Chapter 69:

The soft and warm touch of the forehead seems to be still hot, the tip of the nose, and the fingers sliding along Xiao Wanqing, from top to bottom, bringing a terrifying current to the limbs. Lin Xian incredulously opened the eyes of the water, and couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, staring staringly at the soft and water-like Xiao Wanqing in front of his eyes.
In my heart, it seems that there are fireworks blooming one after another.
Bright and dazzling, people can't move their eyes, and they are deafening, so people can't help but feel dazed.
After listening to Xiao Wanqing's soft inquiry, she slowly returned to her mind and raised her hand irresistibly, covering her smooth forehead kissed by Xiao Wanqing, her five fingers gently rubbing past. For a while, she bit her lip and exposed her lovely white scallops. Is it true: "But, Kong Mingdeng stipulates that they should be put together at ten o'clock. Now, it's past time." She cooked Xiaomi from nine o'clock. She stood here after the congee. She looked at the watch once at 9:45, and later became sleepy. Not much thought, she also guessed that it should be outdated.
Xiao Yunqing froze for a moment, and then raised his wrist to watch his watch. Sure enough, it was already half past ten. Her first reaction was, how long did she let Lin Xian alone, waiting in loneliness?
Xiao Wanqing's eyes dimmed and apologized: "I'm sorry for envy, it's rare that we spend the Lantern Festival together, but I... didn't spend a good time with you, and failed to leave you any good memories."
Lin Xian smiled relaxedly, shook his head and thoughtfully said, "It is already the best memory to be able to spend the Lantern Festival with Aunt Xiao. Besides, Aunt Xiao has also prepared a sumptuous dinner, which is influenced by work. After our dinner, Aunt Xiao, you have no choice."
Xiao Wanqing knew that was not the case. She looked at the girl facing her, completely trusting and caring, and felt increasingly guilty. She whispered what she wanted to say, but for a while, she couldn't find the right words awkwardly.
Lin Xian was wronged.
She has gradually noticed in recent days that since Aunt Xiao's work is busy, the whole person seems to be tense, and the state is a little anxious and sensitive. If it was usual, she thought, no matter what, Aunt Xiao should not leave her alone even for politeness at dinner. But she changed her mind and comforted herself. Aunt Xiao regarded herself as herself, so she really let go of her and didn't care about herself too much.
After all, you are different from your guests.
Only those who are close can be unscrupulous.
But after so much self-consolation, Lin Xian alone felt full of food and steaming hot pot, no matter how delicious it was, it still felt boring. After Xiao Wanqing left, she just ate a few bites, stopped the tableware, packed the pots and pans, sorted out the leftovers and returned to the bedroom.
She buried her head in the pillow and felt that everything was different from what she expected and imagined.
As much as you expect, there is as much disappointment.
Zhou Qin sent a text message to care about her, have you finished eating? How about having a holiday at Aunt Xiao's house?
This Lantern Festival, but she firmly stated that she wanted to spend time with Xiao Wanqing, Zhou Qin helped her cover, and dealt with the old people on both sides.
Lin Xian turned over and looked at the heavy night outside the window. He twisted his eyebrows and replied to Zhou Qin said: "Eat, Aunt Xiao has cooked a lot of dishes. We are watching the Lantern Festival together now."
Zhou Qin received the reply, and was relieved, and told her: "Ah, your Aunt Xiao works hard to take a rest on the weekend, so don't make her too late."
Lin Xian chatted with her mother a few times. When she saw no news, she came back and returned to the main page. She looked at the time on her cell phone, thinking that Xiao Wanqing had just taken a few bites, dropped the cell phone, and ran to the study room. She wanted to ask Xiao Wanqing if she wanted to eat something.
Unexpectedly, her concern received for the first time Aunt Xiao's impatient refusal: "Envy, I will wait until my work is finished."
Actually, it's not fierce at all. Aunt Xiao is too gentle, and her worst tone is nothing but sound, no longer gentle. But listening in Lin Xian's ears, like a sharp blade, straightened her heart.
