Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

Ling Qian has never known that the contact between people can be so close without getting bored.

In his memory, the most intimate relationship with Zong Zhou should be the night of their reunion, when Zong Zhou insisted on sticking his hand into his quilt.

At that time, due to repeated accidents, his feelings for Zongzhou were entangled and complicated. Even if he just put his hand on his leg, he still felt extremely depressed.

Unlike tonight, even the depth of his breathing was driven by this man, he was flustered, but not at all unhappy.

"Let's go to bed early." Zong Zhou looked into his eyes with a pair of crescent-like tenderness and smiles, and raised his hand to gently brush away the broken hair on his forehead.

Ling Qian was still reminiscing about such a wonderful touch, when suddenly hearing this, she only remembered the farewell between the two of them on the cliff three months ago.

At that time, Ling Qian, after listening to Master's persuasion, once said to Zong Zhou, "You and I are not us."

"What are you thinking, little fool." Zong Zhou probably noticed his absent-mindedness, and pushed his shoulder doubtfully.

Ling Qian came back to her senses and blinked quickly.

She didn't reject "baby" and "little fool" as doting names for children, and only replied softly: "Are you going to bed now? "

"Want to do something else?" Zong Zhou seemed to be interested, his eyes sparkling.

"What else is it?" Ling Qian looked innocent, and only after she said the words did she remember what Ye Zongzhou had done and what she had hinted at.

His face and ears suddenly heated up.

Zongzhou's hand was caught on the quilt.

Startled, Ling Qian quickly shook her head and said, "I don't want to do anything else, I don't want to do anything else, don't get me wrong, I'm not the casual person in the rumors."

Zong Zhou paused, and suddenly smiled helplessly. He just pulled up the quilt and covered it with Ling Qian.

"Xiao Qian, I was actually..." Zong Zhou lay back beside him, closed his eyes and sighed softly, "What I said back then was all angry words, but actually, even if the rumors are true, I don't care."

But Ling Qian cared, it was related to his and Master's reputation.

But I heard Zong Zhou say: "Because it won't happen again in the future."

It won't happen again, because the master may be dead?

For a moment, Ling Qian really didn't know what kind of emotion to answer, she just opened her eyes blankly, her mind went blank.

At this moment, a warm hand covered his eyes.

The owner of the hand was still asleep, so he said to him very gently and considerately: "Don't think about it, sleep well and take care of your body. If you don't allow that kind of thing, I won't do it to you."

If you don't allow it, it won't happen.

Are you saying that they really didn't do anything that night, and never did?

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This night was the best time Lingqian slept in March.

I cried a lot.

Tell a story.

Don't have to fall into a nightmare because of guilt, because the person in the dream is by your side.

So much so that Ling Qian, who was supposed to wake up at Mao every day, didn't open her eyes until Sishi today.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see Zongzhou's concerned gaze.

"Are you awake?" Zong Zhou pressed his red and swollen eyes with his thumb, and brushed a lock of his long hair behind his ear.

Wen Sheng persuaded: "I'm tired these days, why don't you sleep a little longer."

"I don't know why, but I'm very tired." Ling Qian reluctantly got up, then lazily fell back on the pillow, sighed softly, and said, "I'm so lazy, you can make fun of me again."

When he first woke up, his voice was soft and slightly nasal, which did not sound like he was introspective.

Seeing Zong Zhou look at him even more softly, he took his hand and rubbed his fingertips.

He said in a coaxing tone: "Yesterday I saw you taking a nap on the couch, and thought you were too lazy to talk to me. Did I misunderstand?"

Ling Qian is straightforward, no matter how lazy her tone sounds, even a little coquettish, she seldom follows the steps given by others.

At this moment, he withdrew his hand and looked serious again.

Not a single flattering lie will be uttered.

"I really didn't bother to talk to you yesterday." Ling Qian sat up, glanced at the sun, estimated the time, and then said to Zong Zhou without emotion, "It's dawn."

"Urging me to leave." Zong Zhou also sat up with him.

It didn't sound like a complaint.

Suddenly she chuckled ambiguously again, whispered into his ear and said, "You are enjoying with me at night like this, but you are eager to drive people away at dawn, does it seem..."

Ling Qian wanted to say that she was simply expressing "it's dawn" and didn't mean to urge people to leave.

Then I changed my mind and thought there was something in Zongzhou's words.

Isn't that implying that he is ungrateful?

He was about to explain.

Just heard Zong Zhou say a word, "Xiao Qian, do you know 'Tiao Feng Nong Yue'?"

"What do you mean?" Ling Qian intuitively felt that this was not a good word, but she couldn't taste that it was saying something wrong about herself.

"That's it..." Zong Zhou pinched his waist with one hand, rubbed his fingertips, and said in a more ambiguous tone, "I know you have a slender waist, if you hold it tight, you and I will share the same bed at sunset. Stranger at sunrise, people all know what kind of cat I am?"

"Stealing?" Ling Qian replied without thinking.

There was a sudden warmth in his ears, and Zong Zhou had his earlobe in his mouth.

A whisper warmed Ling Qian's heart, "Do you and I look like cheating?"

What are you stealing?

Who cheated?

Ling Qian's heartbeat was unbelievably fast, and suddenly his mouth became dry, which made him swallow uncontrollably.

