Deliberately teasing

The long-lost sunlight shines into the house through the window, showering on the two of them. Their hot bodies are pressed against each other, and the warm breath falls on the tip of their noses, brushing past them lightly, bringing a subtle itchy feeling, like a soft feather brushing against their hearts from time to time.

Liang Qingqing turned her head slightly impatiently, revealing her fair and slender neck and two delicate collarbones. Her heart was beating like a drum. She took a deep breath and showed weakness for the first time: "I'll just shout."

Fan Yanxing's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect her to compromise so quickly. He thought he would have to torture her for a while before he could get what he wanted, but this result was what he liked, so he curled his lips and said, "Go ahead and shout."

As if she had done some psychological preparation, her soft and gentle voice rang out clearly: "Yan, okay..."

Not sure if it was intentional, but when Liang Qingqing opened her mouth, her head suddenly turned over, and a pair of beautiful eyes with hooks stared at him without blinking, with stars of sunlight falling on the corners of her eyes. At that moment, the noise around them disappeared, and only his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

He turned his eyes away in a rather ruthless manner, and the strength in his hands also loosened a little, but just as this gap had just occurred, she seized the opportunity to escape from his arms, and then stood four or five steps away from the bed and smiled at him triumphantly.

Fan Yanxing was suddenly angry and laughed, and he said how could she be so obedient, it turned out that she was waiting for him here. She

also knew to stay away, it seemed that she still knew that she was wronged.

Fan Yanxing had no intention of catching her back after the soft fragrance left his arms. He half-lay on the bed, propped his arm on the pillow, supported his chin with his big palm, and tapped his fingertips on her well-defined face, as if he was recalling the soft and wonderful touch of the little hands that he had just held. There

was an indescribable sense of dignity and laziness all over his body.

Half of her long legs were hanging in the air by the bed, but he didn't care. He just slowly raised his head and looked at her silently with deep eyes.

He was good-looking, with a handsome face that shone brightly in the sun. Liang Qingqing admired him for a moment, with a cocky smile still hanging on her lips, but she suddenly bumped into his rather meaningful black pupils. Inexplicably, she sensed a hint of aggression and danger, and subconsciously took a half step back. Her smile gradually disappeared, and was replaced by guilt.

But when she thought of Fan Yanxing's bold move to knock her down, Liang Qingqing felt that she could straighten her back again, and pointed at him angrily and cursed: "You stinky hooligan, you only know how to bully me, and I haven't agreed to be with you yet." He

dared to be so presumptuous without a promise, who knows what will happen after the promise.

Thinking of this, Liang Qingqing's mind suddenly flashed with all kinds of possibilities. Two blushes could not help but climb up her cheeks, and her arrogance was mostly extinguished. She closed her eyes, secretly blaming herself for not being able to live up to expectations. How could she think about anything at this time, and still think about such an embarrassing picture...

"Well, I admit that I am a hooligan." Fan Yanxing shrugged and readily accepted the insult from Liang Qingqing, but at the same time he narrowed his eyes and looked at her quietly, which seemed particularly meaningful, "But..."

Seeing that he was halfway through his words, Liang Qingqing's heart sank, and she was very anxious, "But what? Tell me quickly."

"But if you hadn't suddenly called me brother Yanxing, I would have behaved properly." A playful smile flashed across his eyes, and Fan Yanxing frowned and sighed innocently.

Seeing this, Liang Qingqing's nervous mood was relieved. She didn't care about anything else, and rushed forward angrily and smashed her fist on him, "Fan Yanxing! You are shameless, and you have the nerve to blame me!"

The plan succeeded, Fan Yanxing curled his lips, and his originally unruly lying posture changed instantly. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms. In an instant, the situation reversed, and she fell on his legs. The distance between the two was one step closer than before.

Damn it, how did she fall into his trap!

Liang Qingqing was about to open her mouth to curse when she felt something soft against her earlobe. His breath penetrated inside her, and a murmur with a chuckle followed closely: "That's called bullying."

"..."

He had to talk to her, but he had to talk to her so close, which was obviously a deliberate teasing. Even though Liang Qingqing knew it in her heart, she was so close to a man, and her ears have always been sensitive, so her body suddenly became limp. Thanks to his hands holding her waist and back, otherwise she would definitely fall to the ground and make a fool of herself.

After a lot of trouble, Liang Qingqing's braids came undone, and the rubber band fell to the ground without making any sound. Fan Yanxing's narrow eyes were slightly bent, and he let her long hair slip into his fingers. It was particularly smooth and itchy when it passed through, as if his heart was being slid through.

He just held her like this, his bony fingers playing with her hair wantonly, and his nose was full of the pleasant smell of soap.

"I'm really angry, let me go." Liang Qingqing closed her eyes, suppressing the unknown throbbing in her heart, and her hands were on his chest. He could see the pink fingertips trembling slightly when he lowered his head slightly.

So her words really had no intimidation at all.

