planted in her hands

After Meng Qingyao said this, Fang Suyue was still angry with her until dinner, just like a child. As for the reason, it was not because Meng Qingyao "favored" me, but because Fang Suyue felt that Meng Qingyao was isolating her .

Why do I know so clearly.

Because Fang Suyue said it herself in the group of "We Three See Qingshan".

[Surnamed Meng, I won't say a word to you today. 】

baby crocodile:【? 】

Fang Suyue: [You fucking, pull Xiao Chi to isolate me! 】

Little crocodile: [Yes. 】

Little crocodile: [It seems to be. 】

Fang Suyue: […]

And because I want to receive my reward, I ate dinner with them. In the backyard, Meng Qingyao made a few simple dishes, and finally finished eating. Meng Qingyao looked at me seriously, yes I said, "Go upstairs."

The last time I touched Meng Qingyao's vest line, it was when everyone didn't know about it, but this time it was so high-profile, Fang Suyue and the three of them all knew about it, so Meng Qingyao's voice fell, and Fang Qiyue took the lead in "Aww": "Xiao Chi, remember to write an after-touch after you touch it. I've only touched a man's abs, but I haven't touched a girl's vest line yet."

Fang Suyue didn't say a word, but hummed softly.

Jiajia's eyes glowed too: "It's so cool, sister Qing Yao."

Meng Qingyao raised her eyebrows: "Yes."

I was a little embarrassed and a little nervous.

Fang Qiyue wants to know the answer I can tell her now, after all, I still remember the appearance of Meng Qingyao's vest line, and the hard touch, but last time it was sneaky, it's not as good as this time.

I'll wait until after tonight.

Meng Qingyao walked in front, and I followed behind her. The movement of stepping on the wooden stairs was a bit dull, but it didn't take long to reach the second floor.

It was already dark, and there was only a crescent moon outside the window of the living room, and I suddenly thought of the picture of Meng Qingyao smiling with eyes like crescent moons in my mind.

Meng Qingyao's voice pulled me back from my thoughts: "Go into the bedroom."

"Okay." I followed.

This is the second time I entered her bedroom, and the two consecutive times were to touch the vest line. When I reached the door, I cleared my throat and pointed to the bathroom: "I'll wash my hands first, is that okay?"

"There were not so many programs last time."

"Last time……"

"Sister Qing Yao is not so sober."

Meng Qing shook her lips with a smile: "How do you know I'm not so sober?"

"..." That's right, just that little amount of alcohol.

My ears heated up quickly, and I nodded my head: "Okay."

"Go." Meng Qingyao slightly raised her chin, "I'll wait for you."

Like the wind blowing under my feet, I went straight to the sink in the bathroom.

My face in the mirror didn’t seem to have changed, but there was a difference in color between my ears and my skin tone. I quickly brushed my hair with my hands and covered my ears a little so that it wouldn’t look so exaggerated.

After 1 minute, I returned to Meng Qingyao's room.

Meng Qingyao didn't lie down on the bed like last time, she stood by the window, leaving a back view for me, when she heard me coming in, she said two words: "Lock the door."

"okay."

It was also locked last time.

It can be seen that I really remember the last time very clearly, because Meng Qingyao really fouled that night, not to mention that I also had a related dream, and it was also this dream that made me need to control my emotions even more at this moment. expression.

As soon as the door was locked, Meng Qingyao turned her body sideways, the wind plucked the curtains, Meng Qingyao's hair, and even my heart.

She looked straight at me with an obvious smile on her face: "Why don't you come over?"

I raised my foot: "Not like last time?"

"Another way." Meng Qingyao made room for me, and I stood beside her.

To my right is her desk, and the width of the window is limited, so that if I stand in a row with her, my arms will stick together, and it will be just right, without squeezing or being too far apart.

The biggest feeling this area brings to me is peace and tranquility, and it is no exception now.

The laughter and laughter in the alley are a bit far away from us. At a glance, there are endless houses and the dark night sky.

My hair was also a little messed up by the wind, but in this way, my ears were also a little cooler. Although I couldn't see it, I believe it was definitely not as red as I saw in the bathroom.

Maybe for a few minutes in the past, Meng Qingyao and I didn't say a word. When we first came here, we were still talking about changing things, but now we are both a little silent.

I don't know what she is thinking.

I only know that staying with her like this all the time, even in a daze, makes me feel good enough.

Xixi came out of her own home, and looked this way as soon as she looked up. She saw us and beckoned. From this little distance, she called to us: "Sister Qingyao, sister Xiaochi."

I:"……"

Meng Qingyao gave a low laugh, and shook her hands as if to respond, Xixi smiled again, and followed her father to the side, it seemed that she was going out of the alley, and she didn't know where to go.

And I don't know how to mention this to Meng Qingyao.

As soon as this idea came up, Meng Qingyao's voice sounded in the next second: "It seems that it doesn't fit here."

"Huh?" I froze for a moment.

