Zhou Qianling is really weird

Wu Meilai raised her eyes carefully and saw that the other person was already dressed neatly, with one leg stretched out and the other bent, leaning against the head of the bed.

She glanced over, raised her hand and waved gently.

Wu Meilai stared at the four fingers bent inward, and knelt on the bed as if she was bewitched, crawling step by step on her knees to her side.

When they were only an arm's length away, Zhou Qianling stood up and leaned over, hooked his hand around Dai Tou E's head, and gently rubbed her head with his palm.

"Does it hurt?"

The unexpected touch made Wu Meilai's scalp numb, and a tingling coolness instantly rushed from the back of her head to the top of her head, making her so comfortable that she almost rolled her eyes and could no longer feel any pain.

Before she could hum, Wu Meilai pursed her lips and dodged.

Zhou Qianling stared at her face with a smile and slowly withdrew his hand.

Wu Meilai's face flushed when she was looked at, and she asked, "How about you? Are you still in pain?" But the answer was definitely...

"It hurts." Zhou Qianling twisted a strand of hair, his eyes seemed to be asking: Can you still help me relieve the pain?

The lip line tightened.

Another chuckle, her gaze slowly sliding to the back of her hand that was clutching the hem of her skirt.

It's so easy to bully.

Zhou Qianling yawned, turned off the main light and the desk lamp on his side, and snuggled into the quilt.

The room was half dark, with the only remaining desk lamp illuminating only a small part of the space. The occasional warm orange light was blocked on Wu Meilai's back, making it impossible to see the expression of the person lying on his side.

After sitting quietly for a while, Wu Meilai also carefully crawled to the other side and got into the bed. Such a big person took up a small space beside the bed, looking pitiful.

Pulling the quilt to cover her head, Wu Meilai finally had a free mind to recall what had happened in that short period of time.

Zhou Qianling was injured while saving herself and asked her to kiss her to relieve the pain. Let's not talk about what she was thinking, but her behavior was really frivolous, even perverted. It's not that she was unaware, she just... didn't want to care about so many things at that time.

In other words, she's lost her mind.

When Wu Meilai thought about how she had kissed someone from the shoulders to the butt (she didn't), she felt embarrassed and panicked. A mixture of fear, unreality, excitement, satisfaction, etc. rose in her heart.

She must have been possessed by a ghost, Wu Meilai remembered that she had pointed to a new grave filled with wreaths on the way here.

You can't point to random graves, especially those that have just been buried.

Wu Meilai found the reason and finally felt relieved. She thought to herself that she would burn some incense to ward off evil spirits some other day.

Zhou Qianling had no idea what was going on in her mind. He could only see the bulging little bump shaking from time to time on the other side of the big bed, which was a million miles away from him and could be considered a long-distance relationship if they were in a relationship.

I originally just wanted to tease people, but I didn't expect that this fair-skinned and honest woman could be so naughty.

To be honest, her kiss is quite comfortable.

Zhou Qianling sighed inwardly, shifted to a prone position. No matter how comfortable it was, it still hurt.

But she was relieved now. Wu Meilai was indeed a lesbian. After all, a straight woman probably couldn't stand kissing another woman's butt (no!)

Staring absentmindedly at the dim retro desk lamp, his vision gradually blurred and Zhou Qianling closed his eyes in exhaustion.

After a while, my eyelids darkened. I heard the sound of small footsteps, a door opening and closing.

Zhou Qianling thought that this person was upset today and probably needed some quiet time.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a moment had passed before a distant call came.

"Qianling, Qianling."

Zhou Qianling woke up slowly, opened his dry eyelids, and saw a blurry face with implicit concern in front of him.

Wu Meilai forced a stiff smile and shook the safflower oil in her hand. "I just bought it. I..." She paused and continued, "I'll help you apply it."

His misty eyes gradually cleared, and a gentle yet teasing smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

When the person kneeling was about to lose his composure and started laughing awkwardly, Zhou Qianling put his hands on the pillow, rested his face on the back of his hands, and acquiesced.

Wu Meilai swallowed softly and let out a breath. She was so upset that she had made such a normal thing seem so unserious.

Glancing at the person sprawled flat on their backs, she considered their position and tossed the quilt aside. The limp fabric hung down to the bed, outlining every line clearly.

Wu Meilai pursed her lips and covered her with the quilt again, folding it from top to bottom, leaving only her back exposed.

While lifting her skirt, Wu Meilai stopped like a vigilant cat and looked up at the back of Zhou Qianling's head.

She didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination, but she seemed to hear Zhou Qianling smile.

"Why don't you continue?"

Wu Meilai remained motionless and silent for a few seconds before explaining dryly, "I didn't think of anything else."

Explaining this to a woman was strange enough, but Zhou Qianling still had to ask, "What is 'something else'?"

Wu Mei couldn't say anything, so she pretended not to hear and pulled up her skirt and pushed it onto her shoulders. The little shyness she had disappeared when she saw the bruises.

Pour the oil into your palms, rub it, and then press it on your mottled back.

"Thank you." The belated thanks was muffled.

The place where the safflower oil was applied felt a little hot at first, but later it became just warm and the pain was reduced. In addition, the strength of Wu Mei's massage was just right, and Zhou Qianling fell asleep comfortably this time. He didn't know whether he heard the other party's thanks.

The next day, Zhou Qianling smelled the fragrance of rice and his stomach growled a few times before he woke up.

Wu Meilai placed the millet porridge and pickles she had bought on her bedside table and said without even looking up, "It's time to brush your teeth and have breakfast."

Zhou Qianling slept very soundly. He stretched out his body feeling refreshed, and then he hissed out of nowhere.

"Does it still hurt?" Wu Meilai stopped and looked at her, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

It was definitely painful, but it was within the acceptable range. Zhou Qianling raised the corner of his eye, as if with a deep meaning: "You care about me."

Normally, Wu Mei would have ignored her, but now, she pouted and mumbled, "You were trying to save me. If you hadn't pushed me away, I would have been smashed. Any normal person would care about their savior."

"It's strange that you have to explain so much." Zhou Qianling got out of bed, said this and went into the bathroom, leaving the person by the bed twisting his fingers, feeling uneasy.

What's strange about that? What I said is the truth.

The thoughts of city people are really incomprehensible.

Is there anything wrong with caring about your savior?

She is the weird one.

Zhou Qianling is really weird.

Wu Meilai did not feel at ease after putting the blame on Zhou Qianling. On the contrary, she angrily moved her breakfast to a table far away and ate it silently.

Zhou Qianling was surprised that he could not tell a woman like or dislike something.

In the dream, on the bed, when she was tilting her head.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Wu Meilai hurriedly drank half a bowl of rice porridge to calm her restless heart.

But the water in the porridge seemed to run from her stomach into her eyes. Wu Meilai wanted to cry. She thought she was really abnormal. How could she have such a dream? It didn’t count once, but she had it twice.