The kiss is incredibly gentle and long, with the shoulders very close, but it does not collide with each other, and is inseparable from the tossing lips of each other.

He Yue's hand, which was holding behind, became a little sore, and he slightly raised his head and retreated. Qiu Qing'an stared at her deeply, the heat in his eyes had not faded, and it even became stronger.

As soon as she let go of her hands and rubbed her sore shoulders, she was picked up by her waist. The next second, she sat on Qiu Qing'an's lap.

He leaned back against the wall, pressed her head, and pressed his lips again.

The cool air became hot and dull, suffocating. When Qiu Qing'an lifted the fabric and placed it on her skin, He Yue couldn't help but tremble behind him, and a whimper made his bones soft.

For Qiu Qing'an, this is no less than the last invasion of reason.

It was completely out of control, and in the afternoon after the rain, kissed, panted, soft, and hot.

The mind is driven by love and desire, and it is messy, with blurred eyes, and only relying on the instinct of rushing around the body.

At the last moment, Qiu Qing'an pressed her neck tightly and breathed tensely.

He Yue's eyes were hot, and reason gradually returned to her. She couldn't tell whether it was a regret or something. She sighed softly, pressed her face against Qiu Qing'an's face and moved, and then kissed his neck.

"Don't move." His voice gritted his teeth and became hoarse, and then he let go of her.

"I'll go take a shower."

The young man fled in panic and soon disappeared from sight. He Yue was weak and lay on the floor with his hands spread out. The cold temperature penetrated through his limbs and bones. She looked at the ceiling and felt something breaking through the shackles.

Qiu Qing'an took a cold shower that day, and got in the rain and caught a cold.

After receiving the admission letter, He Qi must hold a big banquet and inform everyone.

He has been at home these days, either sitting on the sofa downstairs reading newspapers or talking about business with others in the back garden, or he would just be pursuing He Yue to cultivate one's body and make tea and chat.

When we were on the phone last night, Heyue heard Qiu Qing'an's coughing on the other end. He was worried that he was a little distracted throughout the day today.

He Qi called her several times in confusion.

"Yueyue?Yueyue?"

"Ah..." He Yue raised his eyes suddenly and reacted.

"What are you thinking? You don't seem to hear your conversation." He Qi asked Wensheng, and was silent for a few seconds, and He Yue stood up.

"Dad, I can't chat with you today. Zhou Mi feels sick and uncomfortable. I have to go and see her."

He Yue looked calm and composed, and there was an uncontrollable tension in his eyes, which made people extremely convinced. He Qi didn't think about it and nodded immediately.

"Then go quickly, dad doesn't need you to accompany you."

He waved his hand and He Yue seemed to have been released, with a slight smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll tell Aunt Fang that night, don't cook my meal." She said that, she pulled upstairs and shouted to her.

"Hey, aren't you coming back to eat tonight?"

"It shouldn't be true, let's see what the situation is!"

When Heyue opened the door with the key, it was quiet inside. She walked straight to the attic. Sure enough, Qiu Qing'an was lying in the quilt and sleeping soundly on the bed.

She walked over and touched his forehead, and it became hot.

There was an unnatural blush on that face.

He Yue sat by the bed and sighed.

He went downstairs to get the medicine box, and He Yue stuffed the thermometer into his clothes. Qiu Qing'an was awakened by her torture. He opened his eyes in a daze and looked at her, then closed it immediately.

The hand under the quilt unconsciously touched hers and held hers.

The palms are also hot.

After pinching the spot for five minutes, He Yue reached in and pulled out the thermometer, and looked at it in front of the light, and thirty-eight degrees.

fine.

A hint of gratitude actually surged in her heart.

Antipyretics, hot water, He Yue woke Qiu Qing'an up, and while he didn't react, he poured a pile of pills in his hand into his mouth. Qiu Qing'an frowned in pain. Just as he was about to say something, a glass of water poured in again.

He drank half a cup, and a sweet mouth made him feel sweet. He Yue stuffed a candy into him.

