Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Quan Jiuxi turned his head in astonishment and looked straight at Mo Qinghan.

In her memory, such a thoughtful gesture was simply a fantasy for him.

Mo Qinghan noticed Quan Jiuxi's gaze, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

In fact, Mo Qinghan himself didn't understand what was going on.

When he learned that Quan Jiuxi was at the police station, he felt like his heart was being grabbed by an invisible hand. Without thinking too much, he rushed over anxiously.

Seeing the wound on her arm and the blood seeping through her clothes, his heart suddenly tightened and an inexplicable pain surged in his heart.

These days, he has been deliberately avoiding Quan Jiuxi.

Whenever he saw her or heard her voice, his heart would beat uncontrollably.

He was afraid of this feeling, afraid that he would be trapped in it and unable to extricate himself. He told himself that he could not let Quan Jiuxi affect him, but his inner emotions were like a wild horse running wildly.

In countless midnight dreams, the gentle hands and soft voice in the elevator always played over and over in his mind like a movie.

That hand seemed to have a kind of magic, and a gentle touch could warm his cold heart.

He knew that he might have fallen in love with Quan Jiuxi.

However, they have a complicated relationship, and even in name only, she is his sister.

This relationship is like an insurmountable gap between them.

The two of them walked in silence all the way to the hospital, where people were bustling about and the smell of disinfectant filled the air.

The nurse's face suddenly turned grim when she saw Quan Jiuxi's wound, which was about to heal. She frowned and looked the two of them up and down, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

While tending to the wound, the nurse said earnestly, "I know you young people are full of energy and I understand how you feel, but next time, don't go to the emergency room for something like this. There are many patients in the hospital who truly need emergency treatment."

The nurse's voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet ward.

Quan Jiuxi was also embarrassed for a moment, and said softly: "I'm sorry, sister."

Mo Qinghan coughed lightly, "I understand."

The nurse chuckled and shook her head, her eyes full of tolerance and understanding.

She carefully bandaged Quan Jiuxi's wound and then warned him, "Don't touch water recently, otherwise the wound will easily get infected."

Quan Jiuxi nodded and responded obediently: "Okay."

Coming out of the hospital, it was already getting dark. Streetlights lit up one by one, casting a dim light on them. Mo Qinghan continued to walk silently beside Quan Jiuxi, and the atmosphere between them was a little subtle.

None of them spoke, only the sound of footsteps echoed in the silent street.

The night is like rice paper soaked in ink, filling the entire villa with silence.

Quan Jiuxi leaned against the bed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hand that had just been patched up.

"Xiaoyi, how's your progress on the strategy?" She suddenly spoke, her voice sending ripples through the quiet room.

[My lord, forty-five percent. 】

"Forty-five percent... that's slower than I expected."

[Sir, Mo Qinghan's emotional threshold is higher than the system predicted. Especially the shackles of "nominally brother and sister" have formed a strong constraint on his subconscious.]

Quan Jiuxi chuckled, lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the cashmere carpet.

The floor-length mirror reflected her appearance after she had just taken off her disguise - the thick bangs that usually covered her eyebrows and eyes were neatly combed back, revealing her full and smooth forehead.

The black-framed glasses that were originally on her nose had long been thrown on the dressing table.

The pair of eyes that were always hidden behind the lenses were now surprisingly bright, with the tails of the eyes slightly upturned, like a knife blade tempered with honey. Purity and charm blended strangely on her face.

She slowly untied the belt of her nightgown, letting the silk material slide off her shoulders.

Soon the sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom, and steam came out, forming a layer of white mist on the mirror.

Quan Jiuxi adjusted his expression in the blurry mirror.

Mo Qinghan's room was at the end of the corridor, and the walls seemed to be cold.

He sat on the edge of the bed, holding the white medicine bottle with his fingertips, but was hesitant to open it.

The electronic clock on the bedside table showed 00:17, and the fluorescent numbers reflected on the dark circles under his eyes, making his eyes look as deep as an ancient well.

These days he deliberately avoided Quan Jiuxi and locked himself in the room, but her shadow always appeared inadvertently.

These fragments were like stones thrown into an icy lake, creating ripples beneath the calm he had deliberately maintained.

"Sister in name only..." he repeated in a low voice, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

The medicine bottle made a sound when he gripped it, but the coolness of the bottle could not dispel the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

At this moment, there was a sudden "clang" sound from the other end of the corridor, like the sound of a glass falling to the ground.

