With just one glance, Han Qing withdrew his gaze.

He pursed his lips and deliberately cold his tone of his speech: "The clothes are dirty, change your clothes first, and then have breakfast."

Xiaoyan didn't know what to say, but felt that she was clumsy and nodded a little sadly.

Han Qing took her into the bathroom and handed her a dark shirt.

When she took it, Xiaoyan felt so embarrassed that she quickly hid in the bathroom and took off her wet clothes, then changed into the shirt that Han Qing gave her.

It was the one she wore last time. When she saw this shirt, Xiaoyan thought that after she changed it last time, she actually hung it in the bathroom. She wore it all night but didn't help others clean it.

It feels embarrassing when I think about it.

She was wearing a dark skirt today, and she stuffed her shirt into the skirt, and she could even make a set.

After Xiaoyan changed, she hid in the bathroom and washed her dirty clothes. When she opened the door and prepared to come out, she saw Han Qing standing by the door waiting for her.

Xiaoyan was startled, "You, why are you here?"

Han Qing looked at her and found that she had changed into a shirt and was holding the dirty clothes in her hand, probably washed inside, so she had some water on her sleeves at this moment.

Thinking of the scene where her clothes were soaked just now, Han Qing's eyes sank a little, and Adam's apple rolled up and stretched out his hand to her.

“Have you washed the tops?

Give it to me."

After hearing the words, Xiaoyan subconsciously handed her clothes out, and after thinking about it, she retracted her hand.

"No, no need, I'll just go and hang it up."

Han Qing chuckled, "What are you afraid of?

You have worn my clothes for the second time. Are you afraid of helping you dry some clothes?"

"..." She hesitated for a while, but still handed her clothes over. After Han Qing took them, she walked towards the balcony. Xiaoyan followed her step by step.

Then she watched Han Qing dry her clothes for herself. For some reason, when she saw his slender knuckles slipping across the fabric of her clothes, Xiaoyan always felt a particularly strange feeling in her heart. When he had dried it, a layer of pink had quietly floated on her ears.

Xiaoyan turned around with a red face, preparing to sneak out before he turned around, but Han Qing took a big step, catching up with her and then holding her arm.

“Go down and have breakfast.”

"oh oh."

"Actually you don't have to be so nervous. I just said that you don't have to be careful in front of me. We are now boyfriend and girlfriend."

Han Qing suddenly spoke again and raised a topic.

"If you are really afraid of me, then..." Han Qing's hand holding her arm gradually moved upwards. Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, she felt that her shoulder was completely held by Han Qing, and then pressed it on the wall next to her.

Xiaoyan suddenly widened her eyes and watched the person in front of her leaning over and approaching her, and the breath that warmly but also brushed across her cheek like a flame burned her.

She looked nervously at the person close at hand, her lips slightly opened, "What's wrong?"

Han Qing pursed his thin lips and leaned closer a little closer, his voice low and hoarse.

"If you are so cautious, then I can only use some special means to prevent you from being so afraid of me."

"Special...means?"

Xiaoyan blinked her eyes, and her black eyelashes swayed like a small fan, as if she was slapping Han Qing's heart.

His thoughts moved, and his tone became a little dull again.

"Yes, it's just a special method. Are you afraid of me?

You can only get used to getting close to me. If you get closer to me, you will get used to it."

As he spoke, his thin lips were already very close to her. Xiaoyan was trembling and she was looking forward to it, but her mouth was stubborn.

"Take, that's not the case, I just..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

After a while, Han Qing grabbed Xiao Yan's hands that had nowhere to rest and put them on his waist. The servant Yan was stunned for a moment. Is this what she meant to hug him?

As soon as I realized, I felt someone pull his lips away halfway and said hoarsely: "Hug me."

Xiaoyan: "!!"

Her face was so hot that she wanted to retract her hands, ahhhh! When the old man was in love, she was so sexy that she had no eyes to look at her. Originally, she was the one who was more proactive when they were together. Who knew that he had kissed her several times until today, and she was so proactive that she was so enthusiastic that she was afraid.

However, Xiaoyan's retracted hand did not succeed, because he was caught by Han Qing halfway through, and then broke free for a long time and did not break free. Then he pulled it back and placed it on his waist.

"Hug me, huh?"

Han Qing coaxed her in a light voice. When she spoke, her thin lips touched her ears, which drooped, which made her feel particularly fascinating.

Under his guidance, Xiaoyan relaxed her emotions bit by bit, opened her hands and slowly hugged his waist. In fact, Han Qing liked the little girl to hug him very much.

Just like in the car last night, she took the initiative to hug him and hugged him very tightly. The feeling... was very real and warm, making him feel the throbbing that he had never seen before in his life.

But today's little girl was too shy, and her hands around her waist were not tight. Han Qing stared at her shy eyelashes and continued to squeeze: "Hold tighter, we're going to continue."

Xiaoyan blushed and was shocked by his slutty anger. She couldn't help but raise her eyes and glared at him fiercely.

"Kiss it, ask for so much..." She complained in a low voice, not forgiving her mouth, but she still hugged his waist a little tightly as she said. Han Qing was finally satisfied, with a shallow smile on her lips, and he pressed his head back.

This discussion is obviously more skillful than yesterday. Xiaoyan originally thought that neither of them had been in a relationship, so kissing should be quite difficult, so she would be happy to discuss it together.

But gradually she discovered something.

Han Qing seemed to have found the trick soon, but she herself did not. She was completely led by the other party. He would have to be kissed as much as he wanted, and he had no strength to fight back.

Xiaoyan got a little angry and kissed her fiercely, but accidentally knocked the other person's lips back.

However, this time Han Qing was unmoved, and just paused and hugged her tighter.

Xiaoyan's back was pressed against the cold wall, and she felt that Han Qing's feeling seemed to be wrong.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xiaoyan just felt weak in her eyes and her legs were weak, and she gradually couldn’t stand. It was over... She had just drunk half a glass of milk, and now she started to get hungry again... When Han Qing let go of her, Xiaoyan leaned against him weakly and muttered in a low voice: “I… seem a little hungry.”

Then I heard someone's low laugh, the laughter was beautiful.

"Then go for breakfast, eat well, don't be picky about food."
Chapter completed!