Chapter 62:

A strange thought flashed through Xu Qiao's heart, but this thought was quickly overwhelmed by Cheng Lang's warm lips and tongue.
She couldn't think anymore, her body sank with the soft sofa, and her two hands held his bathrobe feebly--no one knew which corner it was, she became dizzy again.
However, Cheng Lang seemed to have gradually grasped the measure, and from time to time he gave her extra air to remind her in a low voice: "Open your mouth and breathe."
His voice seemed to reach her ears through chaotic water. She did so in a daze.
Cheng Lang has survived the most uncomfortable period of onset, from desperate aggression to gradually slowing down the rhythm, splitting his mind to comfort her.
His kiss became delicate, and between tossing and turning, the thumbs rubbed her cheek over and over again, like silent love words.
Xu Qiao was pleased by these small movements and hooked his neck.
Cheng Lang's arms around her waist tightened slightly, and asked her in a low voice during a short separation: "Is it you?"
He is inviting her to take the initiative.
"Don't...!" Xu Qiao turned her head away from his hot eyes.
Cheng Lang gently pressed her lower lip, smiled and said, "Then I will continue."
"Do I have such a good kiss?" Xu Qiao raised his hand to block him, his eyes seemed to be covered in a mist of water and light, and the rhetorical question he said was also like an intimate anger.
"Yeah." Cheng Lang answered and kissed deeply.
He knew this was a bit greedy, but he was really not sure when it would be next time.
The various indicators of physical condition often slowly improve after reaching an unbearable limit. Now he has finally passed the hardest moment and his symptoms are alleviating. He does not want to miss this opportunity.
And Xu Qiao obviously couldn't refuse him.
After all, it is pleasant to watch a man feel crazy about himself. Especially when she found out that she liked him very much.
The stars outside the window were lonely, and the floor lamp inside the room was emitting a dim yellow light. They wetted each other endlessly on the sofa, as if it would not be bright.

When Xu Qiao woke up early the next morning, there were scenes from last night in his head like a movie.
She couldn't remember how long the two kissed, she only vaguely remembered that she couldn't sit still, and the whole person slipped down. Cheng Lang simply lay down and put her in his arms, and then they started talking about the itinerary for the next day, just While talking, he suddenly kissed her emotionally again, and then intermittently, maybe two or three hours, or more.
The two who should have taken a break early because of the jet lag, were irritated by hormones and became completely sleepy. When it was late at night in London, she cried out that she was sleepy, and Cheng Lang finally took her back to the room.
She was so tossed that she touched her pillow and fainted. Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to perceive him lightly branding a comforting kiss on her forehead.
Xu Qiao pulled the quilt up and covered his face, kicking her feet shyly.
After pedaling for a while, she glanced at the rising sun outside the veil, got up gently, and opened the door.
The living room was quiet and empty, and the door to the opposite bedroom was wide open. Cheng Lang should have left.
Yesterday, Zhang Hongjun asked him to coax his angry grandfather early this morning, so the two split up during the day: he went to pick up his grandfather, and she invited Yu Jin from Milan to exchange works with seniors from the local jewelry association.
The exchange time was in the afternoon. Before that, she had a private plan to hide from Cheng Lang-let Yu Jin accompany her to pick gifts for Cheng Lang's family.
Xu Qiao went through today's busy schedule in his head, dare not to waste time, got up and went to the bathroom to wash.
When I was about to brush my teeth, I looked up and was frightened three steps back by the person in the mirror.
she was! of! mouth! How! What! swollen! Up!
Xu Qiao looked at her thin lips that were so tender that they could pinch water out of disbelief. They were as thick as a perverted spicy crayfish, and their color was still red.
"Cheng Lang, you are a pervert!" Xu Qiao shook the house three times with a shout, turned around and picked up his mobile phone to dial his phone.
"Wake up?" The phone was connected by seconds, and Cheng Lang's voice sounded with an "after-the-fact" gentleness.
But this is useless.
"Doggougou! Are you a dog! I'm out of sight!" Xu Qiao stomped and cursed.
As soon as Cheng Lang received his grandfather, he was so excited by the cry of the earth-shattering that he took his phone far away. After turning down the volume, he moved the receiver to his ear again: "Where is the picture broken?"
Xu Qiao faced the mirror weakly and said depressed: "The mouth is swollen..."
Cheng Lang was stunned, seemingly surprised: "Swollen?"
When he took her back to the room last night, the lights were dim, and he did not pay attention. Before going out this morning, he didn't enter her room to avoid waking her.
