The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Until two o'clock in the afternoon, a black car drove into the gate of Feng's house.

Before the car entered the garage, it was stopped by Qing Jun.

Qingcheng had no choice but to stop and get out of the car.

"Qingcheng." Qingjun stepped forward to look at her, and he hadn't seen her for more than 20 days. He wanted to hug her so much, maybe it was because she pushed her away in his previous life, but he didn't dare.

"Didn't sleep last night?" Qingcheng saw that he seemed a little tired, wronged and melancholy, as if he had been abandoned.

"Can't sleep, let's go into the house." Qing Jun took her hand and went into the house together.

"Qingcheng, what do you want to eat?"

Qingjun knew that she must have not eaten just after getting off the plane, and the food outside was generally not to her taste.

Qingcheng asked the maid to prepare two snacks and two cups of tea for her bedroom.

"You go to the bedroom and wait for me, I'll make tea." Qing Jun said.

"Well, my bedroom is the last room to the right on the third floor." Qingcheng went up the stairs.

After making tea, Qingjun went to the kitchen to get some snacks, and then brought them upstairs.

When he came to the door of the room, he knocked on the door a few times but didn't hear her voice, so he tried to open the door, but the door was unlocked, and he went in.

The room is large, with a bed in the middle, very empty, modern gray tones.

"Qingcheng?" Qingjun heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, so he informed her that he had come in.

"Sit down." Her voice came from the bathroom.

Qingjun put the food on the table, then sat down and waited for her. There was only the sound of water in the silence for a moment. He couldn't help but look in the direction of the bathroom, and it was inevitable that his imagination would wander.

He didn't look away until the sound of water stopped, and then sat upright.

Qingcheng came out of the bathroom, wearing a white nightgown, with half-dry hair hanging down.

Qingjun looked over, his eyes flickered for a moment, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his face felt a little hot.

"What's the matter?" Qingcheng smiled, and a hint of teasing flashed in his deep eyes.

When he was in a daze for a moment, she had already sat on the chair next to him.

"Your hair is not dry yet, I'll blow it for you." Qing Jun immediately looked back, took the hair dryer from the low cabinet next to her, and walked behind her.

"No, sit down and eat with me first." Qingcheng pressed the button to cut off the power.

"I have already eaten at noon, you eat slowly." Qingjun connected the power again.

"You blow your hair, how can I eat it?" Qingcheng picked up a fork and took a snack, so that she would be able to swallow it.

"I'll be very gentle." Qing Jun had already turned on the hair dryer, and the sound of the hair dryer drowned out her voice of protest.

Qingcheng could only eat more slowly, but it turned out that Qingjun did not affect her eating.

Qing Jun dried her hair, and then found a comb to straighten her hair. Her brown hair is slightly curly, and it makes people love to touch it.

"Okay, you have the potential to be a barber." Qingcheng finally couldn't help but stop him from combing her hair.

"I'll help you with your hair in the future." Qing Jun sat back on the chair and pretended to drink tea.

"Help me with my hair, it will be dangerous."

"What danger?" Qing Jun looked at her puzzled, as if she had something else to say.

"Have you sent someone to follow me?"

"...I'm sorry, I'm just worried about you. If I can't find you, I don't know what to do, and I don't want to do it, but I just can't help it." Qing Jun explained incoherently, as if he didn't He doesn't want to hate Feng Xiran, and doesn't want to use tricks to get her attention, but he will go crazy if he doesn't.