shallow to deep

Curved crescent leaves hang interlaced, the sky is full of stars, and occasionally the wind blows, making the shadows sway left and right, the goose-yellow street lamps are cast from a high place, casting vague light, and occasionally three or two people pass by and send a message. There were a few frolics.

Ai Qian propped her head on the table, leaning lazily, holding a carbon pen in the other hand, tapping the tip of the pen down on the table without rhythm.

She looked into the distance and seemed to be thinking about something, but suddenly she sat upright, then stretched her waist, and glanced at the clock on the wall beside her.

It's twelve o'clock.

She wilted again, put the pen on top of her upper lip, raised her lip, and sniffed hard, the pen rested there firmly.

Why hasn't Qin Zishuang come back yet?

Bored, she put down the pen again and threw it into the pen holder.

Then her eyes lit up, and she could see a car driving outside the guardrail of the community in the distance, but it was not the one that took her there tonight.

The car stopped steadily at the door, the driver's door opened first, a man came out in a hurry, and walked towards the co-pilot's seat, but before he could get there, the door was also opened, Qin Zishuang walked out.

In addition to her own clothes, she also wore a coat.

She took off her coat and nodded to the other party. The other party seemed to come forward to help her, but she pushed her back together with the coat.

Qin Zishuang said something, waved to him and walked towards the gate.

Ai Qian stood up suddenly, walked over in her slippers, opened the door of the room, then ran back, opened the book in front of her, put a pen in her hand again, and looked down at the book.

Sure enough, only 2 minutes later, there was a sound at the door. She heard high heels stepping a few times, then disappeared, and the door was closed.

There were no male voices.

Ai Qian pursed her lips and lowered her head a little.

"Shallow."

There was a sudden call from outside, and Ai Qian paused after hearing it. The voice sounded very soft, soft, and a little erratic.

Qin Zishuang called her by her nickname.

She hurriedly put down the pen, moved the stool and turned around to go out, only to see that Qin Zishuang had walked in and was sitting lazily on the sofa, his long hair covering his face a bit, and since Ai Qian came out, his eyes had been falling on on him.

She leaned slightly, looked at Ai Qian who was standing in pajamas in front of her, smiled, tilted her head coquettishly, and whispered, "I haven't slept yet."

After hearing this, Ai Qian moved closer and sniffed, "You've been drinking."

Qin Zishuang lowered his eyebrows and nodded: "Drink some."

After speaking, she sat up suddenly, then pulled out a box from under the coffee table, put it on the coffee table, and said to Ai Qian, "Come on, open it."

When did this box appear there?Ai Qian was a little puzzled, why didn't she find it when she was doing homework there tonight.

She walked over, bent down and untied the butterfly ribbon on the box first, then picked up the cover, it was a piece of clothing.

She pinched the shoulders of the clothes and picked up the clothes. The light blue dress had a puff at the end and a small circle of decorations visible on the cuffs. It looked simple and elegant.

Ai Qian lowered her skirt a bit and looked at Qin Zishuang. Seeing her crooked eyebrows, she smiled lightly and said, "For you, do you like it?"

She paused after hearing this, and raised her eyebrows, but she was a little angry, and said vaguely: "It's already past 12 o'clock."

Qin Zishuang: "En?"

12 o'clock.She looked at Ai Qian and suddenly understood.

"Yesterday was your birthday?"

Ai Qian was taken aback, she didn't know.

She gritted her teeth, stomped her feet subconsciously, a little embarrassed, with a high tone, and said with a pursed mouth: "No, no, I don't have a birthday."

Qin Zishuang let out a low laugh after hearing this, put one hand on the sofa, pulled the corner of the skirt that was shaking in front of him a few times, and pulled Ai Qian over a little, and said softly: "Okay, don't be angry anymore, next year's birthday I must remember."

Ai Qian turned her head and didn't look at her.

Qin Zishuang laughed again, he was still a child.

She grabbed the corner of the skirt and did not put it down, and pulled it a few more times, with sparkling eyes, she opened her eyes and looked at her: "Qianqian, go and change the skirt for me to see."

Ai Qian felt that she was very disappointing. She was obviously angry just now, so why did she change her skirt when she was so obedient.

She stood in front of the mirror and glanced left and right. However, this dress was really pretty, but if it wasn't her birthday, why did Qin Zishuang give her something?

Ai Qian shook her head.

When he came out again, Qin Zishuang was still sitting there, not even changing his posture, very lazy, with his eyes closed now.

Ai Qian quietly walked in front of her, she seemed to have sensed it, opened her eyes, and glanced from top to bottom.

Smiling, stretched out his index finger, and drew a circle in the air, Qin Zishuang said: "Turn around and let me see."

Ai Qian turned around obediently.

After all, this dress was not her usual style. A student in school uniform would definitely look a little more impressive if she changed her clothes. In addition, her disheveled hair and not many flat bangs set off her appearance, which made her look a lot more ladylike.

but.

"What's the shortcoming?"

Qin Zishuang thought for a while, pointed in one direction and said, "Go and take out the pair of shoes you picked out at night."

Ai Qian said oh, followed her words, went to the cloakroom and took out the pair of high heels, put them on the ground, and changed them under Qin Zishuang's instructions.