"It's all swollen into a trumpet flower!" Xu Qiao squeezed her hair without tears, "What should I do, I still have to see people!"
"Don't worry, take a picture and I will ask the doctor."
"?" He was going to ask the doctor with a close-up of her mouth—what should I do if I kissed my girlfriend like this?
And this doctor is probably Song Mian...
"Dare you! You have to dare to show it to others, from then on I will walk my Yangguan Road, and you will cross your single-plank bridge!"
After a brief silence, Cheng Lang thought for a while and said: "I didn't think about it well, can you show it to me? I judge whether the problem is serious or not. If you don't need medical treatment, I will ask the front desk to send you a mask. You wore a mask to go out today, and told someone that you had a cold. Is that okay?"
"What is it like wearing a mask to communicate? Forget it, I will make up and cover myself, what's the use of your boyfriend!" She hung up the phone, "Hang up!"
After washing up and eating breakfast, Xu Qiao sat down in front of the makeup mirror and used eighteen martial arts to save her beauty.
"Dornflower" is of course an exaggeration, but it is also a technical job to completely rely on makeup to hide a trace of it.
Xu Qiao spent more than an hour putting on makeup, half of which was wasted on this mouth.
During the period, Cheng Lang sent some medical advice materials and asked the front desk to deliver masks and medicines for external and internal use.
But Xu Qiaogang covered her mouth so much that she really didn’t want to put on lipstick and concealer again. He left the external medicine on the table and did not move. He only took apart the internal medicine. It seemed that it could be eaten without any illness. Vitamin tablets, used to reduce fire.
She turned her head and looked for the kettle. When she found it on the coffee table in the living room, her gaze flicked and saw that there were several crumpled tissues piled in the trash can by the sofa last night.
She never used paper towels in the living room. The first reaction was strange: What did Cheng Lang wipe? Use so much paper?
Wouldn't he solve his physical problems after kissing her?
Xu Qiao jumped away suddenly, looked at the trash can with disgust, her heart beating wildly.
Then jumping around, she rejected the guess again.
Don’t the monkeys rush to solve them in the living room?
She picked up the kettle to pour water, and suddenly remembered something.
Oh, is it sweat?
Speaking of it, he did sweat a lot last night, and it was twice in a row, once after he carried her upstairs when she was asleep, and once after kissing her on the sofa.
Hey, why does this man sweat so much every time he has with her?
It was the same when holding her at home before, and also when holding her hand in the cinema.
Is her charm so big that it makes people so boiling?
Yu Jinfa came to the news, saying that she had arrived at the hotel lobby. Xu Qiao hurriedly put on her high heels and went downstairs. After meeting with Cheng Lang, she seemed a little absent-minded because of her incomprehensible doubt about Cheng Lang.
Before meeting her, Yu Jin heard her talk about going to the mall today to pick gifts for Cheng Lang’s family. He thought she was worried about this. After greeting each other a few words, he started to enlighten her and teach her. Some experience of going to boyfriend’s house for the first time.
Because buying gifts was not hiding Cheng Lang's itinerary, Xu Qiao told the driver that she would date her little sister alone, and then took a taxi to the mall with Yu Jin.
Along the way, she listened to Yu Jin's experience with one mind, but she always felt that something was wrong in her heart.
She has never seen a pig run, and has eaten pork anyway. She knows that a man may sweat when he is emotional, but it should never be a cold sweat with a pale face.
Cheng Lang's sweating after kissing her for the first time last night, on the contrary, looked a bit like "motion sickness" when he was on a sightseeing bus at school that day.
That is an abnormal condition.
Moreover, he didn't seem to want to be discovered by her.
Last night, whether he was in the cinema a while ago, he always blindfolded her, or used other topics to divert her attention when she was in doubt.
Whether he was at school or was hurt by her accidentally caught in the apartment on New Year's Eve before, he always avoided seeking medical attention and insisted that he was fine.
A lot of fragmentary pictures that didn't feel wrong at the time were assembled together in my heart. It seems that all of them prove that Cheng Lang's body has a problem, and it is not a day or two.
When Xu Qiao thought about this place, her heart was pounding very fast, and many bad thoughts burst into her head.
He won't have any terrible terminal illness...
After arriving at the mall and picking a circle of gifts, Yu Jin saw that her face was not pretty, and asked her what was wrong.
She was really upset and went to the bathroom with excuses that she was not feeling well during her period.
Yujin found a lounge to wait for her.
