Chapter 20 The popular cannon fodder in the apocalyptic literature 19

"Can I ask why?"

After a long time, Lu Feng asked, his tone was hoarse and difficult, as if he was trying hard to suppress the darkness that was bursting out of his heart.

Is he not good enough to her?

Why must we choose Qi Yan?

The scenes of him and the girl were still vivid in his mind. Her glance and smile were all etched in his heart. In fact, he always knew that the girl would always choose someone who truly loved and cared for her as her partner.

He had also thought about how sad he would be if the girl didn't choose him, but he never thought that this day would come so quickly and catch him off guard.

Nan Qiao lowered her eyes and remained silent. She didn't want to answer this question.

Why? Nan Qiao couldn't really explain it.

Perhaps it was because of the pair of cotton slippers that were gently put on her feet when they first met;

Perhaps it was because I explained this apocalyptic world so carefully time and again when I knew nothing about it;

Maybe it was the gentle voices that comforted after being frightened;

Maybe it’s every warm hug in the bitter cold winter;

…

Nan Qiao couldn't explain it, and she couldn't tell. She couldn't tell when that flicker of green had begun to emerge, or when it had grown from a single flicker of green into a towering tree.

She only knew that she cared about Qi Yan.

Seeing her eyes downcast and silent, her face dejected, Lu Feng stopped forcing her. How could he bear to force the person he had always held in his palm?

He lay weakly on the sofa, his bony hands covering his eyes. His tone returned to its previous gentleness, but with a hoarseness:

"Sorry, Qiao Qiao, I was a little too excited just now."

"Qiao Qiao, go back to the room first. I just need to calm down."

Nan Qiao's eyes became slightly sore when she heard this. She looked hesitantly at Lu Feng, who was emitting a dejected look. She said "OK" in a low voice, turned around and slowly went upstairs.

Lu Feng lay on the sofa, listening to the girl's footsteps gradually fading away as she went upstairs, and did not move for a long time.

"Qi Yan, let's fight."

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Feng, who was lying on his back dejectedly, suddenly turned over and stood up. His eyes were slightly red, and he stared at Qi Yan at the door with a burning gaze, gritting his teeth and saying.

Yan Chuanhao, who was standing silently beside Qi Yan, also silently shifted his gaze to Qi Yan. The fierce aggressiveness in his body doubled at this moment. The meaning was self-evident.

At this moment, only Qi Yan, who heard the girl's confession, could not hide the smile in his eyes. His gentle and handsome face softened. When he heard Lu Feng's challenge to a fight, he naturally accepted it calmly.

…

When the girl woke up, she found that it was already dark. She looked out the window at the completely dark sky in confusion, her mind a little dazed.

Because the girl had previously experienced a nap that lasted too long, causing her to be unable to fall asleep at night and feeling listless the next day, Qi Yan would not let her nap for too long after that, and would usually wake her up after two hours.

But why didn't he wake her up today? The girl was a little confused.

She didn't turn on the lights when she went to bed, and the room was pitch black. She was a little scared, so she groped her way out of bed and left the room.

The room was only a short corridor away from the stairs. When the girl walked out of the room, she saw light at the stairs and felt relieved.

The girl who saw the light and shadow obviously gained courage in her heart. She walked quickly to the stairs and went down them, looking at the living room downstairs as she walked, trying to find the figure that made her feel at ease.

Finally, the girl found a familiar figure on the soft sofa in the middle of the living room.

She rushed over eagerly, hugged the man's slender neck with blue veins from behind, and complained in an unconsciously coquettish voice: "Ayan, why didn't you wake me up?"

She put her head in the crook of the man's neck, and thinking of the fear she had just experienced, the girl who had always been pampered and loved couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

Qi Yan's heart softened by the girl's sweet complaint, and he put down the ingredients he was preparing.

He turned around and hugged the girl who was leaning on his shoulder, then turned her around and held her in his arms.

He lowered his head and gently touched her hand with his lips, coaxing her softly: "I'm sorry Qiao Qiao, I just had something to do and went out for a while."

"Okay, I forgive you." The girl nestled in his arms obediently. She looked around and didn't see the other two. She hesitated: "Ayan, where are they? Did they go out?"

Qi Yan paused for a moment, then said softly, "A Feng and the others are out."

"Oh," the girl responded to indicate that she understood, then she lay on Qi Yan in silence.

Qi Yan silently hugged the person in his arms, as if he could sense the girl's inner guilt. He did not say anything, but just stayed quietly beside the girl.

It took a long time, so long that the bright moonlight poured in from the window, casting a layer of dim moonlight on the floor near the window, when the girl's gentle, hesitant voice finally came from his arms.

"...Ayan, I like you..."

Qi Yan, who was hiding in the dark, curled his lips slightly, his eyes sparkling, and he hugged her tighter. His tone was gentle and doting:

"Qiao Qiao, I'm very happy, really happy."

