planted in her hands

Hello, Guanyin Temple?

Is there a Bodhisattva running out of your home?

I have said long ago that she is a female Bodhisattva, but I never thought that the time to touch the waistcoat thread would be today, whether it is her birthday or mine.

In the bedroom, only a standing desk lamp by the bed was turned on, the light was warm and soft, and I even saw at a glance the painting of colorful clouds that I had drawn in a competition with her before.

As Meng Qingyao said, she put the painting on the bedside.

But now my attention is not on these things at all, I only have Meng Qingyao in my eyes.

She is wearing a very simple white T and shorts. She usually looks very casual, but now that she is here, the clothes are falling down and sticking to her body, so her figure is no longer covered, and the obvious places are obvious. .

I didn't dare to look much, and lowered my eyelids.

The scene of touching the waistcoat line in my fantasy is not like this.

What I fantasize about is that maybe in the daytime, she stands and asks me to touch it through the clothes, or not through the clothes, but it will never be such a hot scene like now.

Meng Qingyao...

As soon as her name came to my mind, it made my heart skip a beat.

However, Meng Qingyao didn't intend to let me go, or she really wanted to be a female Bodhisattva to the end, seeing that I didn't pass by, she asked softly again: "Aren't you coming?"

"..." I raised my eyelids and looked in that direction again, luckily Meng Qingyao didn't open her eyes, her eyes were closed with a gentle face.

Meng Qingyao snorted lightly, as if she was a little drunk, but also a little bit wronged: "When I met Xiao Cai tomorrow afternoon, she still said that she listened to me the most."

She said that, so it would be really inappropriate for me not to go there.

I tried to steady my voice: "Okay."

My hands were hanging by my sides, but I was holding my trousers tightly. The closer I got to Meng Qingyao, the harder it was for me to breathe, and the more I saw her, the clearer she was, no longer separated by several meters. distance.

The light was warm yellow, hitting Meng Qingyao's body.

Her hair is loose, and I can see a whole beautiful face in my eyes. Looking down, it is her white and slender neck, and the place I dare not look at, her graceful waistline, and the corners of her clothes. A piece of delicate and smooth skin can be seen after lifting.

Even though the windows were open and the wind was blowing in, I just felt a little hot.

The ears are warm, the face is warm, and the palms are warm.

I bit my lower lip to keep myself awake, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Qingyao, is the vest line difficult to practice?"

"Fortunately."

I continued to divert my attention: "I thought about it before, but it was so difficult watching the video, I..."

"Chidu." Although Meng Qingyao didn't open her eyes, she also saw through my thoughts, "Are you nervous?"

I immediately said: "How could that be."

I also said, "Sister Qingyao, you promised me this."

"En." Meng Qingyao uttered a single syllable, and then said, "Let's start, it's been a long time."

"……OK."

One corner of the clothes is raised, does it mean that I can't wear clothes?

never mind! ! !

Don't you just touch a vest line! ! !

How difficult it is! ! !

I held my breath, and lifted up the T-shirt a little more. I didn't look around, just stared at this spot, and then put the index finger and middle finger of my right hand on it, and pressed it down.

Meng Qingyao chuckled lightly: "You pressed the wrong button."

I:"……"

The next second, Meng Qingyao moved her left hand next to me. She grabbed my wrist, as if she was holding on to a pen, until my fingertips touched the muscles.

Her hand loosened: "Here."

"Did you feel it?" she asked.

Not only felt it, I even saw it.

It's a word "Chuan", I touched the center, and when I press it down, it will feel a little hard, and besides that, the temperature of Meng Qingyao's skin also spreads from my fingertips, I just feel like her There seems to be an electric current passing through the place where they meet.

Electricity makes me a little thirsty, although the two have nothing to do with each other.

I didn't linger on it, I pressed it meaningfully, and said with a smile: "It's so cool, Sister Qingyao."

As soon as I raised my eyes, I met Meng Qingyao's gaze.

She didn't know when she opened her eyes and was looking at me.

I felt a little guilty: "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

That's what she said, but I don't think it's that simple, especially since her eyes are still a little gloomy.

I thought about it and replied, "But you don't look like you're okay."

The corner of Meng Qingyao's lips twitched: "Really?"

"Yeah." I pursed my lower lip, "You must be thinking about something."

"Then what can I think about?"

I choked: "How would I know." I suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Sister Qingyao, when you were fishing today, you didn't tell me why you didn't pay much attention to me these days."

Almost forgot.

"Want to know?"

I nodded: "Of course! This is very important!"

Bringing things up to this made me a little more relaxed, and I really wanted to know.

Meng Qingyao pursed her thin lips and frowned.

I was afraid that I would miss something, so I moved closer to her and just looked at her face, but when I got closer, I regretted it a little.

Because it is too close.

Meng Qingyao was lying down, and I was beside her leaning on the bed with my elbows, my palm dragging my chin, only a few centimeters away from the line of sight.

I can even see the shadow cast by the light on Meng Qingyao's long eyelashes.

