Chapter 27 Chapter 27 “Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp.”…
The evening breeze in late April was cool and refreshing. It blew through the window and ruffled the loose hair on the sleeping boy's forehead.
Liu Jingheng had a very long dream.
He had undergone three heart surgeries, big and small, in the short span of twenty-two years. The flesh on the left side of his chest was repeatedly cut open and stitched up. From being terrified at first, to being unable to sleep all night and waking up crying, to later being as calm and natural as walking into his own backyard, Liu Jingheng accepted his fate.
The reason for the idea of giving up was that the welfare home was facing bankruptcy due to poor management. The director's father applied for a loan from the bank, and the bank sent someone to assess the risk.
He wanted to show his most proud calligraphy to his father, but he saw the middle-aged man through the crack of the door. Like a bewildered elementary school student, he grabbed the assessor's hand and begged:
"The children here can't even have a place to live. We have children with congenital heart disease who need multiple surgeries. Please be kind and give us a chance."
Liu Jingheng outside the door slowly turned around, her gaze unfocused, wandering around the room.
He suddenly understood a little. When his parents fled in panic in the pouring rain, they were just trying to save themselves.
During his last hospital checkup, the doctor discussed his next surgery with him. His voice was calm and composed:
"I'm not going to do it anymore, that's it."
Because Dean's father also needs to be redeemed.
Liu Jingheng struggled to open her eyes from her dream, her eyelids were wet and sticky.
In the dark room, besides his faint breathing, there seemed to be another rhythmic breathing sound.
He groped in the darkness following the sound, and his fingers touched something hard.
The thin satin shirt was tailored to fit the body perfectly. After hesitating for a moment, his fingers slowly moved down, drawing a beautiful outline.
Liu Jingheng wrinkled her nose and stepped back in disgust.
The thought of being honest with Qin Chuyao made me feel a little physically uncomfortable.
Wait, how did Qin Chuyao come here?
By the way, where is my sack?
None of this matters. No matter what the process is, the original work will guide every lost lamb to the right place.
Liu Jingheng's eyes searched in the darkness and she called out softly:
"Qin Chuyao?"
The person next to him didn't say anything.
Liu Jingheng was secretly delighted. Although he didn't understand why, Qin Chuyao's voluntary sleep saved him a lot of effort.
Let's make it quick and easy. Soon, after finishing his performance, Cheng Yunqing will accept the arrangement of fate and find this room, and see two naked people standing side by side.
Liu Jingheng rubbed her legs that were numb from sleeping, dragged her clumsy body, groped her way onto the thigh of the person next to her, and sat down with one leg apart.
"Snap!" In the darkness, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist.
The powerful force almost crushed his radius, and Liu Jingheng frowned in pain.
Oh no, why did he wake up? I really have to hit him from behind to feel at ease.
"What are you doing?" In the darkness of the night, a cold question came from the other party in the room.
The tone of the darkness seemed slightly different from Qin Chuyao's always loud and fiery voice.
"Take off, take off your clothes." Liu Jingheng was very honest and did not deny that the prerequisite for lying naked together was to take off clothes first.
"Take off your clothes and do what you want to do." The other party's tone sounded a little softer, but still not good.
"I just... want to give birth to a child for you." The original text said that she wanted to give birth to a child for the Qin family and let the old man live with four generations under one roof in the limited years he has left.
In the unclear vision, the other party sighed deeply, and heat came towards me.
Liu Jingheng's hand was still held by the other party. Although she felt that the other party had loosened his grip slightly, it still hurt.
"It hurts...it hurts." He could no longer bear it and struggled slightly. The guilt he felt for doing something bad made his mouth slap.
"Wow——" His hand was suddenly released, and his sleeve made a slight sound as it passed through the air.
"But I don't need you to give birth to a child for me." The other party's tone was cold, with a hint of sarcasm.
Liu Jingheng: ...
What should he do? This sentence is not in the original text. How should he answer?
"I... I'm Yunqing, Brother Chu Yao, don't you like me anymore?" Liu Jingheng began to try to PUA, "I'm Yunqing, Brother Chu Yao, don't you love me the most..."
In the darkness, a chuckle interrupted his spell.
"Is that so?" The other person's voice was tinged with laughter. "I thought you were the vicious Liu Jingheng who deliberately framed others."
Liu Jingheng:.
"I misunderstood you."
