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Chapter 281 The Enemy's Road is Narrow (7)

"Actually, if there is a next time, I am the one who should leave. What right do I have to be angry with you and drive you out."

Qu Qingge's voice was full of melancholy, without the arrogance and arrogance, but it was very real, which made Wen Qiyang's heart ache suddenly following her words.

This silly woman, doesn't she know until now that she is his only brilliance, the only brilliance that if lost, can only face endless darkness forever.

Wen Qiyang shook his eyelashes, wanting to hold her in his arms and love her crazily, but as soon as he thought of it, he felt itchy at the tip of his nose, as if something was scratching himself.

Qu Qingge bent down, took the tip of his hair, and scratched Wen Qiyang's nose twice intently, until he couldn't help scratching his face with his hands, then burst out laughing.

She stood up, walked around to the other side of the bed, picked up the quilt on the ground, shook it, and gently covered Wen Qiyang's body.

However, as soon as she bent down, she suddenly found that her waist was embraced by both hands, and instantly fell into a solid arm with just the right amount of strength.

Qu Qingge's heart jumped up nervously with a thud, before he could recover, he turned over and pinned him down.

The corners of Wen Qiyang's mouth couldn't be restrained from curling up into a trademark smirk. Although his eyes were a little sleepy, they looked more and more confused.

Like the bright and colorful sunshine outside the window, there is a rare brilliance in the depth, constantly attracting Qu Qingge, leading her to fall into his world together.

Qu Qingge was pressed under him, and the quilt between the two was taken away by him at some point, and their skins were tightly pressed together.

There was a slight flush on her face, she clutched the sheet nervously with both hands, looked at him and smiled at herself, evil and handsome, not at all like she should have just woken up.

Qu Qingge suddenly felt that he had been designed again, so he stretched out his hand a little angrily, and pushed his chest.

But for some reason, in his breath, she always felt limp and unable to exert herself. After using her strength for a while, she stopped struggling and instead pouted and glared at him.

Wen Qiyang wasn't in a hurry or afraid, instead, she smiled more wickedly and joyfully. All her playful looks were so beautiful in his eyes, and they became extremely alluring.

Wen Qiyang buried his head between her necks to feel the fragrance coming from her body. Qu Qingge doesn't like to use perfume. All along, her body exudes a faint fragrance. It is this kind of fragrance that makes Wen Qiyang's eyes more intense. It's deep.

His lips fell on her neck, lightly nodding, one hand unconsciously stretched into her pajamas, reaching towards the smooth back, and when it slid to her chest, he smiled deeper.

Qu Qingge's face was already blushing, although her body had lost all strength and became more and more limp under his scattered kisses, but she glared at Wen Qiyang angrily, and cursed unwillingly: " Wen Qiyang, get out of the way, early in the morning, don't want to be dissatisfied—"

Under her glaring gaze, Wen Qiyang kissed her earlobe without hesitation, turned his face and sang with a smile, and what he said made Qu Qingge blush even more: "I'm dissatisfied, Qingge, why are you so ignorant?" What’s bad, I’ve been hungry for so many days, and last night I even gave me snacks early in the morning, and you came here to tease me with your fragrant hair, little thing, do you know that my nose is the most sensitive part.
(End of this chapter)