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Chapter 165 Wen Qiyang, You Have Played (5)

Wen Qiyang wandered around outside Qu Qingge's door for a long time, cigarette after cigarette in his hand, thinking about whether to go in.

After not seeing her for so long, Wen Qiyang suddenly felt a little nervous and shy.

I was afraid that when I saw the woman I had been thinking about day and night, I couldn't help but hug her into my arms and kiss her fiercely.

But in this way, wouldn't all his plans be in vain?

It's all Yan Zimo's fault for coming up with such a bad idea.

What to say, a woman is like a kite, not only must know how to receive it, but also know how to fly it;

You can't just pamper her, but also abuse her.

Love, only when it hurts can you know that you are in love.

Wen Qiyang cursed in his heart, before Qu Qingge was in pain, he himself would die of pain.

He was struggling with himself until his feet were numb, and then he knocked on the door of the room with all his strength.

"Qingge—"

....
"Qing Ge—are you asleep?"

Wen Qiyang yelled softly twice, waited for a while, but there was no movement inside. Knowing that she might have fallen asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, and walked in quietly.

hiss--

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Wen Qiyang felt a gust of cold wind blowing straight to his feet, and he gasped because of the coldness. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the whole villa, the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the bedroom was no less than ten degrees.

Wen Qiyang walked to the air conditioner and saw that it showed sixteen degrees.

Is this girl going to freeze herself to death?
And those maids, what do they eat?
He didn't know to come in and take a look, it froze his Qing Ge and told them all to leave.

He frowned, and after turning up the temperature, he walked slowly to the bed, sat there, and stared blankly at her.

In the pale blue light--

Qu Qingge didn't seem to be sleeping comfortably, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be tears on the curled eyelashes, and she frowned slightly, Wen Qiyang stretched out his hand, and gently smoothed her brows.

"Are you thinking about him in your dream? Is he the only one who makes your heart ache?"

"You just follow his footsteps, but you never look back. Do you know that I'm waiting for you?"

Wen Qiyang's voice was very low, staring at her, as if he was talking to himself, suddenly, his words changed and became firm and domineering:
"It doesn't matter whether you use any means or take advantage of it, I only want you by my side."

"Qingge—I love you."

"Hmm—" As if hearing Wen Qiyang's affectionate words, Qu Qingge, who was sleeping, suddenly let out a soft cry.

Wen Qiyang quickly leaned over and put his ear close to her lips, but only heard her smacking and grinding her teeth.

Qu Qingge rubbed his nose, turned his body sideways, and changed his posture.

Just as Wen Qiyang wanted to straighten up, he saw her palm-sized face pressed against her. Her lips were pursed, slightly upturned, ruddy and playful.

Wen Qiyang felt his heart beating faster, and it rushed to every corner of his body like lightning. Just looking at her, he felt that he was about to suffocate.

Wen Qiyang lowered his head, the warm breath, mixed with the fragrance of her hair, flowed between them.

but--

Just when he was about to taste the tempting sweetness——

"Cough-cough-"

Qu Qingge suddenly coughed twice, and threw himself on Wen Qiyang's face, interrupting his gentle attack.

The sleeping man sniffed.

The obsession in his eyes immediately changed to worry, and he immediately got up to help her wrap the quilt.

Wen Qiyang sighed softly, went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into a comfortable T-shirt and boxer pants, lifted Qu Qingge's quilt, got in, and embraced her from behind.

(End of this chapter)