She didn't wear it, she was a little unstable, and finally stopped after shaking a few times.

"It's looking good." Qin Zishuang blinked his eyes in satisfaction and said, "My eyesight is not bad."

Ai Qian paused, then pursed her mouth, and said helplessly, "Can't you just praise me along the way?"

She is so busy.

Qin Zishuang smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a belt around her waist, pulled it a little hard, and wanted to bring Ai Qian over, but he didn't expect her to be unsteady, twisted her foot, and rushed over. Put Qin Zishuang under his body.

Ai Qian leaned on Qin Zishuang's arms with both hands propped on the back of the sofa. The distance between the two of them was a little too close, so that the smell of wine on her body kept coming.

A little embarrassed, Ai Qian blushed a little, she tried to remember, but Qin Zishuang put his arms around her waist, pulled her again, she managed to get up a little, but was pulled down again.

Ai Qian swallowed, and the two looked at each other.

Qin Zishuang smiled at her, breathing directly on her face, then picked it up with one hand, raised his thumb to touch his lips, the red color on his lips immediately imprinted on his finger, and she changed the direction of her thumb , pressed up on Ai Qian's lips, and gently wiped on her lower lip.

"Sip."

Ai Qian was dumbfounded throughout the whole process, this sentence sent her back to the world, she pursed her lips obediently.

"Sip again, harder."

Ai Qian took a sip mechanically.

Qin Zi curled his lips into a smile, raised his gaze, and fiddled with her bangs a few times, then patted her face, and said softly, "Get up, let me have a look."

Ai Qian immediately stood up, trying to stabilize herself, stepped back a few steps and stood in front of Qin Zishuang.

Qin Zishuang just smiled, crossed his legs, looked at her slowly, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, and put his index finger to his lips, "It looks good."

Ai Qian paused, then lowered her head and smiled, feeling a strange emotion in her heart.

She suddenly thought of something, bent slightly and pinched the corner of her skirt, put one leg behind her, bent her knees, nodded to Qin Zi, and thanked Qin Zi in a polite manner.

Qin Zishuang laughed, and his index finger slid down casually to the neck, as if he suddenly thought of something, he gave a nasal acknowledgment, then sat up straight and brushed his hair back.

"Qianqian, help me take this off."

After speaking, she lowered her head.

Ai Qian responded and walked crookedly to sit behind her, only to see a necklace hanging around her neck.

She found the buckle and pressed it, took it off and put it in her hand, reached out to Qin Zishuang, and handed it to her.

Qin Zishuang didn't take it immediately, but took Ai Qian's hand directly.

The temperature of the two hands is different, Qin Zishuang frowned slightly, and sighed softly: "Hands are so cold."

Ai Qian didn't reply, just opened her hand, poured the necklace in her palm onto her hand, and then withdrew her hand.

Qin Zishuang glanced at the things in his hands, threw them on the table indifferently, rubbed his hair, leaned back with his eyes closed, waved his hands behind him, and spoke weaker.

Qin Zishuang: "Go and rest, I'm a little drunk after drinking, don't worry about me."

Ai Qian sighed, took off her shoes, and ran back to the room immediately.

After the door closed, Ai Qian immediately took off her clothes and put on her pajamas. She felt her heart beating abnormally.

Finished the skirt, put it on the hanger and put it in the hanger, reached out to touch it, pursed her lips and laughed.

After closing the wardrobe, Ai Qian let out a big breath, glanced at the door, walked over again, opened it carefully, and glanced at the sofa.

The ceiling light was still on, and Qin Zishuang had changed from sitting to lying on the sofa. Ai Qian pursed her lips, bit her lower lip and opened the door, but instead of going in her direction, she went to the kitchen.

Qin Zishuang really fell asleep on the sofa. She was a little tired tonight, and she was overwhelmed by all kinds of entertainment, and she had to deal with some unexpected peach blossoms.

She turned over and suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder.

Opening his eyes, he vaguely saw a person in front of him, kneeling on the ground and looking at her with a cup in his hand.

Qin Zishuang squeezed his brows and sat up. Ai Qian followed her gaze up, raised the cup up, and said, "Drink some honey water, finish it."

The other party said kindly, took the cup, but really obediently finished the cup and returned it to Ai Qian.

Ai Qian took it with satisfaction, put the quilt on the coffee table, hooked Qin Zishuang's wrist, and asked, "Would you help me go back to your room to sleep?"

Qin Zishuang took a look at her and hummed.

Ai Qian helped her lie on the bed, squatted down to take off her slippers, helped her up, covered her with the quilt, tucked her in and shook her head: "I really don't know what to do when you are alone."

Qin Zishuang looked like being served, let out a laugh from his nose, put his chin into the quilt, and said lightly: "Isn't there you?"

Ai Qian shook her head, checked it, and turned off the light, "I'm leaving, good night."

She tiptoed out, and the moment the door closed with a click, Qin Zishuang turned on the light again.

In fact, she wasn't that drunk, she was just a little confused, but she didn't expect Ai Qian to really take care of her.

Shaking her head, she lifted the quilt and stood up again, walking towards the bathroom.