Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The song frowned and his head was paralyzed by alcohol.

Killer?

What kind of killing intent?

She didn't have her boyfriend around for her birthday. She didn't want to kill her. Where did he get that?

When he read the song, he raised his eyes and looked at him. Qin Shiting touched her hair again: “Go, blow your hair dry, don't catch cold. ”

“Oh.” She was about to get up, but presumably she'd been soaking in the water for too long, and the drinking relationship, even if she wasn't completely drunk and unconscious, was still a little dizzy. After she stood up, she sat up and pressed her hand against her temple and said, "Forget it, it's not blowing anymore, she won't go out this late anyway, let it dry naturally. ”

Seeing that she had a headache, Qin Shiting raised his hand and rubbed it against her head. He didn't say much. Instead, he got up to help her find a hair dryer.

She usually lives alone, and certainly doesn't have as many hairdryers at home, only in her own bedroom.

Qin Shiting went upstairs to find her bedroom, and when she went in, she saw the girl change it, but she didn't have time to wash the clothes neatly stacked aside. The whole room smelled of the girl's sweet smell and the shower gel shampoo coming from the bathroom.

The hair dryer was in the bathroom, walking in to get it, and the light in the corner of her eye suddenly glanced at the pink interior she'd changed before she took a bath and had already washed. Hang clothes aside.

Qin Shiting silently picked up the hair dryer and walked out without looking.

While reading the song, she was still sitting on the sofa downstairs in the living room. On the one hand, she had a sober consciousness and told her that Qin Shiting was back. On the other hand, alcohol was invading her mind, and she was sleepy and confused.

She leaned so lazily on the couch for a while, suddenly she felt a close footstep behind her, and then seemed to be the sound of some kind of power outlet. She turned her eyes obscurely and saw that Qin Shiting had connected the hair dryer and stood behind the couch to help her blow her hair.

The warm wind blew on her head, warming her head, which had just been standing outside for two minutes, a little numb and restless, and when he helped her blow her hair, he took the hair dryer a little further away, it didn't feel very hot, it was just warm and comfortable.

When I sat there with my eyes closed, enjoying the care of my boyfriend, I hummed and said: "Well, I barely felt a bit of love...”

“Is that enough?” Qin Shiting slightly lifted her long hair and changed the hair dryer angle to continue blowing her.

Her hair was long, as if it had never been burned, and after blowing dry it was very smooth, making people feel like they couldn't release their hands.

“Mm-hmm, very satisfied.” She never thought about all kinds of requests to him on her birthday. She always thought that it would be enough for Qin Shiting to show up in front of her on her birthday.

The hair blew almost completely dry. After another minute of blowing, Qin Shiting put the hair dryer down and pulled the electricity out, putting it aside.

The song was already comfortable. He fell asleep on the sofa. As a result, he fell asleep and his head twisted. He almost fell down. He frightened himself as a spirit. He quickly sat down again. He looked around with his eyes open and saw that Qin Shiting had come back to the sofa.

She quickly stretched her hand over his wrist and pulled: "Sit down and sit with me for a while. ”

“Aren't you sleepy?” Sit down, Qin.

“Yeah, I'm sleepy.” She leaned her head naturally on his shoulder, closed her eyes and hummed, "Then I can only let you sit with me for a moment, I can't let you sleep with me. ”

The air seemed silent for a few seconds, reading a song for a while, not realizing what he had just said, but hearing him laugh: “It's not impossible to sleep with you, you can't afford the consequences. ”

“Hmm? What consequences?” She raised her head and rested her chin on his shoulder, leaning so close against him and looking at him with her face up, her eyes blurry, usually as if she knew everything, after drinking it was a naive face.

At this distance, Qin Shiting can kiss her if she turns her face a few centimeters further.

Qin Shiting looked over her head, looked down at her face, smiled, raised her hand and rubbed it on the hair that she had just blown dry and spread so casually behind her: “Come on, don't push me, you're still small, huh? ”

“What do you mean?” The song had a slurry in its head, didn't understand what he meant, and still looked at him with his eyes open and naive.

Qin Shiting secretly jumped at the blues on her forehead with this look on her face, and looked at her again so drunk that she was sending herself to the mouth of the Great Grey Wolf without knowing it. She smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “Have you eaten cake at night? ”

Before the song came out of the doubt, she was introduced to the next topic. She leaned back on his shoulder and remembered: “Well, I ate it. At night on KTV, Zhao Xiaoqing and they bought a cake, which was huge, but I didn't feel very comfortable once I drank my stomach, I only ate one piece. ”

“So you haven't eaten much else since the evening? ”

“Mmm.”

“What's wrong with the stomach? ”

“Nothing, it hurts a little when I drink at night, and it's all right now. ”

After that, the song was still a little confused. I don't know when Qin Shiting left the couch. She closed her eyes for a while. Although she was sleepy, she couldn't sleep. Also, she sat here for a while. She felt that her mental state was much better than when she just came back. At least she should be more sober.

After that for 10 minutes she didn't hear Qin Shiting. She thought he was gone and got up quickly, but suddenly she heard the movement coming from the kitchen. She walked over and looked inside on the door and suddenly stopped.

He boiled water, there were bowls of chopsticks on the table next to him, a bowl of very simple egg spoon, or the kind she used to like when she was a little girl. He sprinkled some green shallots on it, and he looked attractive and warmed his stomach. However, he felt that his stomach was much more comfortable at a glance, and the air smelled like egg spoon.

The boiling water in front of Qin Shiting emitted a boiling noise. He lived in a generous and friendly way, and looked closely, he seemed to be heading under the pan.

“Want some noodles?” Qin Shiting heard her coming and asked back.

“Yes.” She hasn't eaten his scallion noodles in days, she just grinned and laughed: “It's so late, I didn't mean to say, can I eat scallion noodles? ”

“Wait.” He had already put his face down and stood in front of the flow table with a long backdrop, which seemed very warm and friendly.