shallow to deep

Ai Qian finished washing the sheets, washed the sheets, washed the sheets, and washed the trousers. After washing the trousers, she realized that she really had nothing to wash, so she stared blankly at the hanger on the balcony.

She still remembered here, she and Qin Zishuang met here a few months ago, they were not very close at that time, and she hated herself very much.

When did the entanglement start?

When did she want to rely on her?

not understand.

Ai Qian sighed deeply, mustered up her courage, rubbed her hands and turned her head.

She turned off all the lights and dawdled with everything she could do before she went to Qin Zishuang's room and knocked on the door.

A sound came in from inside, and her heart skipped a beat.

She comforted herself that it was just two women sleeping together, it was no big deal, and after that, she opened the door.

Qin Zishuang did not sleep, but leaned against the bed slightly, holding a book in his hand, the bedside lamp was dimly turned on, so he could see the road ahead clearly, when she came in, Qin Zishuang raised his eyes and looked at her , bowed his head again, and turned a page.

Ai Qian licked her lower lip, walked over, looked at the person sitting in the middle and asked, "Where should I lie?"

Qin Zishuang didn't look up, but put the book away, moved it to the right symbolically, and said, "Aren't you used to sleeping on the left side?"

In fact, the bed is very big, she doesn't move, it is enough for Ai Qian to lie on the left side, but how does she know that she is used to the left side?

She walked over quietly, lifted a corner of the quilt, dragged on her slippers, and lay down on the side of the bed.

Ai Qian wondered if Qin Zishuang could feel the collapse of the bedside.

"Aren't you afraid of falling?"

Ai Qian turned her back to Qin Zishuang, and suddenly heard her say this lightly.

She swallowed, propped up the quilt a little bit, and leaned in a little bit, but she seemed to be afraid of being taught a lesson, so she went in a little bit more.

Go a little further in.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll fall?"

Ai Qian stopped suddenly, stuck out her tongue and turned over a little, only to find that she was very close to Qin Zishuang when she was lying on her back. Although Qin Zishuang was still far away from the bed, Ai Qian also laughed because of this joke.

The atmosphere has stabilized a lot.

She felt that the ground was a little tight, so she moved a little closer to her, but Qin Zishuang was like a magnet, which made her reluctant to leave.

So, she moved a little closer to Qin Zishuang again.

"I really don't know what you're doing."

Qin Zishuang came with a laughing tone, Ai Qian raised her eyes to meet hers, and then smiled at her with her mouth open.

It seems to be moving around, which is really inexplicable.

Qin Zishuang's unique aura floated over, and Ai Qian saw her leaning over slightly, turning off the lights, and the room became dark immediately, and her unadapted pupils couldn't see anything clearly, so she could only perceive everything with other senses.

She felt that Qin Zishuang had already lay down beside her, and their arms touched each other. Because of the sleeveless pajamas Qin Zishuang was wearing, Ai Qian seemed to be able to touch her skin through the fabric of her clothes.

A little hot.

She coughed and asked abruptly, "Sister Zishuang, do you use perfume?"

Qin Zishuang gave a compliment, and replied in a low voice. "Occasionally."

After saying this, Ai Qian felt that Qin Zishuang seemed to move, and because of her small movements, her soft hair was floating on her neck, making it itchy.

Also very nervous.

She swallowed her saliva and asked, "What, what kind of perfume is it?"

She heard Qin Zishuang laugh, and repeated her words mockingly: "Taste."

"Ah." Ai Qian realized that she had said the wrong thing, and immediately changed her words: "It's the smell, the smell." In the dark, she stuck out her tongue.

"I don't use it often, it has a very light floral fragrance, but you can smell it."

Ai Qian laughed twice, raised her hand, pinched her hair around her neck in her hands, let it go, then wrapped it around her fingers, loosened it after a few laps, then wrapped it up again, but it was about to loosen Suddenly, her hand was held.

Ai Qian took a breath.

"Hands are really cold." Qin Zishuang sighed, then took her hand and put it under the quilt, still holding it, turned sideways along the way, took the other hand, hugged her hands and rubbed them together Rubbing, horizontal in the middle of two people.

Ai Qian didn't speak anymore, she bit her lower lip and tried to hold the heart away from her hand as much as possible, so that she wouldn't find out that her heartbeat was arrhythmia.

"Does your stomach hurt?"

"Ah?" Ai Qian was stunned for a moment, then said again, the words wrapped around her mouth, and said, "It hurts a bit."

Qin Zi gave a double grace, moved closer to her, and left one of her hands free, placed it on her lower abdomen, and rubbed it gently.

Ai Qian felt a sudden gust of air, and used her lower abdomen as a stimulant to scurry around.

"When a girl is on her period, she should take care of herself." Speaking of this, Qin Zishuang sighed a little annoyed, and the breath was directly applied to Ai Qian's shoulders, which was stronger than the feeling in her hair just now.