So Meng Qingyao didn't know where to press the switch, and the lights in the room were turned off, leaving only the one on the bedside which was a little far away from us, but it was useless, because besides that, Meng Qingyao turned around and turned the lights on. The curtains were drawn so that nothing could slip in from the outside scenery.

The room went dark in an instant.

I can only see the outline of Meng Qingyao's face.

I can't see the color of her lips, but I can see her lips moving, and her soft voice at the same time: "This seems to be all right."

My brain was a little out of order, and I could only instinctively agree: "Yeah."

In such an environment, only the sense of hearing is more sensitive, and the sound of Meng Qingyao's breathing seemed to penetrate into my ears.

I pursed my lips tightly to let my thoughts come back, and then I asked tentatively, "Is it right here?"

"Correct."

"Stand."

My heart was lifted a bit: "Okay..."

"However..." Meng Qingyao also coughed lightly, apparently not quite getting used to it, "I didn't drink, it seems that something is missing."

What should I do?

The last time the light was on Meng Qingyao, I could see everything clearly, even the shadows cast by her eyelashes. Although I couldn't see clearly this time, it gave me the same feeling as last time of.

The same messes with my mind and prevents me from organizing my thoughts.

"It's okay." My voice was a little low.

Meng Qingyao didn't seem to hear clearly, she "huh?" for a moment: "What?"

I repeated: "It doesn't matter."

"I heard it." Meng Qingyao said, "You let me take you."

what?

Before I could think about it, Meng Qingyao asked again: "You are asking me to lead you, right?"

"……Yes."

I think I know what it means to lead me with me.

Sure enough, Meng Qingyao reached forward a little, and precisely held my right wrist.

Her hands are still a little cool, and mine are still hot, the contrast is stark.

Meng Qingyao pulled my hand towards her.

I remember that she was wearing a T-shirt with a cartoon pattern printed on it, the kind that cost ten yuan a piece on the side of the road. She led me and let me touch the hem of her clothes, and said again: "Raise your left hand."

Her voice was bewitching, and I was a little dizzy, so I could only follow suit.

The hem of the T-shirt was lifted by me, and she still held my right wrist until my fingertips touched the skin of her waist and abdomen.

If I swallow now, will she hear me?

The question automatically popped up in my mind.

Even though I can't see it now, I still remember what it looks like, with obvious texture, strength and beauty.

Meng Qingyao was not finished yet.

She went from grabbing my wrist to grabbing my index finger. I seemed to be controlled by her. She used my hand to poke her own muscles.

My focus is on two places -

The vest line is really nice to touch.

Is this holding hands?

After two or three clicks, Meng Qingyao stopped, and her voice was heavy: "Is it going to happen?"

Like I really don't know how to start.

I responded cooperatively: "Yes."

"But it doesn't seem to count as touching."

Alarm bells were ringing in my heart.

"It's just poking."

Me: "...um."

Help.

I feel like I'm going to burn again.

I couldn't help but stumble when I spoke: "Then, let me... touch it."

"it is good."

So I put all my fingertips on it, it was not enough, I simply closed my eyes, and directly covered the smooth skin with my palm, and then I felt Meng Qingyao's body stiffen, subconsciously, I I was a little worried: "What's wrong?"

"No." She paused, "Continue."

I took my breath lightly, moved my wrist, and the place where my palm touched changed, allowing me to feel the route of the muscle more clearly. I didn't know how many touches, Meng Qingyao raised her hand, and pressed my wrist.

"Sister Qingyao..." My palm was only hotter than before, and my face seemed to be on fire.

Is it because I touched it for too long.

Meng Qingyao sighed: "Do you like it that much?"

"is yours."

That's why I like it.

Meng Qingyao asked me again: "Are you hot? Chi Du."

I answered along the way: "A little bit."

More than just a little.

The air conditioner was clearly turned on in the room, and I didn't wear much, but it was so hot that I felt like I was sweating, and my palms were a little sticky.

"Then..." Meng Qingyao said, "Then stop hugging."

When will there be an item of hugging? My eyes are like copper bells, trying to see her expression in the dim light, but unfortunately, no matter how good my eyesight is, I can't catch anything.

I licked my lower lip: "It doesn't matter."

"what?"

"It doesn't matter..."

This scene is so familiar.

Meng Qingyao also repeated her old tricks, she seemed to be stunned: "I heard it." She smiled, and it was like sweet water that was delivered to my mouth, "You want to hug me, don't you?"

"Yes." I answered in the affirmative.

Now that we've talked about this, if I don't hug her, I'm going too far.

It was agreed to hit a straight ball, and I couldn't turn the corner.

Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated, stretched my arms forward, and hugged her for the fourth time. I also remember the first three hugs very clearly. Even after so many times, I was still worried that she would hear me. A fast heartbeat.

As soon as the thought came to her, Meng Qingyao said, "Your heart seems to be beating very fast."

"..."

"Mine is also very fast." Meng Qingyao asked softly, "Did you hear that?"

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I heard it, I heard it, I heard it with both ears (panda head expression pack