Lin Xian raised his hand to knock on the door and immediately froze. The tenderness of his heart seemed to be poured down relentlessly by a cold pot of cold water. With the sadness of being unconsciously overwhelmed by the coldness for days, she let her heart suddenly Pangs of grievances rose up impatiently, and her eyes soured sourly.
But like a person, maybe, make a person inexplicably weak, but also inexplicably strong.
She was still worried about Xiao Wanqing's body and her delicate stomach. Eventually, she just wiped off a drop of grievance tears from the corners of her eyes, sucked her nose, and promised Xiao Wanqing a "good". Then, she turned to the kitchen and prepared Xiao Mi Qing porridge for Xiao Wanqing.
She was alone in the kitchen, with her back to the dim light, scouring the rice, and her tears could not help falling down. Obviously, Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything excessively, and the tone was actually just a little colder, but she just felt very sad.
She accused her incessantly that Aunt Xiao was good or bad, especially bad. She had never cared so much and treated her so well, but Aunt Xiao didn't know anything about it and didn't appreciate it at all. She didn't even know how difficult it was to stay and spend a Lantern Festival with her. I didn't know how much she expected. Today's Lantern Festival.
But she also knew that Xiao Wanqing was not wrong at all. Aunt Xiao did not know that she liked her. Even if she knew it, Aunt Xiao had no obligation to respond to her equal enthusiasm. It was herself, glass heart.
But now, all the grievances and sadness have disappeared in Xiao Wanqing's warm kiss and soft scrape. Lin Xian even forgot how sad she was just now, listening to Xiao Wanqing's apology, just thinking about letting her not frown or guilt.
She wanted to change the subject, so she forgot the disappointment and pain she had just refused, and asked Xiao Wanqing again: "Then...Aunt Xiao, are you hungry? Would you like to craft?"
Xiao Wanqing stared at her softly, and finally smiled with her lips: "Naturally it is necessary."
In the restaurant, Lin Xiansheng put two small bowls of warm porridge on the table, sitting opposite Xiao Wanqing, watching her pick up the spoon with a frown, scooping up the porridge and sending it to the mouth.
After a while, Xiao Wanqing swallowed, stretched her eyebrows, and praised her as she wished: "Delicious, envy is getting more and more powerful now, as well as 18 kinds of cooking skills."
Lin Xian was satisfied, covering her eyes with her hands shyly, and said in a humble way: "You are not as powerful as Aunt Xiao." She paused and said softly, "But if Aunt Xiao doesn't dislike you, Me, I often cook it for you in the future, OK?"
In Xiao Qing's eyes, the stars rippled like waves of water. She narrowed her eyes and promised the girl softly: "Okay, then I would like to thank Envy first." She took another sip and ate the smell of red beans. She dubiously turned the millet porridge with a spoon and asked Lin Xian: " Envy, how can there be so many whole grains in the family?"
Lin Xian grinned proudly and said frankly: "After that, Aunt Xiao, you had a stomachache and went to work. I checked the recipe for nourishing the stomach and bought it in the supermarket." She grumbled her mouth and complained halfway: "But Later, Aunt Xiao, you worried about my hands and didn't give me a chance to show me."
Xiao Wanqing accidentally heard this irritating answer, staring at the girl's beautiful and clean face, and her heart was soft for a while.
How can she be able to get Lin Xian care and consideration.
In fact, in her pale life, to be able to meet such a beautiful and pure Lin Xian again, and then add a bright color to her life, it is already considered, destiny cares for her.
Even though she is not qualified to fall in love with Lin Xian, Lin Xian is so kind and willing to treat her as such a close elder, so thoughtful and thoughtless.
For her humble and shameless crush.
It is already very generous and kind.
Xiao Wanqing's nose was a little sour, and his voice was dumb as he suppressed the choked throat. She whispered back to Lin Xian: "Xian Xian, there is no need to care about this. Stomach hurts, only occasional small things happen."
Lin Xian immediately retorted dissatisfiedly: "How can the matter of the body be a trivial matter!" She paused for a moment, endured something she hadn't asked for several days, and then suddenly came up again. She hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Aunt Xiao, you...you had a stomachache that day, did you eat the food I cooked in the refrigerator in the middle of the night?"
