My wife has a cinnabar mole in her heart

After the two arrived home, Qu Yue reapplied medicine and changed the bandage on Qi Yi's arm injury: "Your bandage was white when you went out, but it will be gray when you come back."

"It's all Liu Shu's fault." Qi Yi replied, "He always thought that there was some treasure hidden under my bandages, and he insisted on opening it to see, and he still didn't wash his hands."

"Are you happy at school?" Qu Yue carefully dipped some ointment on a cotton swab, "Did you meet a lot of friends?"

"Friend? Hmm." Qi Yi thought about it seriously, "I don't know, but I have an extra dad."

Qu Yue: "..."

"But he's very nice, and he won't crowd out me, a newcomer, like others. Last time he fought with Zhou, he rushed up to help me."

Qi Yi felt that Liu Shu was really a simple fool in a single-parent family without a father.It may be that he suffered misfortune in his childhood, so he turned himself into a father outside, and gave the love he lacked to others, so as to make up for the unattainable family affection he longed for.

Of course, the premise is that you have to admit that he is your father first.

"Yeah." Qu Yue nodded, put down the cotton swab and took the bandage, "Last time you told me that the doll likes pink skirts...does it have any special meaning?"

"Ah?" Qi Yi scratched his head in confusion, "Which doll, I have many, many dolls, all bought by Yueyue."

In fact, he remembered, but he couldn't let Qu Yue ask any more questions.

He took out the doll because he learned that Qi Shu asked Qu Yue to be close to Qi Han, so he wanted to use this to remind Qu Yue what Qi Han might like, and hoped that Qu Yue would be more prepared and prepared.

Seeing that Qi Yi didn't remember this at all, Qu Yue thought it was just a coincidence, so she didn't mention it again.

On the second day, when Qu Yue arrived at the forbidden university and entered the class through the back door, Qi Han was already sitting in the last row waiting for him.

There were only a few people sitting sparsely in the class, and the English teacher hadn't arrived yet.

"You're here." Qi Han tilted his head to look at Qu Yue who was walking towards him, showing a happy smile.

Qu Yue walked around to the empty seat beside him and sat down: "Yes."

"This is for you." Qi Han pushed five bottles of milk drinks on his table to Qu Yue.

"Give me so much?"

"I don't know what you like to drink. Yesterday I saw that your clothes were stained with milk, so I bought a bottle of all the drinks I could find in the supermarket." Qi Han replied.

"What should I say, thank you?" Qu Yue smiled, picked a bottle at random, unscrewed the cap and tasted it.

"No need." Qi Han said, "I'm glad you're willing to accept."

"What time did you arrive in class?" Qu Yue asked afterwards, opened the textbook in her hand, and took out the roll call list inside.

Qi Han: "The school doesn't open until six o'clock in the morning."

Qu Yue's hands froze: "Did you arrive at six in the morning?"

"En." Qi Han nodded.

"Getting up so early to study?"

"To see you." Qi Han said seriously.

"I don't necessarily come so early." Qu Yue took out a pen and crossed out the cross that Qi Han had marked on the roll call last time.

Qi Han noticed Qu Yue's actions, his heart seemed to be gently caressed by warm water, and he laughed out of the warmth.

Of course, what he cares about is not the attendance rate, what he cares about is that Qu Yue cares about his attendance rate.

"Then when will you arrive next time?" Qi Han asked, "If possible, I would like to pick you up at the school gate."

"When will there be classes? I can go home after the morning class today." Qu Yue leaned back on the chair and took a sip of her drink.

Qi Han carefully savored every word Qu Yue said several times back and forth, the more he tasted, the stronger the reluctance in his eyes surged.

He tried to suppress it deliberately, but he couldn't suppress it at all: "You are leaving after class..."

Qu Yue heard his quiet voice, and turned to look at him.

"Can you go back to my home?" Qi Han begged, "I can take care of you."

"You still have to go to class."

"How can this compare to you?" Qi Han asked eagerly.

"Qi Han, your attitude towards me was not like this before." Qu Yue laughed, "I'm not used to such a big change overnight."

"That's because I have something to ask from you now." Qi Han knew that Qu Yue was teasing him, but he answered unequivocally, "I even want to keep asking like this."

"Okay, I'll go to your house after class." Qu Yue felt that he couldn't listen anymore, Qi Han looked at him with innocent eyes, so innocent that he felt oppressed in his heart.

Hearing this, Qi Han was instantly as happy as a puppy whose master has rewarded him with a bone: "Good!"

His posture was extremely humble, but he enjoyed it.

After class, the English teacher walked in through the main entrance, and when he saw Qu Yue sitting in the back row, his expression was filled with fear that had not dissipated for two consecutive days.

"If he troubles you," Qi Han lingered between Qu Yue and the English teacher, "I'll help you solve it."

"No need." Qu Yue lowered her eyes, "Without him, I would have no job."

"If you are willing to accept, I can give you anything." Qi Han said, "You don't have to ask anyone, and you don't have to wrong yourself."

"Let's listen to the class." Qu Yue didn't want to cause trouble, and avoided this topic.

Hearing this, Qi Han responded after being silent for a few seconds.

