"Let me massage it for you." Qin Yuhuan patted the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt and got into bed with ease. The bed board made a creaking sound instantly.
Ziyi twisted her body again, "Isn't the sound of this bed too obscene?"
Qin Yuhuan couldn't help but patted Ziyi's leg. "Keep your voice down. It's fine if we just know what's going on in the bed. Don't expose it."
Posture: ???
Why is this person's train of thought still following hers?
Qin Yuhuan rubbed her knees and it felt so comfortable that she felt sleepy. She muttered to herself, not knowing what she was saying.
Qin Yuhuan moved closer and heard everything clearly.
The exhausted little dynamite still remembered to dislike her: "Qin Yuhuan, you are so annoying."
Qin Yuhuan smiled and reached out to touch the tip of Ziyi's nose. "Ziyi, you're so slow to react."
She's hinted so clearly, yet you're still jealous, idiot.
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When Ziyi woke up, it was pitch dark and she couldn't see anything clearly. She rubbed her eyes and muttered, "Qin Yuhuan, when did we change rooms?"
Clearly, the room they were in before going to bed had no windows, but right in front of them was a fluffy curtain that was particularly good at blocking out light.
But no one responded to her.
She didn't know when she woke up. It seemed like she woke up standing up. It was really outrageous.
There seemed to be some sound outside the room. Ziyi tried to turn the door open and go out, but as soon as his hand touched the door handle, he walked out through the door.
Posture:?
The TV in the living room was on, and it seemed to be a talk show.
The person being interviewed is...
she?
Looking around the living room, she remembered that this was not Qin Jiadong's house, but the house Qin Yuhuan rented at the beginning, in a community where she had to pay 20 yuan for parking every time.
"It seems that President Zi is very confident in himself," the host said jokingly, "I believe many fans are also concerned about President Zi's love life..."
"This is... I..." Ziyi remembered that this interview was postponed again and again by her. She was supposed to go yesterday, but something happened in Qin Yuhuan's family, and the interview was postponed again.
In her previous life, she did not turn down the interview, and the show was broadcast at the end of the year.
At the end of the year, she looked at the sofa and saw Qin Yuhuan sitting upright, staring at the TV intently.
When she said, "She has a crush on someone she's loved for years, and they've finally gotten married," Qin Yuhuan's face lit up unexpectedly. She said to the screen, "That's great, Ziyi. Congratulations."
Ziyi approached cautiously and half squatted down, but her hands could not touch Qin Yuhuan. Whether she wanted to push Qin Yuhuan or touch her face, she ended in failure.
After the interview, she sat quietly in front of the dressing table, staring at herself in the mirror in a daze. She looked particularly haggard and pale, as if she had not had a good sleep for a long time.
"It seems like there's nothing to worry about anymore."
Qin Yuhuan opened the notebook, which was filled with various matters.
#Give all the flowers away#√
#Transfer 100,000 yuan to my uncle so he can repair the house#√
#Watching the house being built#
#Make a will and divide the remaining money among the landlord and neighbors#√
#Give Ziyi a blessing in person#
…
All the items were checked, except for two: "watch the house at home being built" and "give Ziyi a blessing in person", which were not expressed in any way.
Qin Yuhuan slowly took out a pen from the drawer and wrote "I went there, didn't see anyone, failed" next to the blessing column, and directly crossed out the column for building a house.
"I can't wait until then. I'm so tired."
Everything she could do to keep herself alive was done.
"Qin Yuhuan, Qin Yuhuan, you haven't congratulated me in person yet, right? There's still something unfinished."
Ziyi was extremely scared, her heart seemed to be tied into a ball. She watched Qin Yuhuan extinguish all the lights and her desire to survive disappeared at the moment he closed the notebook.
"Don't die, don't die, please, it's my fault, I shouldn't have never recognized you, Qin Yuhuan, don't die, I'll come to you, you scold me, okay?"
But no matter how hard Ziyi begged, Qin Yuhuan could not hear her.
She could only watch Qin Yuhuan push open the window, lean over and jump down without any reluctance, not even giving her a chance to reach out and grab.
It was as if a bright red flower had blossomed on the cement floor, pricking her eyes and making them ache. She covered her face and found that she couldn't even cry.
Countless people gathered around and pointed at Qin Yuhuan. Ambulances and police cars arrived soon.
Ziyi tried repeatedly to wake up from this painful dream at Qin Yuhuan's house. She wanted to go back to the world where she was reborn, but she couldn't wake up.
Qiao Yuning came to Jincheng, took Qin Yuhuan's body, and together with her lawyer, divided her inheritance equally among every neighbor.
She knew that house prices would fall after someone died, and this was her compensation to the landlord and neighbors.
But she couldn't find any other place to leave. If there was only one immoral thing she had done in her life, it was probably this. But Qin Yuhuan couldn't take care of her, so she could only try her best to make up for it.
Everything was donated, including her body.
Ziyi wanted to leave Qin Yuhuan's house, but she was like a bound spirit, trapped in the house and couldn't get out no matter what. She wanted to see Qin Yuhuan off for the last time but couldn't, and she could only cry at home in a hurry.
"Xiaozi, Xiaozi?"
At this moment, Qin Yuhuan's voice, full of coldness and dominance, was like a beam of light shining in, making Ziyi unable to open her eyes. When she looked clearly again, she met Qin Yuhuan's eyes full of concern.
Ziyi didn't have time to think about anything else. She hugged Qin Yuhuan tightly. Her eyes, still dripping with tears, were red and even her voice was nasal. "Qin Yuhuan, go ahead and scold me. Don't die."
Qin Yuhuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "Xiaozi, I won't die, don't be afraid, okay?"
"I had a...very painful dream." Ziyi felt Qin Yuhuan's warm body temperature, but she hugged him even tighter. "You can't see me. You don't even...you don't even give me a chance to save myself."
In the previous life, Qin Yuhuan...did he leave like this?
No regrets, no hesitation.
"I won't miss you, Xiaozi." Qin Yuhuan patted Ziyi's back gently. "No matter where you are, even if you are in a surging crowd, I promise that I will always find you at first sight."
"You just can't see me." Ziyi was terrified. "I'm scared, Qin Yuhuan."
Qin Yuhuan felt the wetness on her neck. Ziyi's dream was related to her. Perhaps she was frightened by her sadness in the past two days. She felt guilty and coaxed her softly, "I won't leave, Xiaozi. I can't bear to die now."
"Why?"
Ziyi didn't know what the difference was between the present and the past. At this moment, she even wanted to turn into a pendant, holding Qin Yuhuan tightly and not letting go. She raised her head slightly, and her nose tip almost touched Qin Yuhuan's nose tip, and their breaths entangled unconsciously.
"Why, I've never asked you why you want to give me a blessing? Is it because we've been classmates for many years?"
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