"Head up" YanShaoQing light said.
Jiang Jiang crustily skin of head to look at him.
"What’s wrong?"
"no"
"Why should you keep your head down without you?" Yan Shaoqing picked up the teacup at hand and took a sip. "This is a sign of guilty conscience."
"The two of them have two mouths, and I have one mouth to scold and suffer." Jiang Jiang told the truth
"poof!" Q.luv laughed silently.
"…" Yan Shaoqing paused briefly for a second, and her eyes rested on the nail marks on her neck. "Well, if they fight with four hands, you will not suffer."
What logic?
"They are all wearing high heels," Jiang Jiang muttered. "Their feet are unstable."
"Poof!" Q.luv almost gushed out a mouthful of tea and hurriedly laughed. "I’m going to wash my hands."
It’s even harder when he leaves.
Yan Shaoqing looked down at her and she bowed her head silently.
It seems that after a long time, she heard Yan Shaoqing sighing and then burning her neck to a little coolness.
Yan Shaoqing was close to her, and her fingertips fell on her wound and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
Her skin is white and very sensitive, and her nails are scratched. Both sides are slowly swollen and reddened, which looks quite serious.
Jiang Jiang feels stiff
The hand doesn’t seem to be her foot or her. She froze her neck and felt as if she had been immobilized by him, even stopping her heart and moving.
Yan Shaoqing’s fingers are cold
In the hot summer, the room has a tone, but it is not cool at his fingertips.
Like ice and snow
Slowly melting in her burning skin, her scar stopped hurting, and it seemed to be soothed around the wound.
Jiang Jiang’s heart slowly regained its beating, but the whole person was strangely calm.
As plain as white porcelain, her cheeks turned red.
The blush was like the pink peach blossom in spring, and gradually faded from her cheeks. Slowly, her ears and neck were glowing with hongxia, and her face became vivid.
"No pain" Jiang Jiang Trail
"You have to apply some iodine when you go back." Yan Shaoqing actually touched it and left without noticing her strange way. "Don’t infect your nails with bacteria."
"Oh," Jiang Jiang found his own voice.
Look sideways at him.
He is dressed in a black casual suit, and his sitting posture is straight and upright, and he is as beautiful as an ink bamboo. Even in such a lively and secular environment as a restaurant, he is still elegant.
Yan Shaoqing always lets her play.
He is that kind of person who is elegant and expensive when he gestures.
It feels far away.
The eyes and elbows are slightly bent, and the teapot is also elegant and elegant, and the teapot and green tea seem to have come to life.
It is lively and fragrant, and it is solemn and not blasphemous.
Eyebrows and eyes can be painted.
