The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Leng Qiudu's eyes darkened, like a bottomless deep pool, his neck was sweating a little, and it became different from usual.

The hot flashes of the palm were as hot as fire, burning inch by inch, pinching Shen Qingchuan's exposed nape of the neck, the breath coming out from between the lips and teeth seemed to be wrapped in heat, and said in an extremely soft voice, "Qingchuan."

A hill rises slowly from the blue-gray fabric, like a spring mountain shrouded in haze and mist in late spring, a touch of green in gray mist.

Shen Qingchuan held a paper towel in his hand, wiped it, and felt the warmth coming from under the cloth, and his movements slowed down.

A touch of pretty red flew across Shen Qingchuan's face, like a white bird with snow-white feathers passing by the sunset, a drop of orange red on the tail of its wings.

It was really embarrassing, Shen Qingchuan raised his head, but saw that Leng Qiudu had no expression on his face, he still looked cool, handsome and ascetic with snow particles on the treetops in winter, but his eyes were fiery, like As warm as it is, it wants to ignite Shen Qingchuan.

There were microwaves in Shen Qingchuan's eyes, the sunlight fell on the slow and clear lake water, the breeze rippled, and there were slight blue waves, but his eyes were bright and clean, and it seemed that there was an eternal spark hidden in his eyes, attracting everyone in the world. The lost traveler in the dark draws near.

His expression is too innocent, but the beauty on the tip of his eyebrows is like a sharp hook that ruthlessly hooks a piece of flesh and blood on a person's heart. Only the thickest blood and the reddest paint on the heart can hook it out. Fascinating and beautiful dreams.

The lips are slightly parted as if to say something, the color of the begonia petals makes the complexion more white and delicate, and the chin is also smooth when viewed from above.

Leng Qiudu pinched the hand on the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck, exerting a little force on his well-articulated fingers, with thin calluses on his fingertips, unconsciously caressing, hidden under the crow's black hair, on a section of snow-white neck, That gorgeous hickey.

Even if he pressed hard on the purplish red marks on his skin, Shen Qingchuan would not feel any pain or feeling.

Shen Qingchuan maintained a bent posture, with his elbows still resting on Leng Qiudu's thigh, as long as he moved his hand an inch to the side, he would touch the green-gray hill emitting heat, and the constant heat seemed to break through that layer block.

Like a hot summer wind sweeping in, it smoked the tips of Shen Qingchuan's ears red, Leng Qiudu's hand was still on the back of his neck, maintaining a half-bent posture was really uncomfortable, Shen Qingchuan wanted to raise his head , but was pressed down by Leng Qiudu.

Shen Qingchuan was a little puzzled, called out Leng Qiudu's name, and said, "Qiudu."

This sound was blown into Leng Qiudu's ears with the cool autumn wind, like a thin silver needle piercing Mi Li's dream, Leng Qiudu's expression was like waking up from a big dream, his eyebrows were slightly frowned , like a little boy holding candy and throwing a temper tantrum, knowing that the candy does not belong to him, but unwilling to let go, still making the final compromise.

The undercurrent under his eyes is both restraint and greed.

After a while, Leng Qiudu let go, turned his face away, and looked at the big open window, the scenery outside the window, not Shen Qingchuan.

Shen Qingchuan was at a loss for a moment, thinking that Leng Qiudu was ignoring him because he was angry. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Leng Qiudu, the redness creeping up from his neck to the tips of his ears. Thinking of the embarrassing scene just now, he was also a little surprised .

Student Leng's reaction was really too great. Usually he looked so restrained, like a figure of ice and snow, but he didn't expect it to be like a volcano.

Shen Qingchuan thought of a sentence, the more abstinent and suppressed a person is, the more ferocious he is because the restraint is ruthless.

However, this is also normal for Student Leng. I guess he rarely uses his hands. Shen Qingchuan attributes Leng Qiudu's state at this time to the fact that he has been suppressed for too long and cannot withstand a little touch. Shen Qingchuan has no associations, and all of Leng Qiudu's Intense and abnormal are self-inflicted.

Thinking in this way, the enthusiasm on Shen Qingchuan's face gradually faded, and with a reasonable argument, there was no burden in his heart, not as embarrassing as before.

It's just that the atmosphere was still a little awkward. The two were silent for a while, and neither of them spoke.

Shen Qingchuan shifted his gaze to Leng Qiudu, the blue-gray linen cloth still looked bulging, it took a while, and it didn't go away, continuing to be silent was not an option.

Shen Qingchuan suggested, "Qiudu, do you want to deal with it?"

Shen Qingchuan paid attention to the stairs, he was afraid that someone going up to the second floor would see this embarrassing scene, it would be very embarrassing to Leng Qiudu or to the visitors.

If Zhuang Xiaoxiao turned back, it would be even more embarrassing. Zhuang Xiaoxiao forgot to bring her things, and often turned back to Xiling Newspaper Office to pick up things, which often happened.

What's more, it was almost noon now, and the lobby manager of Qunfang Song and Dance Hall was about to send someone over to reimburse the bill.

Leng Qiudu got up, without giving Shen Qingchuan a look, quickly got up and left, like a gust of wind, towards the bathroom on the second floor.

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In the bathroom, a beam of light shines from the window, fine dust floats and floats in the light, and the only bright color is refracted to the corner of the mirror in the bronze frame.

Leng Qiudu turned on the faucet, allowing gusts of white water to flow out and fall into the gold-copper sink. He scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, even the hair on his temples was wet. The cold water slid down the chin, and dripped onto the skirt of the clothes, wetting a piece, the water stains spread around, showing a circle shape, and there were a few dark green marks on the blue-gray fabric.

