Talking about love and delivering food

When Gu Qing reminded her, Sang Yu suddenly remembered this matter. She was just immersed in the jokes on Weibo, and forgot about it for a while.

"Yes, I almost forgot." Sang Yu scratched her head, then naturally walked a few steps forward, reached the door of Gu Qingshi's bedroom, stopped again, turned her head to look at Gu Qingshi who was still in a daze, "You haven't finished your work yet?"

She hadn't been in Gu Qingshi's bedroom before, so she always felt that it was embarrassing for her to enter someone's bedroom so rashly.

"It's done." Gu Qingshi staggered her gaze and replied in a low voice.

Sang Yu acted so naturally. In contrast, her thoughts made people feel ashamed.

"Then why don't you go to sleep?" Sang Yu yawned. These days, Gu Qingshi insisted on adjusting her schedule, and with the conditioning effect of those pills, she gradually got used to it and went to sleep.

Gu Qingshi nodded, the distance from the living room to her bedroom is not far, the same layout as Sang Yu's house, there is a small passage in the middle, about seven or eight meters away.

She had a particularly hard time walking.

As soon as Sang Yu felt sleepy, she yawned twice in succession, and didn't notice that she walked over with her hands and feet.

With a "click", the bedroom door was swung open, Gu Qingshi walked in first, followed by Sang Yu, who poked his head in first.

The decoration style of Gu Qingshi's bedroom is the same as that of the living room, elegant and warm. The color and style of the bed and cabinet, including the dresser, and the furniture outside seem to match.

Sang Yu glanced over, and the first thing she saw was the bay window made of small tatami mats, with a small round table and two high-back court-style chairs beside it.

She opened the door a little more, walked in, and looked around the room with curious eyes. After walking in, she found that there were many photos on the wall facing the bed.

"Hey mother, the photo you posted is really artistic..."

As she said that, Sang Yu moved closer to the photo wall pasted with a three-dimensional heart shape, but as soon as she raised her eyes, she felt that her eyes were covered by someone.

"Sang Yu, don't look."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Sang Yu felt the voice of the person behind her tremble a little. Maybe it was because the night was too quiet, or maybe it was just that the two of them were too close, and she could even hear each other's heartbeat.

Chaotic, and urgent.

This kind of heartbeat is what she often describes when a person is panicked or excited.

Gu Qing was afraid that she would see the pictures on the wall.

Sang Yu was silent for two seconds, "I don't want to watch."

Gu Qingshi did not take away the hand covering her eyes, but embraced her again, pushed her outside the door before letting go, "Wait for me a moment."

Sang Yu's lips moved, she nodded after thinking about it, and walked towards the living room.

Gu Qing closed the door, her body was a little weak, she leaned against the door, looked up at the wall covered with photos, reached out and touched her forehead, stained with sweat.

There, all the photos of Sang Yu were posted.

These days, Sang Yu has been by her side all the time, she even forgot that there is this photo wall in her room.

Sang Yu has been sitting in the living room all the time. In the past, the internet-addicted girl who forgot to bring her mobile phone when she went to the bathroom had to pull up her pants and get her mobile phone.

It took a long time before the bedroom door opened, "Sang Yu."

"Ah."

"Okay."

"Oh." Sang Yu rubbed her eyes, and replied again, "Okay."

After entering the bedroom, Sang Yu subconsciously looked at the photo wall - it was empty.

"Those are some of my private photos." Gu Qingshi noticed her gaze and couldn't help explaining, "Sorry, I can't show you right now."

Sang Yu smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, if I knew it was such a trouble, I would..."

"No trouble." Gu Qing also knew that he was excited, and habitually put on a blank expression, looked at Sang Yu and added: "Those photos are actually not good, if I can, I would like to change them a long time ago." .”

Sang Yu was stared at by her and didn't know what to say, so she whispered after a while: "You are a Libra, I think you want to change all the ugly things."

As she said that, she sneaked a look at Gu Qing again, but what she saw was that the other party was scratching the wound secretly again, and she became anxious in an instant, "Hey, I can't scratch it."

As soon as she exclaimed, Gu Qing subconsciously withdrew her hand, probably also feeling a little embarrassed to be caught for her little habit, "I, I didn't catch it."

Tsk, I'm stuttering, and I still don't admit it.

Sang Yu snorted, turned around and brought ointment and cotton swabs from the medicine box in the cabinet in the living room, grabbed Gu Qingshi's hand, first used the cotton swab to gently wipe the wound back and forth, and then squeezed some new ointment on the wound. above.

The cool ointment was applied on it, which not only penetrated into the newly grown tender flesh of the wound, relieving the itching, but also poured into the heart, soothing her hot and restless.

