Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji - Chapter 1807

A Yao blinked, and before he could speak, he frowned, and next time he turned his face to the side, he sneered heavily and sneezed.

Qing’er was so angry and funny, he quickly drew a few tissues and handed him: “I’m telling you to do it again. You must come running in the rain, now you’re all right? Have you caught a cold?”

He silently took the tissue and covered his nose, his eyes thicker and more pitiful.

“Sister Qing’er…” he finally spoke, his voice a little dumb, “you are far away from me, lest I be infected…”

“You’re a cold that came out of cold, not flu, you can’t infect me.” Qinger glared at him and poured him a cup of hot water.

A Yao took it, and was very obedient.

“Isn’t your body very good? It was very fierce on the basketball court that day.” Qinger poured another cup of hot water and handed it to him. He couldn’t help but sarcasm him, “Who knows it’s so useless, Sick after a rain?”

He pursed his lips and looked up at her, his eyes stubborn and wronged.

Qing’er couldn’t bear such a look, and he couldn’t help getting angry: “You don’t pretend to be pitiful! Say, did you deliberately shower a rain for me to see, so that my heart is soft?”

“Then… cough cough cough cough…” He was interrupted by a series of coughs as soon as he spoke.

“You slow down!” Qing’er leaned forward subconsciously and patted his back. He took the opportunity to stretch out an arm from the blanket and hugged her, and his chin rested on her neck. It took a while to slow down.

“Then… Is sister Qing’er soft-hearted?” His thin lips were close to her pinna, his voice was hoarse, and his breath was unstable.

But the hot air from her breath was sprayed all over Qinger’s cheeks and ears, and Qinger was a little uncomfortable, but when the teenager in her arms was weak, she was not good at pushing him away, but she became more and more angry. : “You have done it yourself, why should I be soft-hearted!”

He didn’t speak, just sniffed his nose, and didn’t know if it was uncomfortable, or was trying to restrain tears.

Qinger’s heart beats: “A Yao, you…you won’t cry again?”

“No.” His voice was muffled. “Sister Qing’er won’t hurt me anyway. What’s the use of crying?”

Qing’er almost laughed.

This dead boy…is arrogant again…

“Okay, then I’m sorry to distress you.” Qinger patted his shoulder to appease, “You haven’t answered me yet, what are you afraid of.”

If he just eats jealously, even if he defames Ling Yunzheng, Qinger can understand it, but today his behavior has completely exceeded her understanding.

This kid’s possessiveness is too much…

“…I’m afraid Sister Qing’er ran away with him.” His voice was even duller and more hoarse.

“Can you have some confidence in me?” Qinger was dissatisfied.

Is she so easily abducted by men?

“Yes…Sister Qing’er never gave me confidence.” His voice was more grievous, “Sister Qinger, do you like me?”

Qinger was suddenly dumb.

For a while, she was a little embarrassed: “Aren’t you very determined before? Why are you coming to ask me now?”

“I want to hear Sister Qing’er say it personally.” The teenager let go of her slightly, raised his face, and looked at her, the misty black eyes were more urgent and anxious.