"Where do you want to kiss?"

Qiu Qing'an has white skin and a great feel, especially the fair and thin collarbone, which always makes Heyue difficult to control whenever it is exposed from the collar of the T-shirt.

She sneaked over again and whispered in his ear.

"I'll tell you when I'm in bed."

Qiu Qing'an was caught off guard and tightened his whole body. He felt that it would be impossible to take a bath twice tonight.

After staying at home for a few days, Jiang Haojie asked them to go out to play. At that time, the two were leaning against each other, squeezing on the sofa, and He Yue cut his fingernails.

"My nails are not long." He glanced at his bare fingers and looked at Heyue again.

Hers had been trimmed cleanly, with round curves, and only her soft fingertips remained when they touched.

"Why did you suddenly cut your nails?" Qiu Qing'an asked. He Yue didn't look up and focused on holding his hand to trim.

"I injured your shoulder last time."

"Is there any?" Qiu Qing'an touched his backhand.

It seemed like a little pain when taking a shower.

"Yeah, it's quite deep." He Yue cut all his ten fingers and looked at them with satisfaction.

"Come on singing?" Qiu Qing'an looked at He Yue. The two of them didn't go out all day, because he was afraid that she would be bored.

"Okay." He Yue thought about it and agreed.

They haven't met for a long time.

In the private room, Jiang Fang was singing and roaring with Jiang Haojie, Zhou Mitong and Yue gathered together, and whispered to the confession.

"Uncle called me last time."

"What did you say?"

"I will answer as you said."

"My dad doesn't doubt it."

"No, no." Zhou Mi said, hesitating again.

"Yueyue, I always feel uncomfortable in this way."

"No problem, it will be fine after this month." The school will start in one month.

"What are you talking about?" Qiu Qing'an came back from outside, took the food and put it on the table, and asked casually. Zhou Mi had the sensibility and immediately made a seat.

"Nothing to talk about! I'm leaving-"

Qiu Qing'an looked at Heyue, and she picked up a drink from the table and avoided her sight.

The group of people played until late at night. Jiang Fang was drinking and slumped on the sofa. Jiang Haojie was fine, and he was playing cards there clearly. There was no one at this time. He Yue and Zhou Mi occupied the singing stage, singing one song after another.

During the break, the screen suddenly jumped in the middle of the screen, and a song came out because of love. He Yue was stunned. Zhou Mi was already smirking and stuffed the microphone to Qiu Qing'an.

He was pushed out and sat next to He Yue. The two looked at each other, and both smiled helplessly.

The prelude of the song was cut in, and He Yue simply made a generous and open-minded part of the boy singing Qiu Qing'an was much more quiet than Eason Chan's affection, and the clearness of the boy was unexpectedly pleasant. There was a burst of applause and cheers in the room.

It was Heyue's turn to feel a little stressed. She turned her head and looked at Qiu Qing'an, crashed into his clear black eyes, and her mood calmed down instantly.

This love song was particularly lingering and touching. After singing it, both of them couldn't stand it. They only felt dry mouth and their hearts were pounding.

At the end, everyone calmly put down the microphone amid the cheers. After they started to do their own things and ignored them, Heyue secretly held Qiu Qing'an's hand.

However, he hugged her directly, rubbing his head between her neck, and his voice was filled with laughter.

"Ayue...Ayue..." Qiu Qing'an called her, making He Yue's heart soft. Just as she was about to pat him, Qiu Qing'an had already raised her head and kissed her.

In the noisy room, he pestered her like a savory taste, and his lips were scorching, snatching her breath away.

After finally breaking free from his body, he hurriedly looked around. Everyone seemed to have not seen it, and they didn't know whether they were deliberately afraid that they would be embarrassed or not.

She looked at Qiu Qing'an and was about to say a few words to him, but the latter came over and kissed her cheeks and mouth one by one.

Just like the two of them are as close as if they are at home.

He Yue quickly held his face and looked at it carefully. Qiu Qing'an's expression was as usual, but deep in his pupils, it was no longer as clear as before.

She reacted and asked in a low voice.

"Are you drunk?"

"No." Qiu Qing'an shook his head, leaned over, and kissed her unexpectedly.

He Yue avoided her face, and the kisses fell on her neck. But he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, and he actually wanted to reach out to pull her clothes.

He Yue's head was too big, so he quickly grabbed his hand and patiently taught in his ear: "We are outside now, and many people are next to you. Don't kiss me anymore, you will be seen by others."

"Huh?" He finally stopped, raised his head from He Yue, looked around, and felt distress on his face.

"What should I do?" Qiu Qing'an looked at her with some sadness.

"Ayue...I want to kiss you."

"Would you be fine if you bear it?" He Yue coaxed him.

"Just wait to go back."

"I want to kiss you." He repeated stubbornly.

He Yue had no choice for a moment, and his eyes were blankly turned around and finally made a decision.

"Then let's go back now?" She asked tentatively, Qiu Qing'an nodded immediately, calming himself, not like he was drunk at all.

He Yue had no choice but to stand up and say goodbye to the others. Everyone reacted normally. If she didn't help Qiu Qing'an in the end, someone suddenly joked and shouted at the top of her voice.

“The hotel is upstairs.”

Everything is perfect.
Chapter completed!