Mo Qinghan jumped up almost instantly and pulled the door open. The cold air rushed into his collar, but he didn't have time to pay attention.

When he quickly walked to Quan Jiuxi's door, he slowed down his pace belatedly, knocking his knuckles on the door, and his voice was filled with an urgency that he didn't even realize: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"The cup is broken, it's okay." Her voice came from the room, with the steam from just taking a shower, soft and soft, like a feather tickling my heart.

But then, there was another sound of glass fragments scraping against the ground, so fine that it was heartbreaking.

Mo Qinghan's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his fingertips felt hot when he knocked on the door again:

"Can I come in? Your hand is still injured. Let me clean it up."

"...Okay, thank you." She paused for half a second, as if she was hesitant.

The moment the door was opened, Mo Qinghan's breathing suddenly stopped.

The warm yellow bedside lamp outlined the figure of a girl sitting on the ground. She had obviously just come out of the bathroom. She was only loosely wrapped in a white bath towel, the edge of which just covered her thighs.

Upwards, there is a smooth waistline, and downwards, there are large, white and slender legs. There are crystal water droplets hanging on the ankles, sliding down along the skin and sinking into the fluff of the carpet.

Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, with a few strands stuck to the side of her neck. Water droplets dripped down the ends of her hair, hitting her collarbone and leaving a small stain.

Without the obstruction of her glasses and bangs, her eyes were incredibly beautiful under the light. She was looking up at him, her pupils filled with tiny glints of light, like a frightened deer.

Mo Qinghan felt the blood rushing to his head instantly, and his ears turned red with a buzzing sound.

He subconsciously wanted to turn around, but his eyes were like being drawn by a magnet and fell on her calves exposed outside the bath towel.

Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and her legs were slender and well-proportioned. When she fell just now, her knees hit the floor and were faintly red.

"Sorry." He uttered the two words in a hoarse voice, and without waiting for Quan Jiuxi to react, he strode forward.

His movements were so quick and a little reckless that when he bent down, a gust of wind was created, causing the hair on Quan Jiuxi's neck to sway gently.

The next second, Quan Jiuxi felt a tightening around his waist, and he suddenly flew into the air. After a cry of surprise, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Mo Qinghan's collar.

My fingertips touched warm skin, and through the thin pajamas, I could clearly feel the strong heartbeat in his chest, as well as the firm and warm touch unique to young people.

Quan Jiuxi curled her fingertips slightly and deliberately rubbed it lightly with her fingertips. Sure enough, she felt the arm holding her suddenly stiffen.

"Don't move." Mo Qinghan's voice sounded above his head, with a barely perceptible tremor.

His breathing was a little disordered, and his eyes were fixed on the bed in front of him, not daring to look down at the person in his arms.

The smell of the shower gel on the girl's body was like a hook, mixed with a faint vapor and penetrated into his nose. It was a sweet rose scent, but it burned his throat and made it tight.

Quan Jiuxi was very obedient and didn't move anymore, just resting her cheek lightly on his chest.

Through the fabric, she could hear his heartbeat like a drum, hitting her eardrums with a "boom, boom, boom" sound, making her mouth curl up in an imperceptible arc.

She could feel his arms holding her steady.

Mo Qinghan placed her gently on the bed, moving very slowly.

Only after making sure she was sitting firmly did he straighten up suddenly, take a half step back and squat down to pick up the broken glass on the ground.

His back was straight, but his ears were red as if they were about to bleed, and even his neck was stained with a thin layer of red.

Moonlight came in through the gap in the curtains and fell on his lowered profile.

Only then did Quan Jiuxi look at him carefully - the boy's features had lost their childishness, his jawline was clear and sharp, and his eyelashes were thick and long, and at this moment, as he blinked, a small shadow was cast under his eyelids.

His fingers were very long, with distinct joints. At this moment, he was carefully pinching the glass fragments. His fingertips turned white due to the force. Occasionally, when he touched tiny pieces of debris, he would frown unconsciously.

"What are you thinking about?" Quan Jiuxi suddenly spoke, his voice soft.

She raised her foot slightly and lightly kicked his trouser leg with her bare toes, with a hint of innocent intimacy.

Mo Qinghan came back to his senses suddenly as if he was scalded, and the fragments in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He looked up at her, his gaze meeting her smiling eyes, which clearly reflected his panic. "Nothing."

He stammered in response and hurriedly looked away, but he didn't know where to look. He could only stare at the water stains on the carpet in a daze, his ears so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

He was indeed distracted just now.