Become the favorite of the sick lady (Gl)

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Chapter 43 Dreamland

Just by imagining it, Fang Fei felt like she was on fire.

Qian'er must not be allowed to continue like this!

But at this moment, if she opened her eyes, wouldn't it be telling Qian'er that she had been pretending to be asleep before.

Qian'er will definitely ask her innocently and curiously:

"Miss, since you're awake, how dare you let Qian'er touch your face like this, it's because the lady must like it~"

If that's the case, how will she feel ashamed?

But if she didn't open her eyes, how could she make Qian'er stop? If she couldn't stop, wouldn't it be... wouldn't it be...

In all kinds of entanglements, Fang Fei's hand in the quilt was slightly hot until the palm, and the force of biting her lip could not help but became heavier, but her body was still lying on the spot obediently, quite a kind of letting others go. Giving a sense.

At such a critical moment, every second counts, otherwise the opportunity will be lost.

This is the truth that Fei already knew above the mall, but at this moment she can't remember it at all.

The warm and slightly rough fingertips slowly moved down, lightly touching her lips.

With just one touch, the fingertips were quickly retracted as if they had been scalded.

But in fact, at the moment when her fingertips touched her lips, Fang Fei felt that the thoughts in her head were entangled in a ball, she couldn't figure it out, she couldn't understand it, and finally it all turned into scalding heat, which would burn her whole body. up.

Qian'er, she, she, she actually touched her lips with her fingertips!

How could this be!

How dare! !

This is too transcendent!!!.

Lin Qian's courage, who was extremely presumptuous, seemed to have come to an end here. After that, her fingertips finally touched Fang Fei's lips, but after only being quiet for a while, those fingertips actually poked her hot face lightly. , speaking in an exclamation tone:

"Miss, your face is so hot, is the bedding too hot?"

Xu Shi had even touched her lips. Listening to the bold words and the force of the light poke on her face, Fang Fei seemed calmer than expected.

That's right, her face couldn't be hotter anymore, and her heartbeat couldn't be faster. This was already the pinnacle of her embarrassment, and it was hard for her not to be calm.

Anyway, that's how she is, what can she do?

"However, Qian'er's face is also hot, because she met Miss...hehe~"

In a low voice, with a secretly joyful and sweet tone, the self-confessed Fang Feizheng felt ashamed, her eyes were darker than before, and then there was a softer and warmer smile on her face than before. Touch came.

Is that Qian'er approaching with her face? ?

As if she was afraid that Fang Fei wouldn't be able to recognize her, her face was so light, she even rubbed against her.

Fragrant and soft, warm and hot, accompanied by the slight touch of hair, rubbing against each other like this will make people soft to the heart.

shallow ~

shallow ~

What should I do with you?

"Miss, the temperature on your face seems to be slightly hotter.

But Qian'er got used to it.

Qian'er cares that Miss Yiwu wants more.

Qian'er is used to getting closer to Miss.

Qian'er..."

Chattering, sweet and tireless, Lin Qian's voice has been talking non-stop in Fang Fei's ear since this moment, as if she will never get tired at all.

Lin Qian, who had been tossing and tossing about for a while, with such murmurs and clinging to her face, seemed to be finally satisfied, and finally did not do anything else.

And maybe Lin Qian has been tossing and tossing for too long. When she was sure that Lin Qian would not be doing anything, Fang Fei, who woke up today because of being upset, actually felt sleepy again. Slowly fell asleep again.

***

Fang Fei slept very deeply, but maybe it was because in reality she kept her eyes closed and couldn't see Lin Qian's expression, so in the same night when the candle was burning brightly and the room was warmly illuminated, she only wore her underwear. , with long hair on, she leaned halfway in front of the bed, staring clearly ahead with her eyes open.

The candlelight was far away, and the house was quiet. Amidst the delicate needlework, scissors, and occasional clinking of fabrics, Lin Qian, with downcast eyebrows and eyes, had slender fingers and skillful techniques. The slightly warm color illuminated by the candlelight was peaceful:

"Qian'er, why don't you come to see me today because you only care about the thread?"

"Miss, do you miss Qian'er?

In this case, Qian'er will naturally come over. "

For some reason, Lin Qian was sitting at the desk with her long hair draped over her underwear. Listening to Fang Fei's words, she had a bright smile in her eyes. come over.

The bed was sinking slightly, and Lin Qian was sitting next to the edge of the bed. A few seconds later, she pursed her red lips and complained softly:

"Miss, Qian'er has been stabbed for a long time today and is now tired, can you let Qian'er lie down?"

Fang Fei slightly trembled her eyelids, but her body moved in very familiarly, leaving a space for one person, her voice was soft and faintly joyful:

"Well, Zuo Qian'er has been lying down for more than once."

"Qian'er knew that Miss is the best."

Lin Qian, who was tired, lifted the quilt and lay down in it very neatly. There was still space on the outer edge of the bed, but she squeezed in.

Under the thin quilt, the two of them were close to each other, rubbing the thin underwear, they could clearly feel the temperature of each other's skin.

After Fang Fei bit her red lips lightly, her body trembled slightly, her lying flat position turned slightly sideways, she raised her eyes and gave Lin Qian a shy and resentful look.