Chapter 297

In September, the sun outside the house is still warm, the green treetops are exposed to a faint smell of vegetation, and the branches can occasionally hear one or two cicadas.

The warm breeze blew into the window and raised a corner of the screen window to reveal a tall and majestic figure in the quiet 303 dormitory. He was facing the door panel and covered with a slender girl under it.

But in fact, Feng Yan just gently held her wrist and rubbed it on the fine skin and meat he had just seen, with a low voice, "does it hurt?"

The newborn skin and flesh show a little light pink, and the cortex is thinly covered on it. It is extremely sensitive. When touched by the warm and rough finger abdomen, it will arouse an uncontrollable itching.

"... all right." Qin Qing drew back with a stiff hand, and replied with some unsteady breath.

The people behind him approached again discontentedly, completely squeezed the only trace of fresh oxygen in the air, and the voice and color became colder, "what are you hiding?"

Men seem to be born with a strong desire for control. From the beginning, they took the position of guardian. Later, after several mediation, they reluctantly loosened the shackles. After that kiss, men seem to return to the past overnight, and their overbearing nature is becoming more and more obvious.

In other words, Qin Qing in the past must not like the situation of being controlled by others and being pressed step by step, but the change of mood made her feel soft, so she relaxed her defense, endured the heat surging up on her face and whispered, "it's a little itchy."

In any case between men and women, the word can always give people the illusion of beauty.

Or maybe this is not an illusion

"Do you want to apply medicine?" the man's voice was as serious as usual, but his fingers covering his wrists were still rubbing.

Qin Qing's waist was softened by the numbness and itching. If he didn't know the other party's stubborn character, he would almost suspect that the other party was intentional.

"... No." she pressed her breath, clenched her teeth and refused hard. As soon as she mentioned the plaster, she remembered the shameful picture of being pinched on her chin the next day of kissing. She didn't want to come back for the second time in her life.

But men are like her nemesis, stepping on untouchable dead spots, and stepping on them one by one.

When her chin was twisted by a force, before she could react, the whole person had been turned over, slightly raised her slender neck, and her back was occupied by the man's indifferent and handsome face.

At this time, the two people were only five centimeters apart. She could clearly capture the wrong position of each other's eyes. Without waiting for her to break away, she heard the other party ask in the voice without emotional ups and downs: "so... Does your mouth still hurt?"

With a bang, the heat rushed up to the top of his head. The dignified and precious boss Qin blushed with the naked eye. His white and transparent flawless skin color seemed to be smeared with rouge and a little crimson. Even his black framed glasses could not restrain the impending beauty.

"No..." she moved her lip flap to say it didn't hurt, but she felt it difficult to speak, so the last half of the word was bitten on her lower lip. At this time, she reluctantly found that her false hook was a pediatrician under the straight ball attack that men never turn.

Feng Yan's eyes were dark, and his sight fell on the thin lips that were gently pursed. Because the upper half of his face was covered under the black mirror frame, he highlighted the red color of his lips, "it's good."

The man's murmuring voice mixed with the warm breath sprayed on the tip of Qin Qing's nose. At first, she didn't want to understand what this meant. When she found that the people in front of her were getting closer and closer, her brain hummed, and her heart beat suddenly wrong.

The wound on his lip is healed, so what does he want to do?

Breathing interlaced, she looked up slightly, looked at the man's indifferent face through the lens of no degree, and had no way to see each other's real emotions.

When the distance between their lips and teeth was only one centimeter, she suddenly whispered, "this month, you have no obligation to send me anything again."

The day of her birthday was the day when they cut off the legal constraints and had nothing to do with it.

The man's half narrowed eyes slowly opened, and the frost and snow color at the bottom of his eyes hit down heavily with a strong sense of oppression. The beautiful scenery in the air was frozen for a moment, and Feng Yan's voice was horribly cold, "what do you want to say?"

Even Qin Qing fought a cold war at this distance, but she moved her wrist and decisively broke free. She slowly took off her glasses and looked back. Her voice was shallow and could not hear her emotion. "Feng Yan, will you change me without the identity of guardian?"

"No." Feng Yan answered without hesitation.

Qin Qing was stunned. The worry that had hovered in her heart gradually dissipated. She pressed the corner of her mouth that wanted to rise and decided to give guidance, "is there still my place in that house?"

Feng Yan frowned, and his frozen face cracked the trace of displeasure, "there belongs to you."

He didn't like the girl's wronged tone. As long as she liked it, he would add the garden to her name tomorrow.

"I'm not..." Qin Qing couldn't understand each other's meaning. He wanted to refute, but he felt too direct, so he had no choice but to turn to the next question, "will the relationship mode between us change?"

Change? Feng Yan's eyebrow score was deeper. In his deep eyes, it seemed as if a strong wind and waves were brewing. He said coldly: "don't be disobedient."

Don't let yourself get hurt, don't be rash and impulsive into danger, don't ignore yourself for others, don't... Puppy love!

"It's not what you think." Qin Qing looked at him as if he was going to eat people. He suddenly couldn't cry or laugh. He was just a little more direct. He raised his index finger and gently pressed the man's lips. He left at the touch, "that's what I said."

Love, which is called private in the rules of etiquette and law, always makes it difficult for her to speak, and she also likes men to tell their true feelings from the bottom of their heart.

It's not a responsibility, it's not a duty, it's not bound by her ideas.

PA, Feng Yan grabbed the fingertips of the girl who wanted to escape. Although his mood was briefly comforted, he still didn't loosen the clamp. After an instant of confusion, he finally understood the other party's meaning, and his voice sank a little, "don't you agree?"

Don't agree to talk to him?

"I... can this kind of thing be casual?" Qin Qing was directly laughed angrily. In the past, he only knew that men were not good at dealing with daily life. Unexpectedly, he was just like a beast in the emotional world, relying only on intuition.

When asked, Feng Yan thought deeply for a few seconds, then released his hand and slowly took out a pair of playing cards from his pocket.