Her charming and delicate lips opened and closed, as if she was out of the matter: "Baby, your bed is so big, is it because you have grown up that you need to sleep in such a big bed?"
Gu Qingxu pursed his thin lips and looked at her without saying a word, but he did not move his eyes away, staring at her intently. When he looked at her from a close distance, she was even more beautiful and he could see every inch of her clearly.
She acted as if she didn't care: "How convenient."
The bed is huge...what's the convenience?
Gu Qingxu felt like she was about to burst into steam, but she still moved closer to him without knowing the consequences, and pressed her cheek against his broad upper arm: "Gu Qingxu, you have a great figure."
"Yeah."
"yes."
"Where doesn't it hurt?"
"What's wrong?"
"Let me touch where it doesn't hurt."
"My left shoulder hurts." He tried to suppress the rising heat.
"Oh, so you can touch anywhere, right?"
“No…not really.”
"Why, do you have pain somewhere else?"
She suddenly moved, crawling on top of him, her hands and feet like a fox on all fours, her elbows and knees pressed on the bed beside him, and asked curiously:
"How does it hurt? Is it bloating?"
Gu Qingxu felt like his whole body was on fire, even though she was just lying on him with a smile on her eyes and did nothing else.
But he felt that she had seen everything, and he was exposed in front of her as if he was not covered with a blanket.
He unconsciously closed his legs: "No."
Daytime sleep became even more curious: "Isn't it a bloating pain? What kind of pain does it feel like?"
Her eyelashes were so long that they seemed to bend into people's hearts. Her big eyes were blinking, and she seemed sincere and genuinely curious, not out of any other purpose, but her words were as dirty as a sewer.
Gu Qingxu swallowed, and his obviously protruding Adam's apple swam in her peripheral vision, like a fish, swimming down and then back.
"Can we discuss something else?"
"What are you talking about? Your house is so boring, your books are so boring, you don't even have a dog, what can I talk to you about?"
Her long hair fell onto his chest. "Want to talk about life?"
But Zhou Meng's thoughts were never so pure, so Gu Qingxu probed: "Could it be that you want to talk to a stranger?"
"Baby, why are you thinking this wrongly? You are so pure, how could I possibly talk to you about such a topic?"
She sat gently on his waist and leaned over to look at him: "No."
Gu Qingxu: "..."
"Your air conditioner is so hot." She murmured as if to herself.
He responded gently, "Then I'll adjust it down."
"No, I'll take one off."
Without waiting for Gu Qingxu to react, she took off her shirt.
She wore a milky green suspender dress with thin straps hanging on her shoulders. The soft curves of her chest were firm but not too puffy, but rather full and beautiful, revealing a little arc.
She pulled Gu Qingxu's hand and placed it on her waist, letting Gu Qingxu's slender and straight hand hold her waist, just right, with his index finger pressing on the concave waist.
Zhu Mian felt that Gu Qingxu's gaze on her was about to catch fire, but she looked at him quietly without saying a word.
There was no indication of the next step.
He pressed her waist down, and she lay on him. He held her in his arms, kissed her lips fiercely and lingeringly, and pried open her teeth intimately.
It was strange that even at this moment she felt that he was very gentle. That kind of gentleness was like the fine and dense spring breeze that penetrated into the bones and could make people feel weak and limp.
There was a table lamp with an irregular glass lampshade in the bedroom, and the light shadows on the ceiling were mottled with dark patterns. The shallow breathing sounds chased each other back and forth.
She crawled back into the quilt and climbed off him to her original position.
She spoke with a sense of satisfaction, as if her muscles were loose and she was about to fall asleep. "Your bathroom even has women's shower gel, shampoo, skii, and black bandages. When you walked in, there were even women's slippers. Baby, you're not hiding someone behind my back, are you?"
"I made a list today and asked my assistant to buy it for me." He answered honestly.
Her eyes were half open. “Such a complete range of products?”
"I did some last-minute homework, is it still appropriate?"
She said indifferently: "It's suitable, but I won't come this time. It seems a bit wasteful."
He suddenly fell from a high altitude and couldn't help but feel disappointed: "Will you not come again in the future?"
"It depends on the situation." She was so sleepy that she wanted to sleep.
"Are those ones bad? If not, I'll buy some more."
Seeing him actually say such a thing, Zhuomian laughed out loud.
She took the phone and said, "I want to send a message to Shi Wang to check on him. Don't say I didn't tell you."
His heart suddenly sank to the bottom. Sure enough, it was because of Shi Wang: "Mianmian, can't you just publish it?"
She turned her back to him and completely exposed her phone screen in front of him: "No."
Even if Gu Qingxu didn't want to, he would never interfere with her choice.
But it was heartbreaking. She was already lying in her own bed, but she was still messaging another man.
When Zhuomian opened Shiwang's chat box, she saw a bunch of messages that Shiwang had sent her today, but she hadn't replied yet.
The last sentence is, do you like me even a little bit?
Gu Qingxu felt heartbroken, thinking that maybe she still liked him a little. Otherwise, she wouldn't have reached this point and still wanted to send him a message to show her concern for him.
The next second, she sent out an emoticon.
The emoticon features a speechless panda head with the caption: "Are you mentally ill or having a menstrual problem?"
Gu Qingxu: “?”
However, the next second my mood was like a blooming flower, with huge buds unfolding and swaying proudly in the wind.
Xiaomian turned around and casually threw his phone to the other side of the bed: "Sleep."
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