I'm very happy that you chose me, and I'm also very happy that you only chose me.

"I'm the one cooking for Qiao Qiao tonight. My cooking may not be as good as A Feng's, so please bear with me, Qiao Qiao." Seeing the girl's curious eyes on the ingredients he was preparing, Qi Yan rubbed her delicate hands and joked.

"Ayan's cooking is delicious too." What she said was not wrong. Qi Yan has been practicing his cooking skills these days. Although his skills are not as good as Lu Feng's, his food is really delicious.

"Well, then Qiao Qiao, please do me the honor of eating more later." He teased as he rubbed the tip of the girl's pen with his bony fingers.

"Yes, I will definitely eat more!" The girl vowed, and her serious look as if she was making a military order made the man laugh again.

He lowered his head, wrapped his thin lips around the girl's lips, savored them carefully, and murmured between his lips and teeth: "Baby, eat more tonight, otherwise, baby will be very tired." His words were ambiguous and extremely seductive.

After saying this, before the girl could react, he put the girl down in his arms and turned to walk towards the kitchen. His steps were hurried, and there was a hint of impatience in his steps.

The girl was stunned, confused for a moment. Tired? Why was she so tired?

This question lingered in the girl's mind, and she still didn't figure it out until after dinner.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she secretly glanced at Qi Yan who was cleaning up the dishes. She couldn't help but move closer and ask, "Ayan, why did you just say I would be very tired tonight? Are we going there again tonight?"

She looked straight at Qi Yan with her bright eyes. Under the bright yellow light, her originally pure eyes seemed to be filled with charm. She looked at him with such trust, even with the innocence and naivety of a girl.

Qi Yan's throat was dry, his heart brimming with desire, and he clamored to devour the girl before him. His eyes darkened for a moment, and his voice grew hoarse. "Qiao Qiao, do you really want to know that?" Desire filled his voice.

But the girl seemed completely unaware of the danger emanating from the man in front of her. She just nodded, still looking at him with innocent and trusting eyes.

Qi Yan put down what he was holding, picked up a clean handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands, but the darkness in his eyes grew darker and darker.

After wiping it clean, he slowly hugged the waist of the girl in front of him. While the girl was stunned, he leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear: "Qiao Qiao, I will tell you now why you are so tired tonight, okay?" The last two words were spoken very lightly, revealing infinite ambiguity.

After saying this, before the girl could react, his lips instantly covered the girl's delicate lips, biting and twisting them, as if he wanted to eat the girl into his stomach, completely unlike the gentleness he had before.

The sudden passionate kiss startled the girl. Her white hands weakly pushed away the man's hot chest, but her weak strength was not enough to push the man away.

In the end, she could only tilt her head back passively, and was kissed by the man until she was dizzy. She fell limp in the man's arms, her cheeks slightly red, and tears flashed in her eyes.

Realizing that the man's powerful hand had penetrated her clothes, she looked at him with tears in her eyes, unconsciously filled with a few traces of shame and surprise.

The man hugged the girl who was panting softly in his arms, and his hoarse and low voice rang out in excitement: "Qiao Qiao, is it okay?" His voice was tinged with desire and was particularly sexy.

The girl's head rested on the man's chest. She was panting, her body a little tense, and a trace of fear of the unknown flashed in her eyes. She wanted to refuse out loud, but her mind couldn't help but emerge with all the good things Qi Yan had done for her in the past few days.

From big things to small things, they all flashed through her mind one after another like a kaleidoscope.

She thought about it for a long, long time, so long that the darkness in the man's eyes grew, so long that the man thought the girl was going to reject him.

The girl's body finally softened, and she compromised, showing a dependent attitude of not rejecting. This made the man ecstatic and doubled the desire in his eyes.

The ecstasy in his eyes was undisguised. His lips kissed the girl's cheeks without any rules, and he murmured hoarsely, "Baby, I love you, baby."

He excitedly picked up the girl by the waist and walked upstairs eagerly.

He came to the girl's room, kicked the door open, carefully placed the girl on the bed, and covered her impatiently.

Although she is so delicate and delicate that she wants to die, she cannot cry even with a smile on her face.

The wind blowing outside the villa shattered the oriole's low singing voices into pieces.

………

After the rain and clouding, Qi Yan looked at the girl in his arms, her body covered in red marks, feeling a little distressed. The tenderness in his eyes seemed to flow like water. The madness in his eyes had faded away, and his whole body exuded a sense of satisfaction after his desire was satisfied.

He couldn't help but hug the sleeping girl, sighing with satisfaction, and a feeling of fulfillment filled his heart.

He finally took this absolutely gorgeous rose into his arms, and she was finally his.

It was already dawn, and the man contentedly hugged the sleeping girl and fell asleep.

The author has something to say:

I don’t dare to waste time, I keep it to myself when writing, for fear of being blocked.

Besides, the fish are all in my daughter's hands, and even if she refuses, she can't escape.