??Chapter 414: Change the way of communication?
Lu Qingye suddenly opened his eyes and stepped back a little so that he could better see Meng Chuyuan's face.
His expression was a little serious, and his tone was puzzled: "What are you doing?"
Meng Chuyuan grabbed Lu Qingye's clothes again, looked up at him, and said lightly: "There is a thread on your clothes."
She noticed a thread sticking out from the button right from the start, and after looking at it for too long her obsessive-compulsive disorder set in.
Originally, Meng Chuyuan wanted to pull it off, but the thread was too short and it was a little difficult to do, so she unbuttoned it to see where the other end of the thread was.
As a result, just as she found it, Lu Qingye stepped back. She turned her clothes inside out, searched again, and held the black silk thread tightly in her hand.
Meng Chuyuan: "Look, this is it..."
Lu Qingye lowered his eyes to look at the thread in Meng Chuyuan's hand and frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand what she meant. "So?"
"I'll get rid of it for you."
"Don't do that, be careful not to strangle your hands." Lu Qingye reached out and grabbed his collar, preventing her from touching him.
Meng Chuyuan said: "But it really is an eyesore."
"I'll get up and find some scissors to cut it off."
"I'll do it for you, it'll be quick." As he said that, Meng Chuyuan reached out to pull at his clothes.
Lu Qingye couldn't persuade her and could only let her go.
His collar was half open, revealing a large area of chest muscles. Meng Chuyuan supported himself on the bed with one hand and leaned against Lu Qingye in a half-lying position.
Perhaps this posture was too strange, which made Lu Qingye feel a little uncomfortable. His body tensed unconsciously and he didn't know where to look for a while.
Meng Chuyuan wrapped the thread around his fingers and pulled it hard, and the thread broke.
After the thread was pulled off, Meng Chuyuan felt much more comfortable.
She held the torn thread in her hand and prepared to throw it into the trash can.
Meng Chuyuan placed her half-clenched fist on his chest, using him as a support to stand up, trying to step over him to get out of bed. However, in just a few seconds, she found that Lu Qingye's heartbeat seemed to be a little disordered.
She suddenly stopped and sat astride him.
Seeing her sitting on him, Lu Qingye was suddenly startled, frowned slightly, and a hint of mixed color flashed in his eyes.
Before he could speak, Meng Chuyuan put his hand back to its original position and felt his heartbeat.
Meng Chuyuan's eyebrows were filled with doubt. He looked up at Lu Qingye and said calmly, "Why is your heart beating so fast all of a sudden?"
Lu Qingye: "..."
Meng Chuyuan felt a strong vibration in the palm of her hand. Then, she leaned over and put her ear to his chest to listen, causing his breathing to become rapid.
After Meng Chuyuan acted recklessly for a while, Lu Qingye raised his hands, grabbed her waist and neck respectively, turned over and pressed her under him.
Meng Chuyuan was startled by his actions. She opened her eyes and put her hands on his chest. For a moment, she didn't know how to react.
The two bodies were so close to each other that their heartbeats and breathing were intertwined, making it impossible to tell whose was whose.
Meng Chuyuan blinked, her cheeks flushed slightly, and there was a hint of nervousness in her expression, "You..."
Lu Qingye didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of animality.
Seeing him like this, Meng Chuyuan suddenly stopped talking.
After a while, Lu Qingye's expression eased a little, and he spoke hoarsely: "What did you want to say just now?"
Meng Chuyuan poked his chest with his finger and said calmly, "Can we change the posture to communicate?"
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