Gu Qing lowered her head, and Sang Yu was still dabbing on her wound with a cotton swab, obviously the ointment had been applied evenly.

In fact, her Sangsang really took care of people, even more careful than her.

I know that she is ticklish and wants to be scratched, so I am very diligent in applying the medicine for her, and I will patiently scratch her gently with a cotton swab every time.

After all this tossing, by the time the two of them climbed into bed, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Going to bed at eleven o'clock on weekdays, Gu Qingshi, whose schedule is exactly like an alarm clock, still didn't feel sleepy at all, but Sang Yu, a night owl, kept yawning, "I'm so sleepy, I fell asleep."

As soon as she lay down, Sang Yu closed her eyes, but her left hand remembered to hold Gu Qingshi's right hand.

As soon as Sang Yu's hand grabbed hers, Gu Qingshi froze, lying on her back straight, not daring to move at all, she was afraid that if she moved, the other party would let go of her hand.

Fingers intertwined.

In the darkness, the sound of breathing became more and more rhythmic, and Gu Qingshi finally dared to look at his sweetheart fearfully.

"Sang Yu."

no response.

Gu Qingshi's left hand slowly landed between her brows, traced down little by little, and stopped on her lips.

The soft touch on her fingertips was irresistible, she carefully moved her head a little closer, and the nest of rabbits in her heart also woke up scramblingly like in this lonely night, desperately wanting to jump out.

With a short distance, the fragrance that penetrated the tip of the nose became more intense.

Even though they all used the same body wash and shampoo, she could still distinguish the smell of mulberry elm from the fragrance.

That faint scent, like her favorite vanilla ice cream.She had never smelled a fragrance on anyone else.

Gu Qingshi closed her eyes and withdrew her fingers, she thought - secretly taste her human-shaped vanilla ice cream.

"Well……"

Seeing that the lips of the two were about to touch, the person who was sleeping peacefully next to her suddenly turned over towards her, his big furry head rubbed against her shoulder socket, and a white leg came out of it. It got out of the bed and put it around her waist.

It was very intimate.

Gu Qingshi's heartbeat paused for a beat, and then jumped up again.

I don't know how long I slept in this position, my right hand was pressed under my body, and it felt a little numb, Gu Qing moved subconsciously.

"Gu Qingshi..." As a result, when she moved, her hand was held even tighter, and a confused voice came from her ear.

Gu Qing thought that Sang Yu was talking in his sleep, so he didn't reply, and lay still.

After a while, she felt that her hand was loosened, and then there was a rustling sound next to her. When she turned her head, she saw the person next to her get up, and she was leaning on the wall beside her. groping.

With a sound of "pop", the room was immediately brightened up, Gu Qing subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and only took it away when he gradually got used to the light.

Sang Yu was yawning and rubbing her eyes. When she saw her eyes open, she frowned slightly, "I'll give you some more medicine."

Gu Qing turned her head to look at the small alarm clock on the bedside table—it was four o'clock in the morning, and then she looked at the person who was dazedly taking cotton swabs from the cotton swab box. She liked it so much that she didn't know how to like it.

"Sang Yu."

"Ah."

"Sang Yu."

"Ah."

"Sang Yu."

"Huh?" Sang Yu got up very angry. When she didn't get enough sleep, she usually had to lie on the bed for a long time before she became conscious. She was still a little unconscious. When she looked at Gu Qing who kept calling her, she tilted her head with a dazed expression. Impatiently, "I hear you."

Gu Qingshi supported her behind with one hand, raised her upper body, and approached her a little bit, "Are you awake now?"

The deep, gentle, hopeless voice seemed to turn into a group of real ants, gnawing on the limbs and bones, which made people feel numb.

Sang Yu couldn't help but trembled all over. Looking at the person in front of her, she felt that the person's posture and eyebrows made her mouth dry.

So, she said in a strange way: "No."

Gu Qingshi watched her slowly close her eyes, smiled lightly, held her hand and put it on his chest, "Let you have a sweet dream."

Under the thin pajamas, the milky white rabbit is as soft as a ball of cotton.

Sang Yu suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her hands in disbelief. Before she could move her eyes to Gu Qingshi's face, she was covered by the other party.

"Sang Yu, wake up, and the dream will follow."

more importantly--

Sang Yu, I don't want you to see my distraught Meng Lang.

Your love is purely like Plato's spiritual love.

And my liking is different, coveting everything from heart to body.

Love, they say, is restraint.

I'm sorry, I tried my best, but I still can't restrain myself.The last line of defense is to leave respect to you.

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