Xi Shijing

Qiao Weixian hugged Yuanji until he covered the sweat on Yuanji's chest again, and then slowly leaned back to the bed, his eyes instead, circling Yuanji back and forth.

Yuan Ji was not in a hurry to ask, he just stood up, lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "I'm in a hurry to run over, it smells bad, I'll stand far away."

The other side wanted to retreat, Qiao Weixian leaned forward, grabbed him, and shook his head slowly.

Yuanji himself felt very embarrassed.He knew that Qiao Weixian loved being clean the most, so he raised his sleeve and sniffed, "I can't smell it myself, I'm afraid you might dislike me..."

Qiao Weixian didn't answer this time, but suddenly exerted a strong force on his hand. This force was beyond Yuanji's expectation. He was caught off guard and fell to the side of Qiao Weixian's bed. The hat under his arm fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Qiao Weixian's bed was softly dented with a human figure.

Yuan Ji laughed: "I'm still worried about you, I didn't expect you to be quite energetic!" After saying that, he was about to turn around, but Qiao Weixian stretched out his hand and put it on Yuan Ji's waist: "Don't go."

As soon as the words came out, Qiao Weixian's face blushed secretly: "You, you just lie down. You are doing the work of the police station, so you can rest here."

This remark was full of loopholes, but Yuan Ji turned sideways, kicked his boots left and right for a long time, and his face was also red: "I wanted to hurt you, but you first..."

Qiao Weixian turned her face away: "I am older than you by how many years, do you want your pain?"

When the words fell, Yuan Ji pulled Qiao Weixian's arm: "What happened in the morning? I thought I offended you and made you angry."

Qiao Weixian slid into the quilt, dawdled, and finally curled up beside Yuanji.

Yuan Ji turned sideways, faced Qiao Weixian face to face, stretched out his hand and patted Qiao Weixian lightly: "If it's difficult to speak, I won't talk about it. Just stay with me for a while."

Qiao Weixian was under the quilt, and after a long time, he suddenly stretched out his hand, lifted a corner of the quilt, and pulled Yuan Ji in.

Before Yuan Ji could react, he felt that Qiao Weixian's head was buried in his chest, the tip of his nose was pressed against it, and his exhaled breath condensed into water droplets, which came through hot and humid, making his chest itchy.

He freed his hands, unconsciously thrust his waist forward, and got close to Qiao Weixian.He realized it later, and felt some honor: he and Qiao Weixian were lying on the same bed!

Beyond the moon dew, the outline of Qiao Weixian's face was outlined.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Weixian breathed in Yuan Ji's chest: "I begged Xia Congliang to do something, and he asked me to kneel. Now, how much is my knee worth? If you want to die or live, you will underestimate me."

Qiao Weixian's chin was pressed against the gully of Yuan Ji's chest: "I know everything. What do I not know? It's only because I didn't see things clearly in the past, and it's no wonder people made trouble."

Yuan Ji's heart was like throwing a stone into still water for a moment.One is Xia Congliang's immoral deeds, and the other is hearing Qiao Weixian's words.He digested the news for a long time, and he took a last breath, his breath brushed Qiao Weixian's hair, and hugged Qiao Weixian tightly: "It's hard for you, it's really hard for you. That saying says, a man can be curly or straight..."

Qiao Weixian inhaled wetly on his chest, but also smiled.

"It's good to say it, it scared me in the morning - even if you scold me a few words to relieve your anger!"

Qiao Weixian's voice entered Yuanji's arms: "I shouldn't have said it. How annoying is this? You'll bother me too."

Who would have thought that Yuan Ji seemed to be thinking seriously after saying these words:

"If that day comes, you must be the one who hates me first." He touched Qiao Weixian's neck: "If it's true, tell me honestly. If you tell me, I'll leave naturally." Yuan Ji thought for a while, then smiled wryly: "I'm afraid I can't go. It's really hard to find someone as bad-tempered as you!"

Qiao Weixian's eyes were hidden in the darkness, and his chest was beating dimly: "Speaking of it, you still want to scold me? Say something here and there, you're so busy."

Yuan Ji let out a "ha" on top of his head, leaned back, and slightly let go of Qiao Weixian: "Well, it turned out to be Xianxin! If you say that, then I don't have the time to spare. I have to wear my boots and walk away." Already!"

He made a gesture to step back, Qiao Weixian knew that he was putting on airs, and in the quilt, pinched the lower edge of Yuan Ji's chest with his tiger's mouth, sticky fingering, kneading and kneading as if begging for mercy, and dragged Yuan Ji into his arms.

At this time, Yuan Ji was half happy with Qiao Weixian, and the other half was a little distracted and shy.

"Qiao Weixian, you don't let me go, and you say I'm meddling in your business, which doesn't make sense!"

Where there is any reason, Qiao Weixian slid his hand to Yuan Ji's waist: "I tell you, there is no reason."

Yuan Ji felt amused amidst shyness and embarrassment, and imitated Qiao Weixian's usual sharp tone of scolding himself: "Smelly shameless!"

Lao Qian had indeed heated up the milk at this time.Standing outside the door, he could hear people coming and going inside the door, not knowing whether to knock on the door or not.