I'm starting to worry about one thing -

Could Meng Qingyao hear my heartbeat?

Fortunately, Meng Qingyao didn't seem to hear, she closed her lower eyelids slightly, and didn't meet my gaze, her beautiful lips parted slightly: "I don't know either."

"Huh?" How could you not know?

Meng Qingyao pondered for a few seconds, then raised her eyes to meet me again: "Maybe it's because you didn't reply to my message in time, I'm quite a typical Cancer, and I'll be brooding over things that don't need to be fussed about."

"What about my previous explanation?"

"You explained it because you explained it, but whether I listened or not is another matter." Meng Qingyao convinced herself, "Yes, that's how it is."

"..." I believe you are the one to blame!

But since Meng Qingyao doesn't want to talk about it, there's no point in me asking further, not to mention it's Meng Qingyao's birthday today. Thinking about it this way, I don't care, and I showed her a bright smile: "Sister Qingyao .”

"Ok?"

"Happy birthday!" I said, "and I have a present for you."

Meng Qingyao was taken aback: "Isn't it a painting?"

"another."

After saying this, I got up, took out my mobile phone from my clothes pocket, and played "Birthday Blessing Song". As soon as the song rang, I threw the mobile phone on the bed again and started dancing to it.

This is a song that is often played in a certain hot pot restaurant. Last year, Jiang Linyan really wanted to go here to celebrate her birthday. For this reason, I learned the dance of this song from a few other friends. I reviewed it quietly at home these two days. Now It came in handy.

"Say bye to all the troubles/Say hi to all the joys/Happy birthday darling darling..."

Meng Qingyao raised her head again from the very beginning, watching me dance in the open space in front of the closet, her eyes bent into crescent moon shape again.

The song is so simple, the dance has a lot of riffs and I still danced to the end.

"How is it?" I walked up to Meng Qingyao out of breath, "Do you like it?"

Meng Qing shook her head: "Yes, I like it."

I smiled "hehe" and said, "That's good."

As a result, the commotion seemed a bit loud, and it attracted Fang Suyue. Before she came in, a voice sounded from outside: "I almost thought I came to a hot pot restaurant."

I went to open the door.

Fang Suyue waved her cattail fan, glanced at Meng Qingyao, and then turned her eyes on me: "Xiao Chi." She asked, "Did she make things difficult for you while drinking?"

"No."

Meng Qing shook her brows and raised her eyebrows: "Fang Suyue, please explain, what is embarrassment?"

Fang Suyue laughed: "I won't explain."

She leaned to the side: "But I have something to do, my sister just called me and said that she will arrive tomorrow and will stay here for a while, but I have an appointment for a massage tomorrow, so please go to the airport to pick me up Touch her."

"Okay." Meng Qingyao replied.

Fang Suyue stood up straight: "Okay, I'm leaving now, and I won't disturb you."

"..." No interruptions or no interruptions.

I also pointed at the sky: "Sister Qingyao, you have a good rest, I'm going back."

"I send you."

I shook my head: "I'll just ride a shared bicycle." I added, "If you're drunk, don't ride a small electric donkey, we don't drink and drive."

"Didn't you drink too?"

Oh yes, although I'm not dizzy at all.

Meng Qingyao had already sat up, she insisted: "Today is my birthday, you have to listen to me for everything."

So the task of sending me home fell on Xiao Cai.

Xiao Cai is really unlucky, Meng Qingyao called to drive Fang Suyue's car, he was the driver, and sighed there along the way: "What is my fate, why is my life so hard, I have never done anything in my life Bad thing, how did it end up like this..."

Meng Qingyao and I sat in the back seat, and we just smiled when we heard this.

But because it was so close, it only took a few minutes for the little eDonkey to go home, let alone driving, I felt that it was an instant thing, and I arrived at the gate of Luoshui Community.

I said "goodbye" to them and got out of the car.

I was inexplicably tired from this day, I turned around and went home, washed and showered, and after drying my hair, I felt better.

But as soon as he stopped, he would think of the different Meng Qingyao he saw tonight.

And even if I took a shower, it has been so long, and there is still the residual warmth of Meng Qingyao on my fingertips.

I slowly closed my eyes, and the scenes of tonight flashed in front of me again.

When eating downstairs, Meng Qingyao tilted her head and looked at me several times.

When helping her upstairs, even though Meng Qingyao smelled faintly of alcohol, it was clean and pleasant.

When she was in her bedroom, she closed her eyes and asked me to touch the line of her vest. It was her left hand that lifted the corner of her clothes, and it was the left hand that held my wrist. Her fingers were slender and strong, with well-defined joints.

she……

I……

My throat rolled, and the thirsty feeling came back, but now I am in my own home and can drink water anytime.

I poured myself half a glass of water and went back to bed.

Before going to bed, I habitually opened Moments to watch, and just scrolled down, and saw Meng Qingyao's dynamics.

Kite Flyer: 【It's a ______ day. 】

In addition to this fill-in-the-blank text, a picture is also included.

It was the picture I drew of her.

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