Fang Mingxiao looked at Jiang Yanqing's wandering eyes and knew she was lying, but he didn't expose her. He asked, "You haven't slept either?"
The two of them sat on the sofa in the small living room. It was a leather sofa that Jiang Yanqing took out from the space. It was soft and comfortable, and people sank into it as soon as they sat down.
I don’t know if the two of them were unconsciously close, but as soon as they sat on the sofa, they leaned against each other, so close that they could feel each other’s hot breath.
Jiang Yanqing raised an eyebrow and explained, "I miss you so much that I can't sleep."
Fang Mingxiao's breath stagnated. Jiang Yanqing used to be like a rock, and no matter how he flirted with her, he couldn't move her.
Now that they are sure of their feelings, she has become more and more bold, teasing him at every turn.
"Qingqing, I am a man."
"No, you're not."
"Hmm?" A dangerous voice approached.
Jiang Yanqing shrank back, "You're only sixteen this year, not yet an adult, and you can't get married."
Fang Mingxiao curled his lips slightly, the danger in his expression not diminishing at all. "Eighteen years old, in the countryside, you'd be a father by that age. That's enough."
Jiang Yanqing is not so easy to fool. She curled her lips and said, "Then you go and be the one."
But, on the surface, she still had to play dumb. Jiang Yanqing blinked her big round eyes and asked innocently, "What's okay?"
Fang Mingxiao was so angry at Jiang Yanqing that he laughed. The low laughter vibrated in his chest, causing Jiang Yanqing's body to sway slightly.
Jiang Yanqing nudged Fang Mingxiao's shoulder, pushing him a little further away from her, and asked, "Fang Mingxiao, I'm asking you, what exactly is okay?"
Listening to the soft and gentle voice of the little girl beside him, Fang Mingxiao felt his blood begin to boil. Fortunately, it was raining tonight, which extinguished some of the heat, otherwise...
Fang Mingxiao extended a slender index finger and gently lifted Jiang Yanqing's chin, making her look at him. He asked in a low voice, "Qingqing, are you sure you want to know?"
There was an ambiguous light flickering in his eyes, and Jiang Yanqing's intuition told him not to ask any more questions, so he shook his head and said, "I don't want to know."
Fang Mingxiao sighed in disappointment, and the tip of his thumb gently stroked Jiang Yanqing's rosy lips, which were particularly red and plump because of the kiss just now.
Holding her in his arms again, Fang Mingxiao rested his chin on Jiang Yanqing's shoulder, sighed slightly, and said with some regret, "Qingqing, when is your birthday?"
Jiang Yanqing replied, confused, "December 20th."
The two hugged each other quietly for a while. Fang Mingxiao felt his back tighten, and he grabbed Jiang Yanqing's hand and said with a smile, "Qingqing, what are you doing?"
"Hmm? I'm tickling you." Jiang Yanqing tilted her head and absolutely refused to admit that she was touching you randomly.
Fang Mingxiao raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm not itchy."
Jiang Yanqing frowned and withdrew her hand with some regret, "Okay, I've finished tickling you, you must not be itchy anymore."
Fang Mingxiao: ...Who did my little girl learn the ability to lie with open eyes from?
The two chatted for a while, and Jiang Yanqing yawned several times in a row. She felt sleepy, and she had to get up early to rush back to the county town tomorrow.
Fang Mingxiao sent the person to the bed, watched Jiang Yanqing lie down, covered herself with a thin quilt, leaned over and kissed Jiang Yanqing on the forehead, then turned and left the room, closed the door and went downstairs.
After everyone left, Jiang Yanqing covered herself with the quilt and laughed softly. It turned out that teasing a little puppy was so fun.
Jiang Yanqing slept well that night, but Fang Mingxiao had a hard time. He had a dramatic dream for half the night. The next morning, he suddenly woke up from the bed and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
A flash of annoyance crossed his face, and Fang Mingxiao got up and went into the bathroom. It took him a long time to come out with clean underwear, and he happened to meet Jiang Yanqing who was coming downstairs.
Jiang Yanqing glanced at the underwear in Fang Mingxiao's hand, revealing a knowing smile. Her eyes flickered over a certain special part of someone's body. She walked over and patted Fang Mingxiao's shoulder, saying comfortingly, "Young people are full of vigor and vitality. I understand."
"Jiang...Yan...Qing." A gritting voice came from behind. Jiang Yanqing quickened her pace, hurried out of the yard, went to the pharmacy and closed the door.
Fang Mingxiao watched the girl's back as she walked away, smiling helplessly yet indulgently and shaking his head. No matter how naughty his little girl was, what could he do? He just spoiled her.
However, after recalling the fragments in the dream, Fang Mingxiao couldn't help blushing. The self in the dream was too presumptuous towards Qingqing.
Alas, considering your age, it will take several years before you can eat this piece of meat, so you have to wait.
As a doctor, Fang Mingxiao has never thought about getting married too early, even though he sometimes has that impulse.
Nothing is more important than the health of a loved one. Thinking of this, Fang Mingxiao's irritability that had accumulated throughout the night dissipated little by little.
Breakfast was made by Sister Ahua. She came to stay here and always wanted to do something within her ability.
The three of them had breakfast, and Fang Mingxiao sent them to the station before going about his own business.
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