The moment she finished speaking, Liu Jingheng suddenly felt a big hand falling on her lower back.
Through the thin shirt, the fingers covering it were slightly cold.
Liu Jingheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Even though he still didn't quite understand the situation, the plot had developed as he had expected.
Liu Jingheng stretched out her hand tremblingly, groping in the darkness, and found the collar of "Qin Chuyao".
Like an emotionless robot, she chanted: "Give birth to a child, give birth to a child..."
He fiddled with the buttonholes with his fingers for a long time but couldn't find the technique. The more anxious he became, the more out of tune he became.
A hand reached out from the darkness, pressed down his clumsy hand, and gently pushed it away.
Qin Du unbuttoned the two buttons on his collar with one hand and asked in a low voice in his ear:
"No need for you to do anything. Are you satisfied now?"
Liu Jingheng nodded: "Yeah."
"Now, it's your turn." Qin Du curled the corners of his lips.
Liu Jingheng: ...
He clutched his collar tightly, and his tense legs kept pushing towards the center.
No, it shouldn't develop like this. Facing the awake Qin Chuyao, what if the other party really mistook him for Cheng Yunqing and took advantage of the dark night and strong wind to give him a hole-in-one?
"Why don't you move? Didn't you say you wanted to give birth to a baby for me?" Qin Du put one hand on the back of the sofa, his body relaxed and natural.
Liu Jingheng stared at the unclear patch of skin in the darkness, and her hand gripping her collar began to tremble.
Cheng Yunqing should have come even if he couldn't find the place.
The most urgent thing now is to get Qin Chuyao to sleep quickly.
Liu Jingheng moved slightly and groped in the dark, trying to find a highly lethal weapon such as a desk lamp or a baseball bat.
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and with a force, her slender body became a boat swaying helplessly in the wind and rain. After swaying twice, she plunged into the arms of "Qin Chuyao".
The muscles under the face are firm and bulging, and the facial features are painful when they hit the face.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of my fearful heartbeat reverberated like spring thunder in the silent little room.
"Where do you want to run to?" The voice of the man under him sounded like a question, but also like a mockery, with a magnetic and clear ending that lingered.
Liu Jingheng almost fainted.
It’s so hard to be a cannon fodder these days.
He began to chant, "Calm down, don't panic, you'll figure it out."
"Yes."
Liu Jingheng's hands fumbled around in the dark, slowly finding "Qin Chuyao's" face and holding it.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep~ My dear baby~ Mommy loves you, Mommy likes you~"
After singing, he looked tragic again. After a long time of mental preparation, he closed his eyes and made up his mind.
“Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp.”
Four kissing sounds were heard, and the kisses to lull Qin Chuyao to sleep fell on his forehead, cheeks and chin in turn.
Qin Du's pupils suddenly dilated in the darkness.
"What are you doing..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted again by Liu Jingheng's singing:
"Go to sleep, my dear baby~ Mommy loves you and likes you~"
“Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp.”
Qin Du's hand, which was about to push him away, stopped in mid-air.
Liu Jingheng's low voice came from the dark:
"Are you asleep?"
Qin Du opened his mouth for a while, then slowly pursed his lips.
Liu Jingheng couldn't see the person's appearance, and could only judge by the rhythmic breathing sound beside her ears that "Qin Chuyao" was asleep.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
When I was a child, I would be so scared before every heart surgery that I couldn't sleep all night. The director's father would come over with a pillow, pat my belly and sing this song.
Although every word was out of tune, Liu Jingheng felt the fear in her heart slowly fading away, her eyes began to feel sleepy, and she soon fell asleep.
The trick doesn't have to be new, as long as it works.
Liu Jingheng carefully stepped off "Qin Chuyao", groped for the wheelchair, sat on it, and ran away.
Because of the poor vision, my knees were bruised along the way, but at least I managed to preserve my innocence.
In the dim room, not even the moonlight could penetrate.
Qin Du stared at the wide-open door and the last trace of Liu Jingheng's escape. He raised his hand and gently stroked the skin that had once made the "chirp chirp" sound with his knuckles.
After a long moment, he let out a low laugh.
I'm not afraid of bad guys racking their brains, I'm afraid of fools having a sudden inspiration.
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Liu Jingheng breathed a sigh of relief in the brightly lit campus.
The plan was accomplished. I am really smart.
His hands were still tightly gripping his collar, fearing that Qin Chuyao would wake up too early and chase him out to hit him with a stick.