I just felt the hot air from the ear rushing to the neck, moving slightly with his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Don't..." Ling Qian wanted to say don't make trouble.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

The person who came was Tan Le, Xu saw that he hadn't gone out for a long time today, so he came to say hello.

"Brother, it's already three o'clock, you always get up early, I'm worried that you're feeling unwell again."

Ling Qian glanced in the direction of the door, then immediately looked at Zong Zhou, signaling to keep quiet.

"Brother?" Tan Le was a little anxious.

Ling Qian didn't answer, because Zong Zhou hugged her waist, and the man still whispered in his ear: "Xiao Qian really thinks we are having an affair?"

"It's not good to spread the word." Ling Qian's bad words are naturally bad for the teacher's reputation.

Fortunately, Zong Zhou didn't make things difficult for him, so he let go of his hand, and very chicly made a "please" gesture towards the door.

Tan Le's third greeting just came out.

Ling Qian had already responded, and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, just rest for half a day and I'll be fine."

Tan Le asked anxiously: "Is it hurting again?"

Zongzhou's concern immediately came from Ling Qian's ear: "Why are you in pain, is it hurting badly?"

Before Ling Qian could answer this question, Tan Le continued: "Brother, this abdominal pain is not a trivial matter, but please don't hide it from me. Did you forget to take the medicine I prepared for you today?"

"I'm fine." It's true that Ling Qian has a headache right now.

The two men inside and outside the house spoke almost at the same time, saying, "How could it be all right!"

"Senior brother, I must watch you take the medicine." Tan Le said, and pushed open the door that had been removed from the enchantment.

As soon as he entered the door, he walked towards Ling Qian who was sitting alone by the bed.

Eyes full of concern, said: "Brother's complexion is not good, why is he wearing a jacket, did he catch a cold?"

Ling Qian clearly knew that Chu Zongzhou was also wearing a middle coat on his bed, but he was just hiding his figure, so how could his face look good.

"I'm fine, probably because I ate too many cakes from Xie Siyuan, felt sick at night, and didn't sleep well, so I looked bad." What he said could be regarded as the truth.

The mention of Xie Siyuan is to remind him that too much talk is bound to fail.

Tan Le was obedient and silent.

Duan Shui took care of him to take the slightly rusty medicine, and immediately went to the desk to check the pastry.

First, he looked at the phoenix grass cake sent by Xie Siyuan, broke it open and sniffed it, and then went to look at the sweet cake sent by Zongzhou.

The inspection was extremely detailed, and it took a long time before I let it go.

Turning around and walking towards him again, there was another look of concern.

Ling Qian said softly: "I won't be so careless as to eat something of unknown origin, it's all ordinary pastry, no problem."

Tan Le knelt down beside him and picked up his hand to diagnose his pulse.

It's okay to confirm.

Then he said to him with a pleasant face: "You can't eat anything that is not poisonous now, but the phoenix grass cake is nothing more than sweet and sour, and it is made of spiritual grass. It is normal for you to eat it to suit your appetite. "

Ling Qian became curious and asked, "Does it mean that I will feel better if I eat more sweet and sour food?"

Tan Le frowned, and said: "It means that if you have a good appetite, you can't eat too much, let alone choose ingredients, even eat that vulgar mortal pastry."

When Ling Qian heard this, she probably wanted to offend Zong Zhou who delivered the cakes, so she coughed twice and interrupted Tan Le.

But Tan Le was talking about the excitement, not knowing whether it was cakes or people.

"I've seen Xie Siyuan before. He's the kind of person who, once he gets a good face from his senior brother, wants to show off to the world, saying that you only love the phoenix grass cake he sent. The phoenix grass is precious and everyone can use it. .”

"You also said that the devil got a bad nose from you, senior brother, that you accommodated him in every possible way in front of the devil, that you ate well, drank deliciously, watched the night wind outside the house was cold, and even wore clothes for him with your own hands." cloak."

Ling Qian only felt that what she said was true, but nothing was right.

Suddenly, Tan Le got up, rushed to the table, and threw the two pastries out the door.

He said unhappily: "So last night the devil came again and gave the senior brother vulgar cakes. The senior brother sent Xie Siyuan away, but have you eaten what the devil sent?"

"You don't want to yell at the devil in the future. In fact, he is kind enough to send cakes." Ling Qian is afraid that Tan Le's little life will be lost if he continues, "You see, I'm fine, why don't you go to practice first. , I will go to the forbidden area to repair the formation later, if you have something to say, then tell me, okay?"

Tan Le's complexion became even worse, and said: "Brother would feel uncomfortable only after eating the cakes sent by the devil, but he has no doubt that the devil has evil intentions."

"Tan Le, I didn't eat." Ling Qian explained nicely.

But Tan Le became more excited and said: "Senior brother won't feel sick because of the phoenix grass cake, you want to vomit because your current body can't smell meat at all, and you can't eat greasy things. Senior brother clearly said that he likes the master, but he keeps complaining about that The devil is free."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ling Qian turned cold.

But the person in front of him, who he thought was the most sensible, didn't know how to read his words today.

"Brother Xie Siyuan Xinyue, he is a man who likes to show off, even if he tells the story of his victory over the devil last night, others may only think that he is bragging, but what if others also see it?" Tan Le stepped forward and knelt down beside him.

"Brother, have you ever thought about Master's feelings?"

Tan Le suddenly raised his hand, put his palm on his stomach, and said, "Master's bones are not cold yet, even if senior brother wants to find someone to take over, even..."

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