: Round 31 (below)

At three o'clock in the morning, Wan Lai was quiet, the moonlight was dim, and the stars were sparse. The whole earth fell asleep, but Kangxi didn't sleep at all. For a mouse that fell into the rice tank, sleeping was a luxury.
He is the mouse, and Mijia is the rice tank.
It is a pity that the rice in the tank cannot be "eaten" for the time being, and at most it will smell.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, but the bed under him was like a nail, which made him toss and turn, and finally he could only sit up.
It's the most undesirable to think wildly at this time, because it is easy to cause unnecessary impulses. The more this is, the more uncontrolled imagination in the brain ... What does it look like when sleeping?
Suddenly, thinking of her pinkish white waist and flat belly without a trace of fat, a warm current immediately poured into the body, rushed to the head, and when he came back, he had climbed off the bed with hands and feet.
He told himself that although the weather is warm now, it is very cold at night. As a gratitude for staying, he is going to confirm that her quilt is covered, and the woman can't stand the cold.
The sounding reasons and the increasingly clear fantasy in his brain became the most effective driving force, prompting him to leave the house.
There was some darkness in the hall. He didn't find the right direction for a while, but he wiped it out again, quietly leaking from the gap under the door of the study.
He frowned, looking suspiciously, and looked at the master bedroom, the door opened unguardedly, which was not the style of a blame.
So late, what is she doing in the study?
He walked to the door of the study and listened for a while. He was quiet inside, but occasionally he could hear the confidant's words.
"The first deceased person was 50 years old, male, vice president of Kunhua University. Cause of death: genital mutilation was cut off, and excessive blood loss caused death. The second deceased person was 48 years old, male, professor of the Department of Chemistry of Chenguang University. Cause of death: hydrochloric acid corrosion. The third deceased person is 48 years old, male, professor of photography at Yuying Communication University, cause of death ... "
Despite her whispering and pleasant voice, Kangxi was stunned by the cause of death of the first deceased scalp, and this method of death would be uncomfortable as long as the man heard it.
Jing Sa's sentence "There is no pervert, only more perverted", he suddenly felt the same.
However, even if you are abnormal, you have to sleep, and most of you are still working at midnight.
Should he praise her for her work? Or kick the door and talk to her about the importance of sleep? He chose the latter decisively, but the rude behavior of kicking the door did not meet his rules of conduct.
He bent his fingers and tapped the door of the study.
The sound of "Boom!" Seemed particularly clear in the silent night. The glutinous rice and sesame seeds sleeping in the corner were awakened, and the four green eyes in the darkness faced him, and I remembered the situation.
Kangxi booed, and the two big dogs nestled back again, sticking out their big tongues, and didn't come over to make trouble, and continued to nest quietly on the mat.
It took a while before a wicked response came from: "Come.in!"
He raised his eyebrows, why didn't he speak English, didn't think about it, and opened the door.
In the study, the light was bright and soft. He sat cross-legged on the floor and wore an oversized T-shirt. The collar was also somewhat large and skewed to reveal her white right shoulder. Under the T-shirt was a pair of sports shorts. Sitting cross-legged, only revealing a pair of lovely and beautiful feet, even if the dress is loose, the curve of her body can still make the man very excited.
Under the light, her face looked very moist, giving him the urge to touch. The small face with a big slap was now wearing a pair of large black glasses, with a ponytail on the back of the head, like a pure College Students.
In front of her was a huge whiteboard, which was filled with various materials and photos. Due to the angle, he could not see the photos clearly. According to the cause of death she just said, he decided that these photos would not be easy to see where to go.
The ground was also covered with various pictures and information printed on A4 paper. She was biting the pen barrel and thinking about it. She didn't notice that he was the one who came in. Instead she reached out and grabbed a cup and handed it to him.
"Bob, a.cuppa.joe!" Bob, give me a cup of coffee!
Kangxi changed his face at the moment, and he also became an elder, just like some kind of four-legged beast-a horse.
