Chapter Thirty

Qiao Li ignored him, got up and went to the bathroom to wash her hands and rinse her mouth. After a while, he also followed and looked at her while clinging to the door frame.

Her eyes were watery, her whole body was red, and she looked delicious.

But the eyes are so weird, the tender eyes that are like water and relying on her wholeheartedly make her feel pimples all over her body.

Qiao Li put the brushing cup in place, dried her hands, and stepped over from him.

He was sweating all over, and there was semen on his abdominal muscles, so he held back and didn't hug her.

Not long after Qiao Li returned to the bed, Feng Yi came back from the shower, lay beside her and hugged her, it was as hot as a human-shaped hot water bottle, and she felt warm all at once.

It is very practical in winter, but it is disgusting in summer.

"Are you asleep?" he asked quietly.

"No." Qiao Li was speechless.

After listening to the answer, Feng Yi hugged her tighter: "Thank you."

She didn't answer, he said to himself, "what should I do, I like you so much, why are you so nice to me?"

"It's good for you to give it to you?"

"No, it's the kind that accepts me wholeheartedly and doesn't despise me. Qiao Li, do you love me too?"

No one would ask such a question, Qiao Li took his hand away: "Go to sleep, it will be one o'clock in the morning."

Feng Yi replied obediently: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, I still can't sleep, I am very excited now, I feel my heart is numb, what should I do, I can't leave you in the future. Hey. , I feel sad when I think of our separation in the future. You should love me a little less, so that you won't be as sad as I am."

"Can you shut up?"

Feng Yi wilted, and grievously put his head on the back of her head and rubbed it: "Oh, I shut up."

Qiao Li was finally able to sleep, but just as she was drowsy, she was suddenly kissed on the top of her head.

"Qiao Li, I love you." The voice was barely audible.

He thought that Qiao Li was asleep, and he was foolishly happy.

Qiao Li didn't dare to pay any attention to him, as long as she got back to him, she had to toss for another half an hour before she could fall asleep.

Qiao Li woke up the next day, and Feng Yi was still asleep. He was excited all night last night, and barely fell asleep until dawn.

Qiao Li moved his arm away, he muttered something, and closed his eyes to grab her.

Qiao Li immediately dodged, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and suddenly caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror - her hair was scattered and exploded, there were faint dark circles under her eyes, her face was a little dark after she slept late last night, and her cheeks and chin were even slightly swollen.

It really doesn't look good.

She was stunned, as if after being with Feng Yi, she did not deliberately get up early to clean up her habit.

Except for Feng Yi, she wouldn't want to show this look to anyone, but if he saw it, she knew that he wouldn't despise her.

She didn't know how she came to this conclusion, she was in a mess, and after washing up in a hurry, she tied her hair at random and went back to the bed.

Feng Yi was already awake, and when he saw her, he bent his eyes and smiled.

Her mood improved involuntarily, she poked his cheek, and suddenly asked, "Feng Yi, why do you like me?"

Feng Yi was so frightened by her question that his drowsiness disappeared completely, and he sat up straight: "What's wrong? Why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

"I'm just curious, do you like me because I'm good looking?"

Feng Yi looked at her troubled, unable to move his mind.

"But I'm not good-looking now. I don't care if I don't have makeup. My face is still swollen. Do you still like me when you look at me like this?"

Feng Yi's brain finally turned on, recognized the first sentence, and was annoyed by her self-denial.

He held up her face earnestly: "You are also very good-looking now, Qiao Li, you can see that you are shining."

Qiao Li pushed his hand away, she looked in the mirror, of course she wouldn't believe this.

Feng Yi thought she had listened, so he turned to answer her question: "I don't like you because you are beautiful." After a pause, he said, "That's not right, I do think you are very good-looking, and your appearance I love it, but that's not all."

Qiao Li held her chin and asked, "Then why do you like me?"

Feng Yi frowned and stopped talking.

"The reason is complicated?"

He shook his head: "No, the reason is very simple, because it is too simple, I don't know how to answer you."

He looked serious and serious, and Qiao Li felt that he was so cute without Bi: "What kind of statement is this?"

He replied: "It's like drinking lemonade in summer, basking in the sun in winter, or suddenly wanting to rush into a rainstorm. It's a very simple idea and intuition, and it doesn't make any sense, and the idea just pops up. ."

Then he added: "However, the thought of liking you will not suddenly disappear like those thoughts just now, just like drinking ice water after a fever and taking a break to enjoy it, I will drink it one by one, I want to take this happiness Extend indefinitely."

After speaking, she found that her expression was really abstract and vague, she rubbed her hair irritably, suddenly thought of something, and looked at her bookcase.

He jumped off the bed, his feet touching the cold wooden floor and jumping up and down, jumping to the front of the bookcase to take out "Norwegian Forest" by Haruki Murakami, and jumping back.

Feng Yi sat in front of her, facing the light, his outline was blurred by the morning light.

Turning to a certain page, he read word by word according to the book:

"In the spring field, you were walking alone, and across from you came a cute little bear, covered in velvet fur and bulging eyes. It said to you: 'Hello, miss, roll with me and play with me. Okay?' Then, you hugged the little bear, rolled down the hillside covered with clover, and played for a whole day. You say bang or not?"

"awesome."

"I like you so much."

He closed the book and let out a white tooth with a smile: "That's the feeling, I want to roll down with you in my arms."

Looking at him, Qiao Li felt that the morning light of Dongyue became very warm. Somewhere in her heart was like a snowman, which was turned by the light and suddenly collapsed.