When Xu Qiao walked into the bathroom, her hands were shaking, and she picked up her mobile phone in the compartment to search for related conditions.
Kidney deficiency? She shook her head. It's just that you hug your little hands and don't be like that.
Myocardial ischemia? She shook her head again. The timing of the illness is not right.
Sweat gland disease? She shook her head again. His symptoms were accompanied by shortness of breath and his face turned pale.
Xu Qiao thinks that the keywords entered may not be accurate enough, and the range of answers is too large.
She described Cheng Lang's specific symptoms and the timing of his onset in detail, and searched again, and then a term that she had only seen in the adolescent Marisu novels popped out-femininity.
Fear of women?
Xu Qiao subconsciously prepared to shake her head for the fourth time, and suddenly stopped halfway through.
Although it was incredible, she couldn't find a reason to veto by shaking her head.
Except for the accident at school that day, which she didn't understand, at the rest of the time, every abnormality of him seemed to be accurately covered by this mental illness.
Moreover, this also explains why a man like Cheng Lang who has money, power, beauty and double quotient does not start dating for the first time until he is twenty-seven.
It also explained that at first, why he resolutely rejected her after mistakenly thinking that she was an opengirl who would move him.
"No..." Xu Qiao was silly in the bathroom, slowly coming forward.
After a long lag, she remembered Song Mian.
The shock was too much, she even dialed Song Mian's phone unconsciously when she didn't even think about whether she should ask or not.
"Xu Qiao?" Song Mian quickly connected the phone.
"Well, it's me." She clutched her phone in confusion.
Song Mian vaguely heard something wrong, and said warmly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"I..." She gritted her teeth and made up her mind. "I want to ask you something."
"Ok?"
"Cheng Lang... maybe he has some hidden disease?"
After a brief silence on the other end of the phone, he quickly responded with a serious response: "I can't disclose any private information about my patient, sorry."
But Xu Qiao has got the truth.
If the answer is no, Song Mian should say: No, why do you think so?
But he said: can't disclose.
She said nonchalantly "Oh", "I found out that he was sweating a lot recently, and he refused to tell me what's wrong. I want to ask him if he has kidney deficiency! If that's the case, I will buy him some Liuwei Dihuang Wan tonic!"
Song Mian chuckled: "Working under high pressure, working overtime for a long time, and occasional physical weakness is also normal. Don't take medicine blindly. When he returns to China, I will come and have a look."
"Okay, I will trouble you!" Xu Qiao pretended to smile nonchalantly and hung up the phone.

This street, of course, failed to go shopping.
After leaving the bathroom, Xu Qiao's whole portrait was lost. No matter how slow Yu Jin was, she guessed that her so-called period was just an excuse.
Yu Jin told her that if there is something important, let's deal with it first.
Xu Qiao parted with her apologetically and took a taxi back to the hotel alone.
In fact, she didn't know what to do. She didn't even know whether to tell Cheng Lang that she knew the truth, but there was a mess in her head, and she felt that she needed some time to digest.
On the way back to the hotel, Xu Qiao kept thinking about her encounters with Cheng Lang, and she also figured out many doubts.
For example, why does his Pagani need a fence?
For example, why did he push her away like a reflex when he was hugged by her waist.
For example, what did he do when she went to the bathroom the night she was drunk in the bathroom?
She shook her head back to the hotel suite, walked into the bedroom, fell back on the bed, stared at the ceiling and stared blankly.
When I was thinking about whether to contact Cheng Lang, I suddenly heard the door of the room being swiped open.
She was stunned, thinking that Cheng Lang had received his grandfather back, and just got up to greet her, but she heard the voice of the assistant who followed them recently, Cai An.
He said in English: "Please, Dr. Stephen, Xiaocheng always takes the old man to the house, so it is not convenient to receive the face-to-face consultation at home. Please wait here, he will be there in a while."
Xu Qiao was startled, and subconsciously hid behind the bedroom door.
Stephen's voice came in: "No problem. In fact, he doesn't have to worry so much about being known by his grandpa now. His condition has already made a big breakthrough."
Xu Qiao blinked, feeling a little more relaxed.
It seemed that the situation was not as serious as she thought.
"Really? That would be great." Cai An said happily.
"That's it. I said that falling in love is the best way to heal him. That girl must have helped him a lot. When he called this morning, he said that there was new progress last night..."
Xu Qiao was stunned when she heard a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
fall in love? The cure?
Girl? help?
last night? new progress?
She ran through these words in her head, slowly raised her hand, touched her swollen lips, and exploded in her heart a swear word—fucking?