Although her English is very colloquial and is a purely American way of speaking, he can understand that his father is a captain, his sister is an aviation worker, and English is a second language in his home.
She was too focused on thinking and completely forgot that she was no longer in the FBI.
Usually, Bob will ask her professionally: "A. Panna?"
American? White coffee? Or Campana?
These are the three coffees she drinks the most, only when dealing with cases, so the varieties are all clear coffee.
She did not wait for a familiar answer, but a chilling sentence: "Who.is.Bob?"
She turned back subconsciously, and Kangxi stood straight at the door. She looked like a child who did n’t want sugar. Because of the limitations of the types of goods in the supermarket, she did n’t buy a suitable pajamas for him and picked a cotton mass. The style, color and style are a bit rustic, but he wears out the domineering president's aura, that is, the pants are too short, and he was suddenly put into 7-point pants. In the eyes, it is inexplicably a little funny.
She bent her lips: "How did you wake up?"
But he still tangled with the question just now: "Who.is.Bob?" The pronunciation is pure, and the original accent cannot be heard at all.
The name Bob is very common in the United States, mostly used by men. Even if you do n’t sleep in the middle of the night to handle a case, you still remember other men. Is n’t this adding to him?
In an instant, the joy of falling into the rice tank was completely suppressed by the bubbling sour taste.
Luang put the cup back on the ground, which questioned the sour tone.
"He is my former colleague." She did not hide it because it was true.
Bob is a member of the crime analysis team. Her former subordinates and her parents opened a well-regarded coffee shop. He also makes coffee himself, so every time she thinks about the case, his coffee becomes a necessity.
"Just a colleague?" He seriously doubted that Bob was her fiance.
"Yeah, otherwise?"
No sorrow, no nostalgia, but a very calm statement, his chest sore finally stopped, and suddenly a little annoyed himself, just behaved too immature, jealous, just put it in my heart, there is no need to let her know.
He coughed and adjusted his mind, "How late is it, why don't you sleep?"
He pointed to the whiteboard, "I'm working."
"It's 3 o'clock in the morning. Do you need to be so desperate?" He walked over, preparing to carry her back to bed.
She stretched out her hand suddenly, palms toward him, "Stop! No more steps!"
He stepped out and immediately stopped in the air, "What's wrong?"
She stood up and stood in front of him, "Police handling cases, idle people waiting to avoid!"
Idlers and so on?
He is nothing but a waiter, and he will not admit it at this point, "You are not a policeman, you are an instructor."
He was too lazy to talk to him and pushed him out directly, "Go to sleep, don't forget that you are a big star and you can't have dark circles."
He was pushed back by her, and she couldn't help seeing that there was a bottle of soothing nerve fluid on the bookshelf-used to treat insomnia. It was well hidden, but he could see it from this angle.
Knowing her past, he carefully studied the symptoms of PTSD. One was to avoid doing things that would irritate her and make her condition worse. The other was that he wanted to find a way to cure her. Insomnia is one of the symptoms of PTSD, but Limiao has always been very spiritual, and there is no performance that a long-term insomniac should have.
Is he wrong?
He clasped her shoulders and stared at her eyes and asked, "Lord, are you insomnia?"
Sure enough, Limiao distracted his eyes, and did not look at him directly, "No!"
In spite of being decisive, her sight betrayed her.
Suddenly, he was so angry that the woman hadn't taken care of herself. He decided not to talk to her and just take measures.
"Ah!" After a horrified scream, 皛 皛 was hugged horizontally by him, and he moved quickly and accurately.
"What are you doing? Let me down!"
She shoved him hard, and the ponytail in the back of the head flicked to his face. His dark hair was light, and he smelled it lightly, straight into the nose, making his hand tremble.
"Obey!" He glared at her, but the tone was soft as if she were a feather.
"You bothered me to work!" She thumped him. After a few thumps, she suddenly realized that she had never thought of using martial arts against Kangxi, which made her a little stunned.
"Work is done during the day, and it is used to sleep at night."
