After almost wearing, I sprinkled candy with the paranoid gangster

Chapter 320 I Want To Enter My Sister’s Fish Pond 97
[Attention the host, the time in this world has started to speed up~]

Qin Shu was lying in her younger brother's arms, and when she was about to fall asleep, she was suddenly reminded by the system, making her sleepless.

She thought about it.

Gently pushed the person next to him.

"younger brother……"

"Huh?" His voice, which was between a boy and a man, was slightly dull, with a hint of sleepiness and hoarseness.

Qin Shu: "Is it convenient to sleep with you now?"

"???" Song Yifeng opened his eyes, thinking he heard it wrong, "...what did you say?"

Qin Shu: "Is it convenient to sleep with me now?"

"..." He was silent for a few seconds.

He reached out and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.

But he saw her in his arms, blinking and looking at him sincerely.

"..." He suddenly felt strange.

I was a little nervous, and my face... also started to feel hot.

finally.

He said, "It's not convenient."

Immediately reached out and turned off the lamp.

A few seconds passed.

Qin Shu's hand was on his face.

Feeling the temperature of his face, she chuckled, "It's so hot, are you shy?"

Song Yifeng: "..."

She coaxed softly, "Brother, don't be afraid, we can come here with the lights off."

Just finished.

She was let go of his arms.

Song Yifeng turned over alone, and threw the word "serious" to her.

"sleep."

Qin Shu: "?... Oh, then I'll sleep."

She also turned over and pulled the quilt a little.

Close your eyes and soon fall asleep.

"..." Listening to her extremely shallow breathing, Song Yifeng fell into autism.

the next day.

Qin Shu slept until she woke up naturally under the sunlight shining in from outside the glass.

My brother doesn't know where he is.

She glanced at her phone, it was only past eight o'clock.

on WeChat.

Many friends who hadn't been in touch before all commented on the blessing under that circle of friends.

She clicked on the family group again, and found that her parents were already in the group, and she had a boyfriend after reading all morning...

More excited than marrying a wife at home? ? ?
After a few minutes.

Mother Song also suddenly sent her a row of red envelopes.

Qin Shu: "..." I feel that I am under a lot of pressure.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside.

Song Yifeng came back with something.

Qin Shu felt that seeing him come back with food like this every day, she seemed to have married a wife?

...My younger brother is really virtuous as hell.

After breakfast.

She saw a pile of traditional Chinese medicine granules that he took out from nowhere.

"...Is this unnecessary?" Qin Shu thought of the strong taste of Chinese medicine with a bitterness and sweetness, and already started to feel sick.

At last.

He was still coaxed and fed, and drank it.
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The weather is fine today.

It had been cloudy and rainy before, and suddenly it cleared up.

Therefore, there are a lot of tourists coming out of the ancient town.

On the street, there are many girls wearing cheongsam and Hanfu.

Qin Shu saw it, and dragged her younger brother into a Hanfu shop.

Many girls changed their clothes and asked their boyfriends to help them take pictures nearby.

Song Yifeng looked at her, and she came out wearing a tube top and pleated skirt made in Song Dynasty.

He loosened the long hair that was casually tied in the morning, like a waterfall of satin black, hanging down to the back of the shoulders, and a few strands slid to the front of the chest.

Song Mo was also dark red, which made her shoulders and neck fair.

She raised her eyes, the simple makeup on her petite and thin face was very suitable for the current scene.

He stared at it for a while.

Pointing to that side, they gathered together under an old tree to take pictures.

"Sister?"

Qin Shu glanced over, "...I think you may not be skilled enough."

She usually asks her younger brother to choose a photo, and he will always choose the ugliest one.

Just finished.

A boy with a camera came over, "Miss, can I take a picture of you?"

　Can I continue writing next year in the next plane?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)