Chapter 27 Tonight, blushing and heartbeating!



Chapter 27 Tonight, blushing and heartbeating!

Originally, it was quite strange that Song Qingyao was standing at his door so late at night.

She also suddenly gave him something, which surprised him even more.

He took a big step back quickly to avoid the pair of wrist guards.

Song Qingyao’s face turned pale.

She also didn't expect that the first time in her life that she gave something handmade by a man as a gift, she would be rejected.

She bit her lower lip helplessly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and were instantly stained with crystal clear tears.

"Brother Lu, don't you like this wristband? I knitted it myself."

Since she had knitted it herself, he couldn't accept it.

Lu Jinyan took another step back, his handsome face, as if carved by an axe, was full of coldness and indifference, "Song Qingyao, we are not familiar with each other, there is no need for you to give me anything."

"Don't do this again!"

Not quite familiar?

Song Qingyao's tears rolled down.

They grew up together, childhood sweethearts, and she could never imagine that he would actually say that they were not familiar with each other!

What on earth did he think of her, Song Qingyao?

Song Qingyao is recognized as the flower of the compound.

She was used to the men around her chasing her and praising her, and she really couldn't stand this kind of grievance.

However, among so many young talents in the compound, the only one she liked was Lu Jinyan, and she was still unwilling to give up.

She remembered that she had heard from her friend that the subtle physical contact between men and women can make each other's heart beat fast.

She gritted her teeth and fell directly into Lu Jinyan's arms.

Lu Jinyan is a man.

If he had any sympathy for women, he would have hugged her.

She was sure he wouldn't just watch her fall to the ground.

Lu Jinyan's reaction once again surprised her.

He actually turned his body to the side and watched her fall to the ground with an expressionless face!

"Brother, what happened? Why did Yaoyao fall down?"

Lu Shaoyou happened to go upstairs and saw this scene. He couldn't help but let out a cry of admiration.

"Maybe one side of her brain got water in it, and her body lost balance, so she fell. You take her back!"

Lu Jinyan opened the door with a dark face, and then closed it tightly after entering. It was obvious that he had no intention of helping Song Qingyao up from the ground.

Song Qingyao is particularly good at fake crying.

This time, she shed tears with rare genuine emotion.

She couldn't even imagine that, with their intense feelings for each other, he would actually say that she had a problem with her brain!

"Is Yaoyao's brain filled with water? Which part of her brain is filled with water?"

But Lu Shaoyou scratched his hair with an innocent look on his face, "Yaoyao, you fell on such a flat ground, it seems that there is something wrong with your brain."

"Do you want me to talk to Aunt Qin and ask her to check you out or take you to the hospital?"

She has a problem with her brain...

Song Qingyao was so humiliated that she almost went crazy.

She gritted her teeth fiercely, got up from the ground, and pushed Lu Shaoyou hard, "Don't mind your own business!"

After saying that, she covered her face and rushed downstairs crying.

Lu Shaoyou, "..."

She got angry at him for no apparent reason...

Who did he offend?

She has a mental problem. Shouldn't she go to the hospital?

Big brother is right, she really is crazy and there is no cure!

Lu Shaoyou originally showed some concern for her out of the fact that they saw each other every day. Since she didn't appreciate it, he didn't bother to worry about it.

He just went to Song Tang to ask for the manuscript of the latest chapter of "Heroes' Chronicles".

Thinking that he would soon be able to see the long-awaited final battle at Yunding Mountain, he hummed a little tune happily and returned to his room...

——

Song Tang felt that Lu Shaoyou was simply a walking list of 100,000 whys.

He has been chasing her to ask about the plot recently.

She had to spend a lot of time and effort to finally get him sent away.

She felt that telling him stories was even more tiring than raising her own child.

After leaning against the door and taking a few deep breaths, Song Tang slowly calmed down and planned to take a shower while hanging the clothes on the window.

Xiaoyi is not here!

The Lu and Song families lived in the same yard. Song Tang was embarrassed to hang his underwear in the yard, so he hung them by the window.

The wind was particularly strong today, and she suspected that Xiaoyi was blown into the yard.

She leaned over to the window, wanting to take a closer look at where Xiaoyi had fallen in the yard. When she raised her head, she noticed that her Xiaoyi was entangled in the pen holder on Lu Jinyan's desk opposite!

Yes, Lu Jinyan’s room is right opposite her room.

Their windows are basically facing each other.

But she still couldn't believe it, it was such a coincidence that her little clothes were blown into his room by the strong wind!

He had always thought that she liked to seduce people, and if he saw her in his room, he didn't know what he would think!

Song Tang was so embarrassed that she wanted to fly to his room and take her clothes back.

But she can't fly.

She was shy and too embarrassed to go to the door to ask for it.

She could only close the window silently and pretend nothing had happened.

After all, it was the wind that blew it away, what does it have to do with her?

She had gotten used to the fact that he hated her in reality, so it didn't matter if he hated her a little more.

Anyway, the person she cared about was Lu Jinyan, the one she corresponded with, her confidant, not this bastard in real life.

Moreover, he had never seen her wearing this dress, so he certainly didn't know who it belonged to. He wouldn't necessarily hate her more because of this dress.

She just felt particularly distressed.

The clothes that Zhang Qiaohui made for her were really comfortable to wear.

It was pure hand-embroidery and much more comfortable to wear than the brand-name underwear she wore in her previous life.

Zhang Qiaohui only made two pieces for her in total. Throwing one away would be like cutting off her heart, it really hurts!

——

Tomorrow is the weekend and Lu Jinyan has a day off.

Chief Lu insisted that he stay at his house tonight, so he had to go back to the dormitory early tomorrow morning.

After locking Song Qingyao outside the door, he was about to close the curtains and change his clothes to take a shower when he saw a bright red bellyband wrapped around the pen holder on his desk!

He recognized it at a glance. This was the small dress that Song Tang wore at the health station last time!

When he saw this piece of clothing, many images that he shouldn’t have thought of rushed into his mind.

He looked away with a grim face and couldn't help but spit in his heart.

Seductive!

But he couldn't just let this piece of clothing stay tangled around his pen holder forever...

When Lu Jinyan raised his head, he saw the closed window of Song Tang's room.

The windows of the two rooms were facing each other.

She must have hung the clothes by the window, and it was windy today, so the clothes were blown into his room.

He withdrew his gaze and quickly wanted to return the dress to her.

His hand fell on Xiaoyi, but it was as if he had grabbed a hot potato.

Before he took Xiaoyi off the pen holder, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and with red ears, he closed the curtains.

Really, he had never touched such private clothes of the opposite sex.

He is a grown man, and if he touches a bright red shirt embroidered with crabapple flowers, he will feel like a pervert.

There is also a particularly strong feeling of guilt as if you were a thief.

He also realized that he couldn't return the dress to Song Tang.

He returned it to her, and she thought that she didn't know what he would think after seeing her underwear.

If he is hit by someone again, he will never be able to wash himself clean even if he jumps into the Yellow River.

After letting out a bit of cold air with a sullen face, he still pulled the small clothes off the pen holder and threw it into the trash can!

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