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Chapter 323 It's Nice to Have You (6)

Qu Qingge stared at Wen Qiyang for a long time, felt the loneliness exuded by Wen Qiyang, and knew that his reaction was too encouraging, which must have made him unhappy, so he bit his lip and took advantage of his closed eyes. At that moment, she moved towards his side.

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Wen Qiyang's eyes. He ignored her, then nunuzui, and blew on the tip of his nose. His eyes were still closed, and then her eyeballs rolled a few times, and she stretched out her hand towards him The neck attack went--

The bedroom was quiet. After a long time, Wen Qiyang calmed down the sadness in his heart. When he wanted to turn off the light and go to sleep, he felt that his neck was suddenly firmly hooked by a pair of small hands, and then his chest suddenly felt hot.

Wen Qiyang was stunned for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Qu Qingge leaning obediently in his arms, pouted slightly, although his eyelashes were slightly foggy, but they were much clearer, gone When I saw him just now, the sense of distance was far away in the sky.

His body trembled, feeling Qu Qingge's soft breath, it took him a while to recover.

She doesn't blame him?Not in a hurry to escape?

He thought she would throw off the quilt and run out of the bedroom directly or reply to him indifferently, "My business has nothing to do with you—"

However, she didn't say anything, and after being stunned and shocked for a while, she took the initiative to hug him?

Wen Qiyang felt that his brain was in a mess, and before he had time to sort out his thoughts, he heard the little woman in his arms groaning and beeping: "Wen Qiyang, I'm sorry, I heard his name, I couldn't help— —”

Qu Qingge's voice echoed around her mouth, but Wen Qiyang blocked her lips in an instant, and the tip of her tongue mixed with the smell of tobacco slid down her slightly parted red lips into her mouth, completely drowning out her voice.

Qu Qingge's body froze, his hands let go of Wen Qiyang's neck, and turned to grab the bed sheet under him.

This kiss lasted for a long time, with tenderness and sincerity, without the slightest possessiveness.

Wen Qiyang's hands were only holding the back of Qu Qingge's head and hugging her waist, and he did not lift up her pajamas in the slightest manner as before.

Wen Qiyang didn't leave her lips until Qu Qingge's face turned red from suffocation, then picked her up from his arms and put her on the bed.

Wen Qiyang stared affectionately at the woman under him for a while, and then said hoarsely: "Qing Ge, don't say sorry, in my world, you will never make mistakes."

What a pleasant word, like the melodious sound of a piano, echoed in Qu Qingge's ears. She was intoxicated for a while, and then felt his ardor. She pushed Wen Qiyang's body, and casually found an excuse and said, "Wen Qiyang ,I'm hungry--"

"I know, I'm hungry too." His eyes were shining, and he smiled badly.

"I said I'm hungry, I'm really hungry." Qu Qingge blushed, and glared at him.

However, Wen Qiyang was very naive, and answered innocently: "I know, I haven't eaten much tonight, I should be hungry, Geer, what do you think I'm talking about? Could it be——"

Qu Qingge got angry and yelled at him: "Could it be that your size—"

Wen Qiyang pursed his lips, reluctantly let go of the woman in his arms, sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, and said to Qu Qingge who was covering his face with the quilt on the bed: "Qingge, You rest for a while, I'll go down and ask the housekeeper to make some supper, what do you want to eat?"

(End of this chapter)