song: “!!! ”

She looked at him surprised: “You saw me wrong...”

He didn't answer, but still didn't lift his head: “Do it again, do it right. ”

“Oh.” She answered boringly and a little confused, hurrying to rewrite.

Because she wrote slowly today, she rewrote it many times. Although she tried to be serious, she was still a little distracted. Qin Shiting didn't rush her, let alone easily tell her the answer. Just occasionally mention a few things about the idea of solving the problem. Today's homework is not much. Finally, it was written correctly. The pointer to time is already 11: 50 in the evening.

When Qin Shiting was here, she always felt that the time had passed particularly quickly. She didn't even realize it was so late. She picked up her phone and looked at the time and was surprised.

“It's almost midnight.” She was surprised.