But Fan Yanxing still let her go, and hugged her tightly, and the girl returned to the place where she sat and drank soup at the beginning. He picked up the bowl of chicken soup again, and after the two of them "flirted", the temperature became just right.

He moved naturally, as if nothing had happened, and continued to scoop a spoonful of soup with a spoon and put it to her lips, "Don't you like it? Have two more sips?"

Liang Qingqing's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that there was such a shameless person in the world!

But no one should be wronged, not her stomach. Liang Qingqing opened her mouth angrily and drank the chicken soup. She glanced at him and snorted coldly, "This bowl is all mine."

She had bought it specifically to supplement Fan Yanxing's nutrition, but after what happened just now, she felt that he was very good and she should be the one to be supplemented. Otherwise, how could she be so weak that she was trampled like a dough in his hands! It

was simply too bullying.

Thinking of the word bullying, Liang Qingqing felt that the tip of her ears began to heat up again.

"Okay." Fan Yanxing responded quickly, as if he didn't care who the bowl of chicken soup belonged to. He fed her the chicken soup carefully without spilling a drop, which made Liang Qingqing look at him more. He was so caring?

Fan Yanxing had been paying attention to Liang Qingqing. He noticed her surprised look almost as soon as she cast her eyes at him, so he smiled and explained: "Before going to the countryside, I helped my sister take care of my nephew and niece."

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and then she was almost choked by the soup. She coughed several times before she recovered. Was he treating her like a child?

"Drink slowly, don't be in a hurry, no one will snatch it from you." He reached out and patted her back, frowning, full of worry.

But she couldn't drink the chicken soup anyway, and she was already full, so she waved her hands and shook her head and said, "I don't want to drink it anymore."

"Really?" Fan Yanxing looked at the half bowl of chicken soup left and glanced at her suspiciously.

Liang Qingqing said unhappily, "I really don't want to drink it anymore!"

Seeing that what she said was not false, Fan Yanxing took away the spoon and drank the chicken soup in one gulp. Then he stood up and stacked the lunch boxes together, "I'll go wash the dishes. You wait here for me. We'll go for a walk later."

Liang Qingqing hadn't been out of the house for a long time, and she was still excited. But she still hated Fan Yanxing for setting her up just now, so she didn't show any emotion on her face. She just nodded coldly and jumped happily on the spot until he walked out of the ward.

Fan Yanxing, who had not walked far, saw this scene through the crack of the door, and the smile on his lips deepened a lot.

The road was wet after the rain, and you had to be careful to avoid puddles to keep your cloth shoes clean, but the freshness in the air made people ignore this embarrassment.

Liang Qingqing placed her hands on the railing, stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance. Her long hair was blown by the breeze, disrupting her vision a little. She reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears and squinted her eyes to feel the refreshing coolness.

Fan Yanxing stood beside her. He was tidying up the handkerchief that had just brushed against the railing. His eyes fell directly on her. Seeing that half of her body was leaning out, he quickly pulled her back and said in fear, "Be careful."

"I know, I know." Liang Qingqing replied perfunctorily, but she took a half step back and then waved her hand indifferently, "Aren't you here?"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Fan Yanxing almost couldn't suppress his anger, but before he could say the truth, he was interrupted by the second half of her sentence.

In the end, he just sighed and helplessly supported his forehead. She always had a way to control him.

The hospital is four stories high and is one of the few tall buildings in the county. From here, you can see the whole picture of the neighborhood. There are tall trees among the gray low houses. Although it is green, it is wilted. Many people on the street even took advantage of the clear weather to drag away the broken branches to avoid hindering their travel.

Liang Qingqing caught a young man and woman sneaking into the alley not far away. Smelling the smell of gossip, she stretched her neck curiously and patted Fan Yanxing's arm: "Look, little couple."

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing looked in the direction she pointed with a lack of interest and saw two heads put together.

He had no interest in other people's affairs. He turned his gaze to her. Her small face was the size of a palm. Her lips were curled up. Her dimples were shallow, which made her red lips and white teeth more prominent. Two strands of hair fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of seductive charm. Her smart and cunning eyes sparkled.

Well, she is still better looking.

After watching for a while, she suddenly turned her head to look at him. Without saying anything, she looked him up and down. Her beautiful eyes narrowed. Seeing this, Fan Yanxing's heart skipped a beat. A bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, the next second she tilted her head and said with a smile: "Chu Qi said that there are many alleys in Beijing. Fan Zhiqing, have you ever been into any of them with a female comrade?"

This "enter" is not the same as that "enter". If he doesn't even have this level of insight, then he has lived in vain for twenty-one years.

"No." To answer such a question, one must be quick, accurate and ruthless, otherwise people will say that he must have something to hide, so he hesitated.

But who knew that Liang Qingqing didn't play by the rules at all. She laughed and looked at him with a look that was not friendly: "Answering so quickly, are you feeling guilty?"