She didn't like others gesticulating about her life, and she suddenly got angry, and immediately forgot why she did not use force against Kangxi.
"I don't want to sleep." She glared.
"Come on, insomnia is a disease!" He wanted her to understand that good health is no play.
"I have no insomnia!" She insisted not admitting.
Kangxi didn't confront her hard, and changed her rhetoric, saying: "Well, you didn't suffer from insomnia, it was me who suffered from insomnia. We just discussed the importance of healthy work and rest."
She couldn't refute it, so she had to punch him harder.
Kangxi took her out of the study and walked to her bedroom. She originally wanted to throw her directly to the bed, but when she looked down at her, he was not calm, because she was still angry, and her red lips twitched slightly, like familiar The little cherry, waiting for someone to pick up, the black eyes glowed with anger, slightly flamboyant, radiating the charm that he had never seen before, really like a pearl, halo, beautiful jade, the bed was near, it looked like Soft and warm, exuding a strong temptation.
He felt that the willpower was rapidly collapsing, and quickly retreated from the room!
"What are you doing?" Is it fun to hug like this?
In the end, he chose the sofa in the living room. After sitting down, he still held her and forced her to sit on his lap.
This time she was not calm, this posture was too ambiguous, her hand was lying on his chest, and the temperature of his palm came slightly from his palm.
He stroked her head and pressed it gently against his chest. "I used to suffer from insomnia ..."
She looked up, apparently distrusting him, "Nonsense!"
"Hum, didn't you just say that, I was insomnia ..." He looked at her with a grin.
She was blocked again.
"Let's try a treatment for insomnia."
"Count the sheep?" It can be seen that she did this before.
"When you have insomnia, do the sheep count English or Chinese?"
"Chinese, is there anything wrong?"
Insomnia started after returning home, when she was forcing herself to speak Chinese, naturally using "sheep"!
"This is a method invented by Westerners, but Westerners use sheep to hypnotize and use the subconscious!"
She couldn't figure out what he was going to say, and he was really discussing it.
"You see, sheep's English is close to sheep and sleep, so counting sheep actually repeats to yourself: Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Chinese sheep and sleep have no homophonic relationship, so it will not be useful no matter how you count. "
She was stunned. When he said so, she suddenly felt very reasonable.
"What are you counting?"
"Sleeping Chinese homonym, the closest thing is dumplings, so the same reasonably proves that we should count dumplings, one dumpling, two dumplings, three dumplings ..."
With a black thread, he gave him a hard blow, "I will play tricks on my lips and make fun of me!"
What number of dumplings go to sleep, the more clearly the more ... hungry!
Thinking about it, she felt funny again, and unconsciously bent the corner of her mouth, and she suddenly lost her breath.
She smiled at him and must admit that in her 26 years of life, she had never met a man like him. It was so unique. A string in her heart jumped a note, which made her panic. Panic.
"If dumplings are useless, I have other ways."
She stupidly didn't know how to respond, and the string seemed to be more fierce.
When she found out, her face was close to his chest, and she could clearly hear his clanging heartbeat.
Boom ... Boom ... Boom ... Boom ...
Listening to every heartbeat, her heart will feel full as if something is about to overflow, warm and safe.
Boom ... Boom ... Boom ... Boom ...
She closed her eyes and counted its rhythm.
Boom ... Boom ... Boom ... Boom ...
The strong and powerful pulse made her more and more at ease, as if lying in the cradle.
Kangxi raised his head slightly, his face calm and serene, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile—she fell asleep!
"Lord, I'm pretty sure that you are in love with me!"
He bowed his head, his beautiful face slowly and close, kissed her unguarded lips with infinite tenderness, nibbled gently, and sucked softly, as if she was the most precious priceless treasure.
"Although only a little ..."
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Ha ha, the queen was taken away from her first kiss in her sleep ...
Congratulations, Long live ... Do n’t ask me how well the queen is sleeping. Change your direction. If you want Long live to kiss you like this, you ca n’t wake up if you pretend to sleep in 94.