He unfolded the notebook on the table in an orderly manner, his actions seemed indifferent, but suddenly a hidden murderous intent emanated from his body, menacing but silent.

He would still kill the English teacher, because the other party had been extremely disrespectful to Qu Yue.

Qu Yue seemed to sense something was wrong with Qi Han, and frowned at him.

Qi Han was keenly aware of Qu Yue's gaze, and responded with a pampering and respectful smile.

Qu Yue was speechless.

After class, Qi Han stood up first, and waited for Qu Yue to get up and go out.Then he followed behind Qu Yue, keeping a distance of one or two steps from her.

After walking together for a certain distance, Qu Yue suddenly asked, "Why don't you walk beside me? I can't be sure if you're here even if I walk behind me."

"I just don't think I deserve to stand by your side." Qi Han said, "It will lower your status."

Qu Yue is the entity of his desire, and he is just a slave dominated by desire.How could he be qualified to stand beside Qu Yue?

"...I don't understand what you are thinking, why do you look like a master and servant?"

"You don't need to understand." Qi Han said, "You just need to know that you are very precious to me."

Qu Yue turned to face him, and deliberately asked, "Am I more expensive when I'm wearing a skirt, or when I'm not wearing a skirt?"

Qi Han, who was asked this question, blushed in embarrassment as if he had been overwhelmed. He faltered and said: "It's all precious..."

"Liar." When Qu Yue replied, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The female classmate who secretly took pictures of Qu Yue with her mobile phone, couldn't help holding her companion's hand excitedly when she caught the beautiful smile on Qu Yue's lips, desperately suppressing the scream that might disturb Qu Yue in her throat .

Qi Han glanced back at the people around him, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, but when he faced Qu Yue, all the disdain dissipated, replaced by complete...submission.

The face changed so quickly that Qu Yue almost couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

Walking to the front of the car, Qi Han opened the door of the passenger seat for Qu Yue, and fastened the seat belt for her.

"Their clothes are not as good-looking as my collection." When Qi Han stepped on the gas pedal, his voice carried the pride of a child who found himself better than a toy, "What's more, they don't suit skirts better than you. "

"Qi Han, why are you competing..." Halfway through speaking, Qu Yue realized that something was wrong, and immediately suppressed the word "Yi" that was about to spit out.

He wanted to say, why Qi Han is more like a child than Qi Yi, quite childish.

"What?" Qi Han asked.

"Nothing." Qu Yue shook her head.

Ten minutes later, the two finally arrived at the villa. Qi Han couldn't wait to run upstairs, took a set of dresses that would suit Qu Yue that he picked out until early in the morning, and presented them in an expensive box as a gift. In front of Qu Yue.

"Try this one." Qi Han said with a smile.

Qu Yue opened the gift box, and inside was a white gauze dress, the gauze material was soft and the fabric was silky.

The pattern outlined on the skirt is a landscape embroidered with white thread, which is not obvious but not low-key.The whole skirt looks elegant and dignified, without losing its connotation.

"Can I put it on for you?" Qi Han asked cautiously, but every word was filled with anticipation in his tone.

"No." Qu Yue shook her head, he couldn't accept it.

Qi Han lowered his head slowly, even though he was disappointed, he didn't mean to blame him: "...well..."

Qu Yue had a panoramic view of his performance.

After a few seconds of silence, Qu Yue took the skirt and entered the bedroom.When he came out after changing, he pressed his shoulders with his hands, walked up to Qi Han and said, "The zipper at the back, help me close it."

Qi Han, who was staring at him in a daze, heard such a request, like a power-off doll suddenly switched on and danced again.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was so bright that Qu Yue didn't dare to look directly at him.

Qi Han gathered up the skirt that was about to slip off his shoulders for him, and put his fingers on the zipper of the white skirt on Qu Yue's back and waist, and slowly pulled it upwards.

The white zipper gradually closed, and the curve of Qu Yue's waist was slowly outlined.

What is more beautiful than the lines is Qu Yue's back, fair and clean, not thin, but delicate like a man.Qi Han didn't look too much, even in places where Qu Yue couldn't see, he didn't want to offend.

"Okay." When the zipper was pulled to the end, Qi Han said, "I really hope it can be longer."

"It's long enough." Qu Yue took a few steps forward with bare feet, then turned to face Qi Han, and the hem of her skirt turned into a small circle with his movements, like the clear and shallow ripples on the surface of a lake, layer by layer like Surrounded by ripples, "Does it look good?"

"It's beautiful!" Qi Han desperately affirmed, "It's really beautiful!"

Qu Yue tilted her head and smiled, her pure white dress matched her pure smile, like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world by accident, so beautiful that it is hard to tell her gender.

At this moment, Qi Han was so moved that he almost shed tears.

He approached Qu Yue slowly, and covered Qu Yue's head reverently with the remaining piece of white gauze in the box.

much like...

Much like his bride...

"Qu Yue..." Qi Han's slightly trembling voice sounded slowly in the quiet room, "Thank you for showing up."

Thank you for being willing to tolerate my approach and accept my deformity with such a beautiful gesture in my world where not a single blade of grass grows.