HIS ONE SEE QING XIN - Chapter 52 PREPAREDNESS

Next door, Murphy’s house.

Two handsome teenagers are lying by the window smoking.

“She’s like a cat I picked up, I get a little closer and she backs off, she comes to stick to me and it depends on her mood, she’s more like a cat that was abused by her last owner, defensive, yet wants to stay by my side.” Mo Fei looked down at a pedestrian walking downstairs on the road, the man gave him a sense of loneliness in the form of a single person.

“It takes time,” Gu Ji inhaled a mouthful of smoke and exhaled, looking into his eyes, which were hollow at the moment, like he was thinking about something, “You guys need time, and Yan Qing needs security more.”

Gu Ji heard Shi Jie talk about the divorce of Yan Qing’s parents, said Yan Qing was watching her parents go from affectionate to strangers, she subconsciously may think that love relationships will have a day to say goodbye, and the safest choice is not to start.

Mo Fei’s ears caught the word “security” and suddenly remembered what happened to Yan Qing at her school and the reason she fought so hard to be strong, wasn’t that what brought her enough security for herself?

He suddenly realized, she did not feel safe, he gave her is.

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The next morning, Shijie sent a text message to Gu Ji: we are ready to go out.

The two of them are wearing makeup today, Shijie wearing a set of avocado colored halter top and pleated skirt, a pair of white flat bottom single shoes, and chest of lazy curly black hair casually cascading, full of small sexy.

Yan Qing is the usual super A wind, a black pumping pleated undershirt that shows the arms, the hem is rolled up, full of design, with high-waisted black five-part pants, suit fabric texture, a pair of black flip-flop shoes, black medium-length socks, she also wore natural soft straight hair, but she wore a black fisherman’s hat, the overall look cool and handsome style.

They both opened the door, Gu Chi and Mo Fei have been waiting at the door, the two or the usual style, Gu Chi on the side of minimalist casual style, white sleeves round-neck t-shirt with light-colored jeans, trouser legs tied up with black and white classic AJ high-top shoes.

Mo Fei wore a dark blue and black Parisian simple logo short-sleeved shirt, also with a black five-point pants, a pair of classic black Converse high-top canvas shoes.

Yan Qing opened the door, a glance to see many days have not spoken Mo Fei, the two eyes collided, and both moved away, and coincidentally, the two dressing style looks like a couple of clothes, all black, a symbol of abstinence.

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The town of Lusen is located on the outskirts of the city, saying it is a town, more like a resort, the town features that is each B&B, are carefully designed by the operators.

There are several B&Bs with their own swimming pools, and Gu Ji chose one of them because Shi-jae asked him to teach swimming.

“Wow, it’s so comfortable.” Shi-jae defied the image and laid down in a big figure on the round jingle cat bed.

Gu Chi walked behind, then put her and his bag on the bench, and then looked at her snow-white thin legs, almost couldn’t resist.

Originally, Gu Chi was planning to have a room for him and Mo Fei, and one for Shi-jie and Yan Qing, who knew that Mo Fei had greeted him in advance and said that he and Yan Qing had a room.

Gu Chi thought that Shi-jie would refuse, he did not expect her to agree, her reason is to give them a chance to talk properly.

How can this be done! You can see it, but you can’t touch it. Not a test of his stamina!

He did not care about the three or seven, once the things were put, he went to the end of the bed, then one leg kneeling on the bed, one leg between his legs, hands propped up on both sides of her arms, eyes looking at her in a daze: “Shi Jiejie, you do not treat me as a man.”

“How do I not treat you as a man?!” She put her hands on her chest and blocked.

Gu Ji sized her up from top to bottom before withdrawing his gaze to look at her eyes, “You’re lying in front of me like this, are you taking Laoshi’s eyes blind?”

Shijie looked at her legs: “It seems to be not quite right,” she pushed him, “then you get up and get away.”

“I don’t!”

“Get up!”

“I won’t!”

“Get up, get up, get up, get up!” Shi-jae closed her eyes and hit him with her hands and feet.

He grabbed her flailing wrists and lifted them above her head, pressed his legs against hers, and kissed her directly.

He cured her of her punches and kicks, then she closed her eyes and responded to him.

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The air between Yan Qing and Mo Fei is chilly compared to the passionate fire on this side, even though this hot day, but also feel cool, perhaps the air conditioner is too low by Mo Fei’s reason.

Mo Fei is sitting on the balcony in a hanging chair playing games, while Yan Qing is sitting on her bed flipping through microblogs.

Yes, their room is a standard room with two beds.

Since the sun is quite strong, so they are each first in the room to cool off.

Mo Fei was distracted by the game, losing three in a row, he was a bit bored, so he unbuttoned the first and second buttons of his shirt with one hand, vaguely visible sunken collarbone, then opened the window, lit a cigarette and held it between his right index finger and middle finger.

“Give me one.” Yan Qing sat on the edge of the bed with her legs stretched, still sliding upwards in her hand, without raising her head.

Mo Fei put down his phone, walked next to her, and put the tip of the freshly lit cigarette in his hand on her lips.

She still didn’t look up, but her right index and middle fingers held the cigarette, took a puff, then dropped her arm and shook the ashes in the trash can next to her.

Mo Fei stood in place with his hands in his pockets, watching this consistent action of hers, then his left hand pinched her wrist that was about to be put to her mouth, and his right thumb and index finger took off the cigarette she was holding: “Only one puff.”

Only then did she look up at him, not speaking.

She put down the phone and stood up, her right wrist was still squeezed in his hand, she tried to break free and go to Shi-jie.

Mo Fei, however, squeezed it to death, took two puffs of his cigarette and didn’t look at her, looking at the starburst flame of the cigarette and asked, “Yan Qing, what do you take me for?”

This is the third time he asked this question.

“Friend!” This time she did not remain silent or change the subject, and almost immediately said the answer when he asked it.

The cigarette burned to the end, he let go of her hand and bent down to put it out in the ashtray on the bedside table while saying, “Okay.”

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