Yes, one stick.
Now, take out your phone and check:
【Precautions for pregnancy】
"Liu Jingheng." A familiar voice suddenly came with the evening breeze, and in the quiet night it sounded as cold as the collision of jade.
Liu Jingheng looked up, and saw a touch of flowing black hair in her sight. Her pearl-colored gown was like falling snow, outlining her already beautiful body even more delicate and exquisite.
Ah, I ran into Cheng Yunqing, and quickly said the line "Sorry, if I go over tonight, I may need your blessing for me and Brother Chu Yao to have a happy marriage."
"I'm sorry, I..."
"Where have you been?" Cheng Yunqing interrupted him, his voice as hoarse and chill as the evening breeze.
"I..." Let him finish his lines first.
"I've been looking for you." Cheng Yunqing interrupted him again.
The performance had just ended, and Cheng Yunqing still hadn't received a reply from Liu Jingheng, so he simply went upstairs to look for her. He asked everyone he met if they had seen a boy in a wheelchair. Someone had seen Liu Jingheng and pointed to the room on the third floor.
Yes, as expected, Liu Jingheng made a mistake when counting the floors and completely missed Qin Chuyao who was resting upstairs.
Afterwards, Cheng Yunqing was unsure which room Liu Jingheng was in, so he could only knock on each door and call his name. No one responded, except for Qin Du's cold voice from one of the rooms:
"The person you're looking for is not here."
At this time, Liu Jingheng began to recall the original text, trying to find one or two green tea quotes that could fit the current environment.
I remember the original owner deliberately interrupted the protagonists' good deeds and said:
"I'm sorry, I just thought the moonlight was so beautiful and didn't mean to disturb you."
Liu Jingheng lowered her head, muttering to herself while counting the words on her fingers.
Confirmed, raised his head:
"I'm sorry, you're so beautiful."
Cheng Yunqing's body, which was originally a little tired due to the intense running, suddenly tensed up and almost broke after this sentence came out.
The chest cavity began to inflate with air, swelling so much that it made one dizzy.
Cheng Yunqing's Adam's apple moved, and his cold fingers kept tightening.
After a while, he raised his hand to smooth out his wig that was messed up by the night wind, making it look neat and smooth.
"My performance is over." Cheng Yunqing was a little flustered. He touched his face and adjusted his clothes. "No, can't I get a bouquet of flowers from you..."
The tone of the last few words changed.
I can only be thankful that the light was poor at night and Liu Jingheng couldn't see the blush rising on his face.
Liu Jingheng looked around and her eyes fell on the small flower bed at her feet.
He plucked a pink rose and extended his hand: "Here."
The corners of Cheng Yunqing's lips couldn't help but rise. Realizing that he had lost his composure, he immediately calmed down and pretended to be calm.
He took the rose, but his fingers were shaking so much that he almost dropped it.
"Just one," he said.
Liu Jingheng nodded. He couldn't bear to pick two more flowers. Everything in the world, every blade of grass and every tree, has life.
Cheng Yunqing stroked the fresh and elegant pink rose and asked casually:
"Do you know the meaning of pink roses?"
Liu Jingheng knew, but she just couldn't remember it now.
But Cheng Yunqing's intention did not seem to be to get the answer about the language of flowers from him.
He held the rose tightly, took two stiff steps forward, and stopped in front of Liu Jingheng.
The white snow fell down along with the body.
Cheng Yunqing held the armrest of Liu Jingheng's wheelchair, and the wheelchair under her moved backward due to inertia and was then pulled back.
In the original description, the male protagonist has a unique fragrance on his body, like green pine needles and fresh hazelnuts crushed together, immersed in the oxygen-filled morning woods, neither warm nor distant, forming a touch of the unique piety of all things in the world towards life.
That touch of piety completely enveloped Liu Jingheng and came to her cheek.
"Chiu." A barely audible sound.
Liu Jingheng:?
He raised his hand and touched the cheek that had been kissed.
Why did the male protagonist kiss me? What does this mean? What should I say now?
Cheng Yunqing straightened up immediately, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin. He hadn't expected himself to be so bold. He had clearly mustered up the courage to do it, but at this moment, his heart was like a million Harmony trains rumbling through his body.
On the building behind them, in the only lighted window, a tall black shadow was clinging to the two of them, his gaze piercing through the cold glass.
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