Leng Qiudu looked at himself in the mirror, and felt that he was like a monster in human skin, under which was full of dirty, ulterior extravagance, he hated such a self.

Incomparably disgusting, when he saw the mark on the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck, a raging flame of jealousy ignited in his heart, almost crushing his reason, he delusionally wanted to add a new mark on that snowy muscle, his brand, Covering the marks left by that woman on Shen Qingchuan's body.

However, what qualifications does he have.

He is just an ant hiding in a dark corner, peeping at the sun, trying to cover all the light with a black curtain.

But he couldn't restrain his desire for Shen Qingchuan, he couldn't restrain it, he wanted to get close to Shen Qingchuan, he wanted to get closer, even if Shen Qingchuan approached unintentionally, it would shake his soul.

My heart couldn't help but torn into a crumpled piece of paper, and there was a slight tingling in my heart, like a needle prick.

For some people, light is a needle, which will cause stinging pain, but as long as there is a dark corner in the heart, people will long to pursue that faint light, even if it will cause stinging pain.

Tick ​​tock, water drips on the tiles on the ground.

Leng Qiudu looked at himself in the mirror, but didn't stop, he just felt embarrassed, how could he face Shen Qingchuan with such a distressed look.

On the other side, Shen Qingchuan thought that Leng Qiudu's trousers were so dirty that they were stained with sweet and glutinous roasted sweet potatoes, and the blue-gray linen cloth was stained orange-yellow, which was quite ugly.

Thinking that there was still a set of clean trousers and shirts in the cubicle, Shen Qingchuan went to get them for Leng Qiudu. Originally, Shen Qingchuan bought this set of clothes for Leng Qiudu. Compared with his figure, he deliberately chose clothes that were bigger than himself. One size, it should fit Leng Qiudu well.

Last time Leng Qiudu shied away and said no, Shen Qingchuan thought that this time he could just change it up. He hadn't seen what Leng Qiudu looked like in a shirt and trousers. He must have a cold and handsome face, a bit like a financial elite. Mr. Delicate.

"Tuk tuk..." There was a knock on the door.

"Qiu Du, are you alright?" Shen Qingchuan asked through the bathroom door.

Standing outside the door, after about ten seconds, Shen Qingchuan could only hear the sound of splashing water, and the faint sound of panting, but the sound was too small, it was like the sound of autumn wind blowing in through the window.

Seeing that no one responded, Shen Qingchuan yelled a few more times, increased the volume, and said, "Qiu Du, Qiu Du?"

Leng Qiudu paused when he heard a knock on the door, but when he heard Shen Qingchuan calling his name loudly, his heart suddenly jumped and his nerves became tense.

In the mirror, Leng Qiudu lowered his head and leaned against the wall, it was hard to tell his expression, his hair fell to his cheeks, and he could only vaguely feel that he was in pain.

With that sound, the voice calling his name.

Leng Qiudu lowered his head, leaning against the door, when he heard Shen Qingchuan calling his name, the ending fell to the last syllable, as if he had called it like this in a beautiful dream, as if a white bird flew out of his heart, A snow-white feather fell on the ground.

The sound of splashing water sounded, covering all sounds.

"Qiu Du, are you inside?" Shen Qingchuan thought he was yelling loudly enough, but after yelling for a long time, Leng Qiudu didn't respond, thinking that something happened to him, his tone became more anxious.

Just when Shen Qingchuan thought that Leng Qiudu had fainted in the bathroom, and fantasized about dozens of possible accidents, Leng Qiudu stepped on a bottle and fell into a dizzy faint, or someone broke into the bathroom through the window and hijacked him, silencing him from making a sound. .

When Shen Qingchuan was about to turn around and go down, he went to find a buddy to come up to help.

The door of the bathroom was opened, and I saw that Leng Qiudu seemed to have been in a water fight. Both sides of his temple hair were wet, stained with water droplets, there were water marks on the skin of his cheeks and neck, and the neckline of the high collar was also wet. A large area was soaked by the water.

Seeing Leng Qiudu's embarrassed appearance, Shen Qingchuan paused and said, "You won't fall down inside, will you?"

"No." Leng Qiudu replied very briefly, as if he didn't want to talk more with Shen Qingchuan.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and it fell into Shen Qingchuan's ear canals. Shen Qingchuan didn't care about Leng Qiudu's low pressure at this time. Seeing that Leng Qiudu had no accident, he breathed a sigh of relief and stretched his eyebrows like a spring breeze. Passing the wicker, the willow leaves stretched out, and said with a smile, "That's good."

"Here are the clothes I gave you, you can change them on." Shen Qingchuan stuffed them into Leng Qiudu's arms, fearing that he would refuse, so he turned around and left without giving him a chance.

Leng Qiudu put his arms around the neat clothes on his arms, and the fabric of the clothes still had residual heat from Shen Qingchuan's body temperature, and he felt that a little bit of temperature could burn his arms.

Leng Qiudu pursed his lips tightly, watching Shen Qingchuan's figure disappear at the end of the aisle, a trace of obsession flashed in the depths of his eyes, and there was a struggling/struggling expression to force himself to wake up, the light in his eyes floated up and down, just like the dawn breaks The faint light in front of us burns the residual heat of the soul.

Shen Qingchuan walked back to the office on the second floor, only to see a person standing at the desk by the window, his elegant silhouette cut by the clear sunlight.

A loose cheongsam, like emerald green pine, with dark green lace gloves on both arms, a green veil covering the upper half of the face with long hair coiled up, and a small green spider-like gemstone dotted on the veil, mysterious And dangerous, elegant and moving.

"Bo Ya, why are you here?" Shen Qingchuan looked a little surprised.

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