Become the favorite of the sickly lady

"Myolie, come in."

"Hey miss, what's the matter?"

"Qian'er is tired of taking care of me these few days, please stay with me today and let Qian'er go to rest first."

"Okay, miss."

In the clear and clear afternoon, Fang Fei, who quickly changed back into her original clothes, stood five steps away from Lin Qian, standing tall and graceful. She spoke softly, and the redness on her face had almost receded, but her eyes never looked at Lin Qian.

Xing'er, who had long been used to Lin Qian guarding Fang Fei, responded obediently and looked at the two from the corner of her eye. When she was sure that Fang Fei hadn't looked over, she gently tugged on Lin Qian's clothes, and silently asked what happened. What's up.

Lin Qian, who was obviously disgusted, moved her eyes away from Fang Fei, tried her best to suppress the joy and sweetness in her heart, and covered her lips with her hand pretending to be sleepy, and yawned, covering the corner of her mouth that was always raised:

"Thank you for your understanding, miss, I'm really tired these few days, Qian'er just wants to go to sleep and recover her strength.

Myolie, I have worked hard for you today. "

"Sister Lin Qian, if you're tired, take a good rest."

Although she was usually used to rough lines, Xing'er couldn't help but look at Fang Fei and then at Lin Qian when she was talking back like this. She still noticed the strangeness between the two, and there was still suspicion in her eyes.

"Miss, Qian'er will leave first."

"Ah."

During the serious questioning and answering between the two, Lin Qian patted Xing'er's wrist lightly. She walked briskly and walked forward without looking back. Her attitude was extremely crisp.

Fang Fei had already picked up a book and started to read, and the atmosphere between the two was calm.

"Xing'er, Qian'er is gone, help me get a cup of tea."

In the quiet room, Xing'er, who was completely confused, listened to Fang Fei's gentle words, and responded crisply, and finally decided not to think about this troublesome question, and neatly poured warm tea for Fang Fei to the front:

"Miss, you want tea."

"Ah."

Fang Fei responded gently, and took a small sip. Seeing that Xing'er quickly took it and put it away, she smiled lightly, and Xing'er couldn't help laughing, her eyebrows and eyes were full of clarity, as always.

Fang Fei finally relaxed her hand holding the scroll. If she looked closely, she could see that there were slight wrinkles on the originally ironed pages, and the pages had not been turned for a long time.

"Miss, it's getting late, why don't you rest for a while?"

"Ah."

"Miss, Xing'er is waiting by the side, call Xing'er whenever you need something."

"understood."

When the curtain was drawn, Fang Fei lay on the bed according to the words, closed her eyes to rest, and the room quickly became quiet, Fang Fei with her eyes closed turned over inadvertently, sleeping with her back to Xing'er. with.

After a breath, Fang Fei, who was breathing long, inadvertently raised her right hand and touched her cheek inadvertently.

Just a few inadvertently, Fang Fei's tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, and in the slightly dim light, her extremely fair face lined with loose black hair began to blush slowly.

Xing'er, who was a little tired from making the wedding dress recently, lined her face with one hand, opened and closed her eyes, and finally fell asleep drowsily while sitting at the desk.

"But Qian'er is used to it, and she doesn't get angry at all when the interest is charged."

In the quiet room, it seems that there is always such a sentence, with a little bit of feigned grievance and smiling words, which are played back infinitely.

So much so that the warm and soft touch on that face always recedes after repeated touches.

The flushed face became more and more red, until finally it was as bright as a peach blossom in full bloom.

Fang Fei, who had kept her eyes tightly closed all this time, finally opened them quietly, those eyes were watery and full of spring.

The fingers that inadvertently touched the face were trembling slightly along a certain arc.

The end is infinitely ashamed!

***

"Qian'er, you...how can you do this?"

"Because this is the interest Qian'er received."

"But interest . . . interest isn't supposed to be like this."

"What would that be like?

Could it be that what Miss wants is..."

Quietly, sleeping soundly, Lin Qian quickly opened her eyes with a "snap", and looked around guiltily, and found that she was honestly staying in the room alone, and couldn't help but Take a long breath.

Once he relaxed, the dream just now appeared clearly in front of his eyes again.

Lin Qian uttered a short "Ah", half sat up and quickly buried her head in it. A few minutes later, in such a twisted posture, she raised a blushing face, "Hey hey hey " laughed softly, like a successful cat.