Chapter 1081 Mr. Qi's Clingy Wife 10
Song Jinhuan felt a surge of joy upon receiving a response. "Thank you! Do you want some ice cream?"
"I won't eat."
Song Jinhuan smiled and said in a consultative tone, "Then why don't you buy another one with vanilla and cantaloupe flavor tomorrow?"
Qi Lu asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"
Song Jinhuan squatted on the ground, clutching the bed sheet on the edge of the bed with both hands, and said considerately, "I'll eat for you."
"I have a big appetite; I can easily eat two in one go."
I am very proud.
Qi Lu followed the sound and looked over.
In the corner of the room near the door, the surface of the air purifier is emitting an orange glow.
It's not so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face.
But the other party's uniqueness made her blend into the darkness.
She was completely invisible.
Even the outline is not visible.
Emotional progress: -8.
"sleep."
His deep voice carried an inexplicable chill.
It seems they disagree.
Song Jinhuan whispered, "Okay, goodnight."
There is a square mat next to the bed, which is more than enough for one person to lie down.
Song Jinhuan tiptoed around to the other side, picked up the pillow next to Qi Lu, and then circled back.
Sleeping on the floor felt pretty good; the floor mat was fluffy and very comfortable to the touch.
The next morning, Song Jinhuan was woken up by being stepped on.
The other person's foot was still on my calf.
It's heavy, but it doesn't hurt.
It pressed down so hard that the area couldn't move.
Song Jinhuan opened her eyes with a "whoosh" and saw that scene.
Qi Lu calmly stepped aside, looked down at her, and asked, "Awake?"
His voice was still hoarse from when he first woke up.
Song Jinhuan quickly pulled her foot back and reminded her, "You stepped on my calf."
"I'm sorry." He apologized so quickly, as if he had prepared it in advance.
There was not a trace of apology on his face.
Song Jinhuan pursed her lips, her large, bright eyes filled with accusation, "You did this on purpose!"
Qi Lu looked down at her. "This is how I usually get out of bed."
The accusation in Song Jinhuan's eyes instantly turned into helplessness. She gently rubbed the spot where she had been stepped on and said without any confidence, "But you stepped on me."
"Aren't you willing to forgive?"
The man had leaned over at some point, and from Song Jinhuan's angle, her chest muscles were faintly visible, making his skin appear even whiter against the backdrop of his black pajamas.
He exercises every morning.
Perhaps it was because her gaze lingered for too long.
Qi Lu followed her gaze and looked down, chuckling softly.
Song Jinhuan snapped out of her daze, her face flushed red, and she cried out, "I'm willing, I'm willing to forgive."
Qi Lu then stood up. "Does your calf hurt?"
Song Jinhuan shook her head. "It doesn't hurt. It was just a little hard just now."
Washing up, morning exercise, breakfast, and reading the newspaper—this is Qi Lü's daily routine, rain or shine.
It's very hot; the temperature was already 30 degrees Celsius early this morning.
Song Jinhuan once again clung to the vent, enjoying the cool breeze on her face.
Qi Lu shifted his gaze from the newspaper to her.
Song Jinhuan turned around and smiled at him, then turned back to continue enjoying the breeze.
Most of the time, the two of them were very quiet.
Song Jinhuan squinted her eyes slightly in comfort, paying little attention to the footsteps behind her.
Until I was flicked on the back of the head.
She frowned and turned around. Qi Lu was standing behind her with his hands behind his back. "What's wrong?"
"Go sit over there."
That refers to the desk.
Song Jinhuan refused, saying, "No, it's cool here."
"Won't you catch a cold?" He frowned, but didn't seem to mind being rejected.
Song Jinhuan shook her head. "I don't know."
Belatedly realizing what was happening, she smiled and asked, "Mr. Qi, are you concerned about me?"
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