Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

It's not like she didn't say that when she read the song, she would ask him to hug her, her eyes like a deer.

Now she's saying this, and her eyes are like frosting, like they've been freezing outside for too long.

Qin Shiting looked at her, stared at her eyes, and looked at the confusion in her eyes. Her heart seemed to be stuck in a raw thorn and held her by the hand.

The song leaned in his arms, but his eyes didn't close. He just laid his face on his shoulder like this. At the angle he couldn't see, his eyes were red and he said: "Give me a hug. ”

Qin Shiting held her tight, lifting her hand and caressing her softly behind her head: “How did the phone not turn on after returning home? ”

“The battery is dead. ”

Qin Shiting did not say much more. He only held her in one hand and held her in the palm of his hand, which was still very cold. His hand wrapped her two hands, very warm, and he also held them tightly, like hiding all the injuries and grievances she had suffered these days, holding them, and throwing them away.

“I want onion noodles.” She suddenly said.

Qin Shiting lifted her hand over her head: “Okay, I'll do it for you. ”

“Mm-hmm." Sing a song and pull out of his arms and sit down on the couch.

When Qin Shiting stood up, he looked down and saw her hand on her own pants as he grabbed it tighter and tighter. His eyes fell back on her face again, but when he read the song, he just looked at the coffee table and didn't look at him again.

Until Qin Shiting entered the kitchen, she heard the familiar boiling water, firing, and the sound of tearing off the outer packaging of the noodle paper, which was such a brief moment that the song briefly regained such a little happiness.

Like the happiness of thin ice.

After the water burned, Qin Shiting boiled some cola ginger soup, poured it into the cup to hang, and then burned the water to prepare the noodles.

Shortly after, he brought a Coke ginger soup and put it on the coffee table in front of her: "Drink this, don't catch cold. ”

The song answered and she picked up the cup and put it in her hand. It's still a little hot, but the cup won't burn her hand in her hand. She also warms her hand.

When I saw her whistle and sip, it was too quiet and not good. Qin Shiting looked at her for a long time, heard the voice in the kitchen, and went back to cook her food.

Until her favorite onion oil noodles are placed on the table, she sings and sits up and eats and counts how many noodles she has left in her head, from countless at the beginning to fewer and fewer, until only a few are left, and she eats one at a time.

When she was eating, Qin Shiting did nothing. She sat opposite her, watched her eat, watched her every move, every expression, and saw every detail in her eyes.

Until she finished the last one, and then she looked so brilliantly at the empty bowl in front of her.

“Didn't eat enough?” Qin Shiting asked.

She retracted her gaze at the bowl, lowered her chopsticks and raised her head: “Full. ”

“I'm full, my body's warm. How are you feeling now?” Qin Shiting said without delay: “No matter what happens at home, I'm here. It's time for you to be clear. In the last few days, why did you go to the United States without a word? What happened at home? Is this about your parents? ”

When she heard the words parents, she had a thorn in her heart. She also had a thorn in her eyes. It's just that the thorn is now herself. It's her own stupidly persistent dream. If she wasn't so stubborn, maybe now she can help her family soon, instead of knowing it like she is now, she doesn't have to be so confused, she needs to ask for help.

She bowed her head and didn't speak.

Seeing her like this, Qin Shiting looked at her like this for a long time. Apparently, watching her encounter something like this made him particularly silent. He didn't tell the truth. He forced his temper down, got up and took the bowl in front of her, and left.

It was dark in the morning and it was still snowing outside, and the song was sitting at the table all the time.

Qin Shiting came out to see her still there: “I flew all day, I'm tired, go to bed first. You don't want to say it now, I won't force you to ask. I can say it when I wake up, provided I don't leave without saying hello anymore. You can tell me anything, understand? ”

When he read the song, he looked at the shirt on him and remembered how Ling Xuan was walking around with his arm, and he was wearing the same shirt.

She didn't talk, got up, went upstairs, went into her previous room, didn't take a bath, just sat in the room for a while, then suddenly got up and went out and ran downstairs.

Qin Shiting was putting away the black trench coat that she took off when she entered the door and hung it on the clothes in front of the door, but it was obvious that this coat was not hers, either in shape or size. Although it was a woman's coat, this clothing should not be hers. He was watching, and when he was reading the song, he had run down fast.

“Qin Shiting!” The sound of a quick run downstairs accompanied by a song suddenly shouting his name.

Qin Shiting looked back at her and suddenly the song rushed into his arms.

Qin Shiting was hit by her sudden rushing force and took a small step backwards. At the same time, she stabilized herself. She looked down at the little head in front of her chest and raised her hand to pat her soothingly. When she recited the song in his arms, she mumbled and said: “Hold me again, hold me again! ”

He paused and was going to keep hugging her, but all of her emotional reactions were so weird, he just put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her away, and he looked at her: "Hugs are fine, if you want to tell me why right now. ”

The result was unexpected to push a person only one arm away, but when he saw the red eyes of the song, the tears were accumulated in it, maybe he wanted to endure it back, but suddenly he pushed it, for a moment he did not endure it, and fell straight down.

Qin Shiting had some cracks in his eyes for a moment of seriousness, looking at her.

When the song sucked his nose, he didn't say anything. He just looked at him and suddenly he jumped up again. He lifted his foot and held his face and kissed him. Lips and lips touched anything. There was also a noticeable saltiness of tears.

Her sudden impulse made Qin Shiting's eyebrowbones jump hard, pushing her away again, pushing away, while holding her hand on her shoulder, just to ask what really stimulated her what was going on.

But suddenly he cried like a child: “Qin Shiting, don't push me! Don't push me away! Don't push me! ”

Qin Shiting was shaken loose by her suddenly crying sand and even some crumbling sound.

When the song came up again, she pressed him against the wall, lifted her feet against his lips and bit him down, instantly as if there was a bloody smell spreading in her mouth, and she closed her eyes, ignoring the button in front of his shirt ——