She said, "You shouldn't have been asked to wash the quilt just now."

Ai Qian moved and explained: "I washed it with hot water."

Qin Zishuang grabbed her restless hands and still pressed them tightly between the two to help her keep warm. Ai Qian could even feel the smooth skin behind her pajamas in her palms.

"Don't touch the water in the future."

Qin Zi talked and rubbed both sides, Ai Qian had never felt this warmth, and she hadn't slept in the same bed with someone for a long time, no one talked to her so closely, no one cared about her so carefully.

Since she was 8 years old, she has always felt alone.

"Sister Zishuang." She said suddenly, "I had a dream at night, a nightmare."

Qin Zi gave a double grace and motioned for her to continue.

Ai Qian sniffed, and asked in a lower voice: "Do you know me?" She felt a little wrong to ask such a question, and she added: "I mean, did you know when I was young?"

Qin Zi nodded, her hair moved slightly, and she said, "I know."

She thought Qin Zishuang should have known about it, and it wasn't a secret.

"I dreamed that I was in a car accident."

No need to say anything more, Qin Zishuang already understood, she put her warm hands away, stretched out the quilt with her free hands, and touched her head.

Ai Qian sighed: "Actually, I think I'm fine now, at least I have a family, huh." She laughed: "Maybe not, but at least I survived well."

Qin Zishuang gave her a compliment and pulled her closer.

"Are you sad?" Qin Zishuang asked.

Ai Qian shook her head, "It's been too long, it's a bit hypocritical to say I'm sad, and it's too ungrateful to say I'm not sad, and I don't know what I'm thinking now." She sniffed: "I just had a dream, and then come Auntie."

The last sentence was a bit mischievous. Qin Zishuang felt relieved after hearing her words, patted the back of her head and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

fine?

Ai Qian asked suspiciously, "Huh?"

Qin Zishuang smiled: "You also know that I don't know how to comfort others. Since you are not sad, I don't have to worry about it."

Ai Qian smiled softly, "It's really not comforting."

After she finished speaking, she felt her lower abdomen being pressed gently.

She looked up at her and laughed again.

Ai Qian was suddenly curious, "Sister Zishuang, have you ever slept with someone else?" She thought for a while, "Mom and Dad, or Aunt Ziyi?"

Qin Zishuang shook his head, "I always sleep by myself, and there is someone uncomfortable beside me."

Ai Qian snorted, "Then you won't be able to sleep at night?"

Qin Zishuang patted her head, "It's not that exaggerated."

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue and smiled, leaned closer and asked, "Then am I the one you slept with for the first time?"

Qin Zishuang snorted, and hearing her happy tone, he smiled and asked, "Is this something worth being happy about?"

Ai Qian chuckled twice: "A little bit." She added: "I didn't know you very well before, and I always thought you were cold and indifferent. I didn't expect to climb into your bed today."

Ai Qian was embarrassed after she finished speaking, what do you mean she climbed into your bed.

Sure enough, Qin Zishuang was also helpless and patted her on the head: "Kids, don't talk nonsense."

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue: "Understood."

Then they chatted one after another, from the little things in life to the philosophy of life, and the two whispering people in the quiet room felt a different kind of comfort.

Over time, I don't know when I was sleepy or when I fell asleep.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning came in through the cracks in the curtains, Ai Qian's biological clock rang. She squinted her eyes and slowly opened them, looking at everything unfamiliar around her.

Cabinets, clocks, hanging pictures, balconies, curtains, ceilings, and bed sheets are not the usual ones at all.

It took her half a minute to realize that she was in Qin Zishuang's room last night.

She opened her eyes a little, and wanted to move her body, but she only moved a little, and suddenly stopped.

She didn't feel that her sleeping posture was bad. She was usually honest when she was alone, but why now.

One of her legs was on her lap, one hand was on her waist, and her head was resting on her arm, lying in her arms in a cuddly manner.

Ai Qian looked up and immediately saw Qin Zishuang's sleeping face.

She swallowed.

Qin Zi's lips were slightly opened, exuding a charming scent. His slightly curly hair covered most of his face, his eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were long to cover them. Because no false eyelashes were applied, they looked completely natural and hung curlyly. Thin and soft and long.

She is also a beauty without makeup.

Ai Qian couldn't help but praise in her heart.

And her lips.

Ai Qian pondered carefully, there were not many lines on it, it could even be described as smooth, the lips were small, and the natural color was reddish.

When she was bored, she read the analysis of lip shape, and said that she could tell a person's character based on her lips, but how could such a fickle person as Qin Zishuang have such full lips.

Or maybe it's because of her weak heart.

Ai Qian looked a little dazed.

In a daze, a strange emotion spread throughout her body, and the beauty of the morning made her feel impulsive.

She wants to kiss her.