Xiao Yunqing was still moving. Hearing Lin Xian's jumping question, he was inexplicably astonished and ashamed as if he had been caught in a bad situation and was caught. She unconsciously flicked her hair in her ears and denied embarrassingly and shyly: "No... no."
Compared with her disguise on weekdays, this time her denial is really not very clever. Lin Xian heard the hesitation in Xiao Yunqing's tone at once, and laughed out loud, and affirmed: "Aunt Xiao, you lie!" She sighed and said, "I know, are you afraid of my guilt?" Just don’t tell me?"
When she had lunch at noon that day, she discovered that when she opened the refrigerator to heat up the food, the food she made yesterday disappeared. The first reaction, she went to the kitchen trash can. Sure enough, there were scattered and scattered results of her hard work yesterday.
She squatted by the trash can, and the grievances and sadness overwhelmed. There are only two people in the family, it is only possible that Aunt Xiao personally fell in the morning. But after one night, can I only get treatment like entering the trash can?
Lin Xian's nose was sour, and looking at the leftover dumplings in the trash bin was cold, as if looking at his own heart that was abandoned by Xiao Yunqing. But looking at it, she gradually felt wrong. Why does the portion of each dish seem to be wrong?
She stood up all at once, went to the kitchen counter to pick up a chopstick, and then returned to the trash can, looking like a pervert, carefully looking at the residue in the trash can, turning it over, the curvature of her lips Then it got deeper and deeper. Finally, I sat on the floor and laughed silly holding the trash can.
Great sorrow and great joy, but so.
Later, she was afraid of Xiao Wanqing's embarrassment, so she kept refusing to ask. But today, she couldn't bear it after all. Guess, too sweet, she is no match for herself, she still wants to hear a positive answer from Xiao Wanqing's mouth, and let herself eat the sugar down to earth.
Xiao Yunqing saw that Lin Xian had guessed it, and pursed her lips, so she was embarrassed to admit: "Well, I, I was a little hungry in the middle of the night, so I got up to eat." With the opportunity to declare it to my mouth: "Because it's so delicious, I can't help but eat a little more, so my stomach hurts."
She teased Lin Xian and said, "If you want to come, you should blame you, how can you make it so delicious." Her long eyelashes flickered like a thin, soft brush, sultryly brushing Lin Xian's heart.
Lin Xian was blamed by the innocent, but he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he was like a little dog who had rubbed his belly comfortably after rubbing his feet. He was so happy that he didn't shake his tail.
She stared at Xiao Wanqing's rosy red lips glowing under the lights, swallowed, looked away, and looked at Xiao Wanqing's pale cheeks. She thought of the kiss that Xiao Yunqing had printed on her forehead. The slender five fingers placed on both sides of the porcelain bowl were gathered and released, and reciprocated several times, still unable to withstand the desire of her heart, she gathered courage and stood up.
She walked beside her with a smirk under Xiao Yuanqing's doubtful eyes. Then, in Xiao Wanqing's consternation, she hugged her delicate body with her hands, and teased softly: "Aunt Xiao, why are you so greedy and so cute." He leaned down and quickly chirped a warm kiss on Xiao Wanqing's tender cheeks.
The touch on the lips is really wonderful.
Xu Shi's heart longing was too long for too long, so that he just kissed his face, Lin Xian felt that he, throbbing, trembling, legs, and even soft.
She felt Xiao Wanqing trembling in shock, and then, crimson, at the speed visible to the naked eye, flooded her cheeks, red to pitiful little ears.
Xiao Yunqing stiffly stood like a poor little girl who was stolen by the Dengtu prodigal son, and stuttered softly to call her: "Envy...Envy..."
Lin Xianhuan hugged her, and her heart collapsed softly.
She thought she was so lucky—
A person who can fall in love with such a gentle and lovely.
She can take Mount Fuji privately with love.
Once, now, and even in the future, because of falling in love with her, you must suffer a little more from the pain and depression of a crush.
Be grateful, no regrets.