Qi Yijuan looked into Qiao Zhen's bright eyes. He sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed without saying a word, eating a candy egg while leaning on the bedside table. His expression was quite indifferent, not as disgusted as he had shown before.
Qiao Zhen realized that Qi Yijuan's hair was still wet. The air conditioner was on in the bedroom, and the cold air was chilly. It was easy to catch a cold with wet hair, so she went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.
Qi Yijuan buried his head in eating the candy egg, while Qiao Zhen ran one hand through his fluffy hair and the other operated the hairdryer.
The two were inexplicably in harmony.
Qi Yijuan said sullenly, "Didn't you just say you wanted to order takeout?"
Where the boy couldn't see, Qiao Zhen tugged at the corners of her mouth. No wonder Qi Yijuan was angry just now. "The takeout is too slow, how could I bear to let you go hungry?"
Qi Yijuan turned around and hugged Qiao Zhen's waist.
Qiao Zhen was kneeling on the bed, her waist, hips, and thighs straight so that she could look down at Qi Yijuan's head.
The boy rested his head against Qiao Zhen's collarbone, "Miss, I've given you my innocence, you can't just pull out and leave me heartless, okay? QAQ"
Qiao Zhen's expression was somewhat complicated. Why would the target be this kind of person? Shouldn't they be high-end, classy, and exude an aura of dominance?
Qi Yijuan did not hear Qiao Zhen's reply. He suddenly tightened his arms around Qiao Zhen, and his fingertips slowly slid down the middle of Qiao Zhen's back. He said in a strange tone, "I only have you, Miss. If you dare to abandon me, then I will have no choice but to... I will have no choice but to let you stay with me."
He spoke very slowly, his fingertips moving very slowly, so slowly that it gave Qiao Zhen a chilling feeling.
Qi Yijuan looked at the reflection of their intimate embrace in the glass window behind Qiao Zhen. He nuzzled Qiao Zhen's neck with his fluffy head, a seemingly innocent smile playing on his lips. "Miss, you won't abandon Jujuan, will you?"
The boy clearly has a mother and brothers, but he must have a reason for saying he only has himself, so Qiao wisely didn't refute him. She reached out and turned off the hairdryer, casually tossing it into a corner of the bed. She raised her hand and smoothed the boy's fluffy short hair; because it had just been washed, it was particularly dry after being blow-dried, but it felt even better to the touch.
"I'm from Planet NIBABA, and I won't leave until I find the quantum computer. Besides, Little Silk Flower, since you only have me by your side, how about you come back to Planet NIBABA with me when I find the quantum computer? I'll claim you as my own." Qiao Zhen looked down into Qi Yijuan's eyes, her smile gentle yet earnest, without a trace of perfunctoriness.
"Okay." Qi Yijuan said in a deliberately childish voice, burying his face in Qiao Zhen's chest and taking a few deep breaths. "Daddy, I want to drink milk."
NIBABA = Your father.
Qiao Zhen glanced down at her chest, her face slightly embarrassed. "I'm truly ashamed. Daddy's big chest is all show and no substance." There was no milk...
Qi Yijuan laughed so hard her body trembled, and Qiao Zhen's large breasts bounced with her movements. "Miss is so cute, Jujuan clearly wanted to drink hot milk."
"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, you're not as cute as me, you're so naughty." Qiao Zhen deliberately softened her voice for the last two words and drew out the last syllable.
Qi Yijuan blushed as she teased him. He looked at Qiao Zhen with a flickering gaze, deliberately lowering his voice to make it more magnetic, "Miss, I want it."
A glint of light flashed in Qiao Zhen's eyes. She seemed to have thought of a brilliant way to restrain Qi Yijuan, a method that would definitely work every time. "What do you want? Would you like some hot milk? I'll go get it for you right away."
She made a move to get up and leave.
Qi Yijuan pulled Qiao Zhen into his arms, pouncing on her like a tiger, "Miss, I'm going to establish my authority!"
Qiao Zhen hooked her legs around Qi Yijuan's waist.
Another three hundred rounds of fierce fighting ensued.
Qi Yijuan felt very sorry for himself, especially for his dignity as a man QAQ
Looking at the exhausted boy and his tired face, Qiao Zhen finally carried him to the bathroom to clean up without complaint. She scolded him playfully, "Trying to establish your authority, huh!"
Qi Yijuan, nestled in the bathtub, was restless. With sleepy eyes, probably too tired to concentrate, he looked at Qiao Zhen's beautiful face and said, "Miss, you're so pretty! Did you come to take me home?"
Looking at the adorably silly Qi Yijuan, Qiao Zhen felt a surge of maternal love welling up inside her. "Yes, yes, I'm going to take you home and live with me."
Qi Yijuan was still muttering incoherently, sometimes looking down at the water in the bathtub, and sometimes looking at Qiao Zhen with the spring-like gaze of a young girl.
Qiao Zhen couldn't hear what he was saying, but it seemed that he was intermittently acting foolishly.
She cleaned up Qi Yijuan, and then broke out in a sweat again. When she carried the mischievous boy to bed, he started nibbling at her here and there.
Qiao Zhen sighed softly and coaxed the flushed boy to sleep.
If it weren't for the fact that he had class tomorrow afternoon, Qi Yijuan would definitely be doomed.
Qiao Zhen dried the boy's wet hair again. She looked at the boy's peaceful sleeping face for a while before turning back to the bathroom to clean herself up.
When she came out, dried her hair, and went to bed.
Qi Yijuan felt a sinking sensation beside him, and he rolled into Qiao Zhen's arms, twisting and turning to find a comfortable position, which made Qiao Zhen chuckle.
The next morning.
Qiao Zhen woke up around seven or eight o'clock. She had a class this morning, just one.
So the boy is left alone in the empty room.
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