As a result, his mind was also awakened. He opened his slightly red and slightly lit eyes to her.

Lying there weak and pitiful.

"Why don't you take medicine?" He Yue asked, Qiu Qing'an slowly blinked his eyes, looking a little innocent.

"I don't know if I have a fever."

"You don't know if it's so hot?"

"I fell asleep." He still has some evidence.

He Yue remembered the feeling when he called him before and had no one answered. He lifted it up and then removed his strength. He reached out to tuck his quilt and whispered.

"You can sleep for a while and you'll be fine if you sweat."

"Aren't you going home?" Qiu Qing'an pursed his lower lips, asked carefully, and lowered his eyes.

"Well, I'm here to take care of you today."

"Oh." He responded softly, unable to help but curl up, and the corners of his mouth bent a small curve.

In the evening, Qiu Qing'an woke up in sweat. After taking a shower, he felt much more comfortable. His face, which had been a little tanned during the driving period some time ago, seemed to have turned pale again.

The lips are light pink.

He Yue was replacing him with clean sheets and quilt covers, and the man knelt on the bed, carefully laying down every fold.

Although the supper was light, it was very exquisitely prepared. Not only fish, but also stewed black chicken and scorched prawns, these formal dishes were served.

Qiu Qing'an sat at the dining table in a little panic, afraid that it would be his last dinner.

"Today...why is it suddenly so grand?"

"Celebrate." He Yue poured him a glass of warm water, raised his head and said with a smile.

"Congratulations to Qing'an for receiving the notice from the Beijing University of Beijing and successfully becoming a college student!"

Two days ago, at the celebration banquet prepared by He Qi for her, many people came, but they didn’t know each other, and the banquet was filled with glasses and chatting, which was extremely lively.

She received countless blessings, and every face was filled with joy and congratulations.

It seemed like she had done something amazing.

He Yue suddenly thought of Qiu Qing'an. He was obviously better than her. He received a notice from the top prestigious university in China, but he faced the empty house alone. Because of a cold, even his voice was accompanied by a cough.

Life is such unfair, but at the same age, it is completely different.

Heyue never thought of being cynical and striving to treat everyone equally. She just hoped that she would give him more within her ability.

For example, a small celebration.

There are only two of them.

After He Yue said that, Qiu Qing looked at her quietly for a long time before bent her lips and spoke softly.

"Thanks."

At two o'clock in the morning, the whole villa was incredibly quiet, and He Yue finally ended the video call. Qiu Qing'an reluctantly listened to her good night, and yawned and fell asleep.

She whispered a lot, a little thirsty, got up and opened the door, and walked gently towards the kitchen.

When they went upstairs again, they saw He Qi who happened to come out of the bedroom. The two of them were stunned.

"Yueyue, why haven't you been asleep yet?"

"Oh, I'm awakened by thirst." He Yue rubbed his eyes and pretended that he had just woken up.

"Dad, why haven't you been asleep yet?"

"I was woken up by a phone call." He waved at her.

"Go to bed quickly."

"OK."

He Yue slipped back to the room, closed the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In July, Heqi's project in Lin City ended. In order to make up for his negligence to Heyue some time ago, he often lived at home these days.

Heyue can only meet Qiu Qing'an occasionally while he is out.

Zhou Mi found excuses to ask her out several times, but she and Qi were not suspicious. However, at a party, Zhou Mi couldn't help asking her.

"Yueyue, when will you tell your uncle? This is not a solution." She nodded to Qiu Qing'an.

"I don't think he can stand this grievance."

It’s not that Zhou Mi’s fault, but it’s actually Qiu Qing’an’s dependence on Heyue is obvious to all. When they came out together, they almost never left her, wishing they could stick to Heyue.

Zhou Mi once complained with Heyue behind her back—

"Does he have skin horny?"

He Yue thought about it carefully and felt something was right. It was okay outside, but when he got home, the two of them were really inseparable. He even had to hold her in his arms even when he played a game.
To be continued...